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Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance one hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants and the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go as Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row.
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style and in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
You Better leave" and the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden the stars are beginning to hide
the fortune telling lady Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spend her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
Einstein disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
As he went off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles you can hear then blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Desolation Row

Theyre selling postcards of the hanging
Theyre painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
Theyve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad theyre restless
They need somewhere to go
As lady and I look out tonight
From desolation row
Cinderella, she seems so easy
It takes one to know one, she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette davis style
And in comes romeo, hes moaning
You belong to me I believe
And someone says, youre in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave
And the only sound thats left
After the ambulances go
Is cinderella sweeping up
On desolation row
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for cain and abel
And the hunchback of notre dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the good samaritan, hes dressing
Hes getting ready for the show
Hes going to the carnival tonight
On desolation row
Now ophelia, shes neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her professions her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noahs great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into desolation row
Einstein, disguised as robin hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On desolation row
Dr. filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
Theyre trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
Shes in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
Have mercy on his soul
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From desolation row
Across the street theyve nailed the curtains
Theyre getting ready for the feast
The phantom of the opera
A perfect image of a priest
Theyre spoonfeeding casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then theyll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the phantoms shouting to skinny girls
Get outa here if you dont know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To desolation row
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To desolation row
Praise be to neros neptune
The titanic sails at dawn
And everybodys shouting
Which side are you on?
And ezra pound and t. s. eliot
Fighting in the captains tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About desolation row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(about the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, theyre quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I cant read too good
Dont send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From desolation row

song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Age of Innocence

We dismiss
The backroads
And ride these streets
Unafraid
Resort to
Scraping pain
From our bones
Unashamed

No more the eye upon you
No more the simple bane

Desolation yes
Hesitation no
Desolation yes
Hesitation no
As you might have guessed
All is never shown
Desolation yes
Hesitation no

And in my prayer
I dream alone
A silent speach
To deaf ears
If you want be love
You must be love
But if bleed love
You will die love

No more the eye upon you
Catch me starving out of shame

Desolation yes
Hesitation no
Desolation yes
Hesitation no
As you might have sensed
We won't make it home
Desolation yes
Hesitation no

But for the rites of spring
Come to mean all things
A little taste of what may come
A meer glimpse of what has gone

Cause for the moment we are free
We to find our release
Too young to die

song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from Machina: The Machines Of God
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Desolation Road

Locked up on monday
Lord I lost my way
I couldnt breathe her name
You know shes after my life
Lately Im stickin to drinkin
And Im headed down desolation road
Habit -a- growin
Set it up just right
I do away my life
On a turn of the dice
Lately Im runnin and hidin
Slidin down desolation road
(lead)
No one to turn to
Losing my best friend
My name is just bad news
And my accounts in the red
Im in need of understandin
Im landin in desolation road
(agnew, charlton, mccafferty, sweet)
Nazsongs/panache music
1977 nazareth (dunfermline) ltd.

song performed by by Nazareth
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Not It Envieshim His Desolation...

NOW IT ENVIES HIM
HIS DESOLATION…

March couldn’t part with its nature,
Made me give up the isolation.
Then it marched into someone else…
Somewhere, not near, far away…
And, now, envies him his desolation.

poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
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Heartbreak

Heartbreak; so much pain, so much sorrow.
Heartbreak; how could you do this to me?
Heartbreak; it fills my mind it kills my soul.
Heartbreak; when will my suffering end?

Depression; all I have left to embrace, to love
Depression; what you left me for after you stole my heart
Depression; something you will never understand.
Depression; what I look towards as you rip my heart apart.

Heartache; the pain that fills my body, my mind
Heartache; how my heart felt when you ripped my heart from my chest,
Heartache; it drowns my thoughts in my tears,
Heartache; what it is I feel whenever I think of your false love

Desolation; the ruins you have left my spirit in.
Desolation; how can you remain so naïve to what you make us feel?
Desolation; no one can fix it, no one can ever know how it feels
Desolation; when will you see the truth in what you do?

Helpless; I feel so alone, so forsaken
Helpless; how much longer will I suffer
Helpless; it fills my veins and oozes through my wounds
Helpless; when can I just let it all go?

Dejection; my life has no meaning, I have no will
Dejection; Why did you do this to me?
Dejection; I sleep with a light on just so I don’t feel alone,
Dejection; when will you see what you have done?

Heartbreak; so much pain, so much sorrow.
Heartbreak; how could you do this to me?
Heartbreak; it fills my mind and kills my soul.
Heartbreak; how much longer can I suffer, when will my suffering end?

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Battlefield

(paul carrack/nick lowe)
I live on a battlefield
Surrounding by the ruins of a love we built
And them destroyed between us
The smoke has cleared
As I stumble through the rubble
Im dazed, seeing double
And Im truly mystified
My new home is a shell-hole filled
With tears and muddy water
And bits of broken heart
All around, there is desolation
Scenes of devestation
Of a love been torn apart
I live on a battlefield
Though one where not one
Single drop of blood has spilled
Is no less horryfying
Sweet memories
Of a bygone situation
Lie shattered, torn and battered
And scattered all around
My new home is a shell-hole filled
With tears and muddy water
And bits of broken heart
All around, there is desolation
Scenes of devestation
Of a love been torn apart
Everything that can, has gone wrong
Its gonna take spine to carry on
Like a drownin woman coming up for air
Im looking for another survivor
I cant see one anywhere
My new home is a shell-hole filled
With tears and muddy water
And bits of broken heart
All around, there is desolation
Scenes of devestation
Of a love been torn apart
I live on a battlefield, hey
I live on a battlefield, hey
Cant go on, baby
Tears and muddy water
Scattered all around me, babe
I live on a battlefield
I live on a battlefield

song performed by by Diana Ross
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The Streets Of Desolation And Despair

Everyone's gone now
And we're walking in the steady but irritating rain
And in your eyes
They have the marks of being tear stained

The streets of desolation and despair are at our feet
And the wind blows on this night of nights
Yet the lights from the lamp posts still work

We walk along the streets of desolation and despair
And if anyone were still out here
They wouldn't utter any words
They wouldn't utter a care
Because they don't care in their hearts

poem by Justin Gildow
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The Dogds of War for JT Earley

Devastation, desolation.
Nothing offers consolation
when the tides of war have passed.
Only our misery can last.

Though we tried to live in peace
The dogs or war had slipped their leash.
Strangers came into our land
although we didn’t understand.

They treated us as enemies
looting killing as they please.
There was nothing we could do
but run away as we tried to.

We weren’t welcome anywhere.
Always moving’s hard to bear.
We would rather be at home
instead of being forced to roam.

Once unleashed the dogs of war
no matter what they’re fighting for.
Leave only sorrow in their wake.
Death and suffering and heart ache.

Devastation, desolation
nothing for our compensation
for the way of life we lost.
The innocent must bear the cost.

18-Apr-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Lady Ice

Lady ice, slips into her soul
Lady ice, leaves a house so cold
Lady ice, did you know that the world was lonely too?
Drifting snows searching flames and hide
Burning stones, as she looks for the heart somebody stole
She knows the violation, lovers arms, without occasion..
Who knows where to find a true heart for lady ice?
-
Mezmerized in the candle flame
Compromised by the cruel bands of steel around her breast
She knows the desolation, of lovers arms, their isolation..
Who knows where to find the true heart for lady ice?
-
Ladys eyes, slip away from the part she plays in school
She knows of roles and hide-aways
Suppose she knows the times away?
She knows where to find the true heart for lady ice..
Lady ice, step outside your soul
Lady ice, do you know that the world is frightened too?

song performed by by Duran Duran
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As You Humiliate Yourself

you volunteer to shrink a little bit
like a rotten pumpkin to
let her know that you also know how to die
and find a way to reach her
in her own death.

you let go all that is fluid something that is liquid
you make these
turn to gas so you also have a way of telling her
that you also know how to disappear

she may close her eyes in anger because of you
she may like to abuse you and not talk to you as you gaze to find out
the reason why the stars are not out tonight
why there is not a single shining moon

you are so patient waiting like a fisherman with his bait
to catch a fish tonight
out there in the deep sea in desolation

you give her time to change and to understand your longing
for stars
your thirst for the light of the moon

it will be painful, you have humiliated yourself in all these
shrinking of your arms and hands
you become like a tiny dot in humility to the line of
bold letters and exclamation marks

you give up, you get out of the bed and stopped staring at the ceiling
you open the door of this cold room and you close it again
to leave her
still closing her eyes keeping her tears from falling.

it is over you say. it is over. it is too late. another door has been locked
and this time you do not wish anyone in.

a wise man sometimes likes to use
a period.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Deranged Song

The Deranged Song
Sison
September 3,2004
2: 51 am

(stanza)
I've really lost my will to live completely.
Don't you even try to save and sanctify me.
I search the room for something deadly
'cuz my existence's fading. can't you see?
This borrowed life has a worhtless soul.
So I'll surrender and end it all...

(chorus)
Living a lifestyle of desolation
I disconnect to the world.
A reflection of grave imperfection.
Another death in the world.

(stanza)
I'll embrace my approaching death shadows
Cursed to kiss my last breath away
Into the river styxx I'll follow
Wailing in its depths I'll stay
Recollecting my nightmarish past
I suffered until the suicidal last

(chorus)
Living a lifestyle of desolation
I disconnect to the world.
A reflection of grave imperfection.
Another death in the world.

My soul's doomed. there's no solution
Today I'll end it all
Life's not an option in my delusion
Into my coffin I crawl! ! !
(fade)

poem by Albert Arsenio Sison
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Divided World

Empty streets of desolation
Boarded up houses standing alone
Factory buildings padlocked and empty

Forgotten men recalling better times
Times when they had a future
a job, some money to spare

Engineers and skilled workers
Head bowed and forlorn
Lining up for their pennies

Families dreading an empty Christmas
Mothers mending worn out clothes
Kids sensing their parents fears

Lonely hearts on lonely corners
their immortality dancing away
seeking bread, soup and comfort

Grey faces staring at a grey sky
seeking a glimmer through the gloom
proud nations standing alone

University leavers sweeping roads
with broken promises and no hope
education, disillusion, desolation

These are the barren years
and the world has turned
Please peace try again

poem by SPC Kellaway
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My Redemption

this is nothing new to me
this feeling of desolation
it's been with me for years
and has not left since
weariness and emptiness
are my life's constant

there was a time
someone tried to ease the fears
held my hand to show the way
lead me to a life i have not known
there was promise of salvation
and i bravely took the chance

but all is gone now
there was no salvation
only isolation
and i am back
where i belong
in this dark cell
with no hope of redemption

poem by Eloida Capuno
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Wicked (only on the European and Japanese edition)

Cataract blinding your eyes
To the violent design
Regenerating impending genocide
It's the dawn of decay
Mark the end of your days
Just another lost casualty of the times

The wicked will feed the chaos
Control and rule disorder
Disintegration's multiplying
Till there is no more bloodline
A future of neverending
Insane civil disorder
Free yourself from the red dawn
The time has come

Death's head shattering
Blow to the throat
At the end of the rope
Degeneration that follows into the fire
In a world gone insane
No one else left to blame
Your just another part of the collective vile

The wicked will feed the chaos
Control and rule disorder
Disintegration's multiplying
Till there is no more bloodline
A future of neverending
Insane civil disorder
Free yourself from the red dawn
The time is now

Era of total destruction has slowly begun
Yielding death none will survive
Order out of chaos the true will of the Beast
A life of desolation

Ten bleeding heats
One wicked mind
In spiritual sin
Their time is now

Era of total destruction has slowly begun
Yielding death none will survive
Order out of chaos the true will of the Beast
A life of desolation

Ten bleeding heats
One wicked mind
In spiritual sin
Their time is now

Famine

song performed by by Slayer from Diabolus In Musica
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A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves.

quote by John Millington Synge
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Journeyman

From the red sky of the east
To the sunset in the west
We have cheated deathAnd he has cheated us
But that was just a dream
And this is what it means
We are sleeping and we'll dream for evermore
And the fragment remains of our memories
And the shadows remain with our hands
Deep grey, came to mourn
All the colours of the dawn
Will this Journeymans day be his last?
I do what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away
I do what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away
But the memory still remains
All the past years not so strange
Our winter times are like a silent shroud
And the heartbeat of the day
Drives the mist away
And winter's not the only dream around
In your life you may choose desolation
And the shadows you build with your hands
If you turn to the light
That is burning in the night
Then the Journeyman's day has begun
I do what I want
>And I say what I want
>And no one can take it away
I do what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away
In your life you may choose desolation
And the shadows you build with your hands
If you turn to the light
That is burning in the night
Then the Journeyman's day has begun
I know what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away
I know what I want
And I say what I want
And no one can take it away

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Close To You

So many years that we were one
So many things we've done
The memories alive
But most of me has died
As I struggle with events
I'm offered words of strength
They do not comprehend
The passion we possessed
People tell me what to do
Tell me how I should get through
But they haven't got a clue
No-one else comes close to you
I see your eyes before they closed
They looked right inside my soul
And they asked me not to grieve
I tried but still I bleed
I wake up, I break up
I try hard to shake off
The desolation as it grows
As nothing else comes close
And as I stand here by the grave
And the wind calls out your name
I know that time could never heal
The emptiness I feel
People try to give me hope
Tell me how I should let go
But they'll never really know
'Cause there's nothing else comes close
People tell me what to do
Yell me how I should get through
But they haven't got a clue
No-one else comes close to you

song performed by by Judas Priest
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Where The World Hits Me Down

Where the world hits me down
I ask you to see me as your own
and make my free from all iniquity,
O God, have mercy on me.

When my whole world suddenly wavers
I still see your stars in their glittering behaviour
and I beg do not pass; let me your face see
O God, have mercy on me.

In my country there is desolation and unrest
and still I am asking you to bless,
keep me from wretchedness free
O God, have mercy on me

My lot is the conclusion of my apostasy
and daily I still see your delivery
while here I am confessing before you in transparency,
O God, have mercy on me

When in glory I stand in grace
then my eyes will be on your face
and in your presence I will have no other plea:
O God, have mercy on me.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Dies Irae.

The last great Day it may be near,
Or Man may pass ere it comes here.
There may be nothing but weeds and flowers
Over the Earth in her dying hours;
Men, beasts and birds may all be gone
Ere the world's disaster shall come on;
Or there may be neither grass nor trees,
But stony wastes round the ashen seas —
No life to take when the days are dead,
And God is doing the thing He said;
Nothing but Desolation's wing
Like a sunless mist o'er everything!
And all the millions long, long gone,
To ashes turned in Oblivion;
And the last great Day shall but consume
The bones of a world in its fiery tomb,
As God puts by for ever and aye
The thought of the sorrow that's passed away!

poem by Robert Crawford
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Mother Mary

Like no other
from the time
I saw first light,
mother Mary sacrificed
her life for me.

In times of desolation
when all others doubt me,
mother Mary still believes
in my integrity.

In times of darkness
when no other is near,
mother Mary talks to me
and tries to set my eyes
back on the light
and her voice
is the only one that I hear.

Every morning before the day begins
mother Mary’s prayers
goes to the King of kings,
telling Him of all the things
that living brings to me.

When all hope is gone
and all things are done,
mother Mary takes my hand
and reminds me to trust
and that the new morning
is very near.

Beyond reason
when there’s no indication
that any answer
or victory is possible,
mother Mary still believes
and the Almighty One
touches me through her.

Age is making mother Mary frail
and time is rushing by
and I am afraid
that the end is coming near
and although life has taken
its toll from her
mother Mary is like no other
and will always be
my dearest mother.

poem by Gert Strydom
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