[{"id":23010554,"name":"Bob Dylan - Desolation Row","trackName":"Bob Dylan - Desolation Row","artistName":"Bob Dylan","albumName":"misc_bob_dylan","duration":678.855625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"They're selling postcards of the hanging\nThey're painting the passports brown\nThe beauty parlor is filled with sailors\nThe circus is in town\nHere comes the blind commissioner\nThey've got him in a trance\nOne hand is tied to the tightrope walker\nThe other is in his pants\nAnd the riot squad, they're restless\nThey need somewhere to go\n\nAs Lady and I look out tonight from Desolation Row\n\nCinderella, she seems so easy\n\"It takes one to know one,\" she smiles\nAnd puts her hands in her back pocket\nBette Davis style\nAnd in comes Romeo, he's moaning\n\"You belong to me, I believe\"\nAnd someone says, \"You're in the wrong place, my friend\nYou'd better leave\"\nAnd the only sound that's left\nAfter the ambulances go\n\nIs Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row\n\nNow, the moon is almost hidden\nThe stars are beginning to hide\nThe fortune telling lady\nHas even taken all her things inside\nAll except for Cain and Abel\nAnd the hunchback of Notre Dame\nEverybody's making love or else expecting rain\nAnd the good Samaritan, he's dressing\nHe's getting ready for the show\n\nHe's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row\n\nOphelia, she's 'neath the window\nFor her I feel so afraid\nOn her 22nd birthday\nShe already is an old maid\nTo her, death is quite romantic\nShe wears an ironed vest\nHer profession's her religion\nHer sin is her lifelessness\nAnd though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow\n\nShe spends her time peeking into Desolation Row\n\nEinstein disguised as Robin Hood\nWith his memories in a trunk\nPassed this way an hour ago\nWith his friend, a jealous monk\nNow, he looked so immaculately frightful\nAs he bummed a cigarette\nThen he went off sniffing drainpipes\nAnd reciting the alphabet\nYou would not think to look at him\nBut he was famous long ago\n\nFor playing the electric violin on Desolation Row\n\nDr. Filth, he keeps his world\nInside of a leather cup\nBut all his sexless patients\nThey are trying to blow it up\nNow, his nurse, some local loser\nShe's in charge of the cyanide hole\nAnd she also keeps the cards that read\n\"Have mercy on his soul\"\nThey all play on the penny whistle, you can hear them blow\n\nIf you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row\n\nAcross the street they've nailed the curtains\nThey're getting ready for the feast\nThe Phantom of the Opera\nIn a perfect image of a priest\nThey are spoon-feeding Casanova\nTo get him to feel more assured\nThen they'll kill him with self-confidence\nAfter poisoning him with words\nAnd the phantom shouting to skinny girls\n\"Get out of here if you don't know\"\n\nCasanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row\n\nAt midnight, all the agents\nAnd the superhuman crew\nCome out and round up everyone\nThat knows more than they do\nAnd they bring them to the factory\nWhere their heart attack machine\nIs strapped across their shoulders\nAnd then the kerosene\nIs brought down from the castles by insurance men who go\n\nCheck to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row\n\nPraise be to Nero's Neptune\nThe Titanic sails at dawn\nEverybody's shouting\n\"Which side are you on?\"\nAnd Ezra Pound and T.S. 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Eliot fighting in the captain's tower\nWhile calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers\nBetween the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow\nAnd nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row\nYes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke\nWhen you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke\nAll these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite lame\nI had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name\nRight now, I can't read too good, don't send me no more letters no\nNot unless you mail them from Desolation Row","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.28] They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown\n[00:18.23] The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town\n[00:27.54] Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance\n[00:35.80] One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants\n[00:45.05] And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go\n[00:54.01] As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row\n[01:07.30] Cinderella, she seems so easy, \"It takes one to know one,\" she smiles\n[01:16.60] And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style\n[01:25.57] And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. \"You Belong to Me I Believe\"\n[01:34.42] And someone says, \"You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave\"\n[01:43.48] And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go\n[01:52.54] Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row\n[02:05.59] Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide\n[02:14.53] The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside\n[02:23.27] All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame\n[02:32.62] Everybody is making love or else expecting rain\n[02:41.17] And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show\n[02:50.02] He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row\n[03:03.13] Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid\n[03:11.87] On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid\n[03:20.64] To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest\n[03:29.40] Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness\n[03:38.44] And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow\n[03:47.32] She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row\n[04:00.53] Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk\n[04:09.25] Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk\n[04:17.71] Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette\n[04:26.44] And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet\n[04:35.47] You would not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago\n[04:44.16] For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row\n[04:57.05] Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup\n[05:05.87] But all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up\n[05:14.65] Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole\n[05:23.53] And she also keeps the cards that read, \"Have Mercy on His Soul\"\n[05:32.38] They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow\n[05:41.26] If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row\n[05:54.06] Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast\n[06:02.78] The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest\n[06:11.61] They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured\n[06:20.21] Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words\n[06:29.76] And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, \"Get outta here if you don't know\"\n[06:39.03] Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row\"\n[06:52.00] At midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew\n[07:00.74] Come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do\n[07:09.24] Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine\n[07:18.02] Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene\n[07:26.77] Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go\n[07:35.01] Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row\n[07:46.26] Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn\n[07:55.18] Everybody's shouting, \"Which side are you on?!\"\n[08:03.42] And Ezra Pound and T.S. 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strapped across their shoulders\nAnd then the kerosene\n\nIs brought down from the castles\nBy insurance men who go\nCheck to see that nobody's escaping\nDesolation row\n\nYes, I received your letter yesterday\n'Bout the time the doorknob broke\nWhen you asked me how I was doing\nWas that some kind of joke?\n\nAll these people that you mentioned\nYes, I know them, they are quite lame\nI had to rearrange their faces\nAnd give them all another name\n\nRight now I can't read too good\nDon't send me no more letters, no\nNot unless you mail them from\nDesolation row","syncedLyrics":"[00:51.32] They're selling postcards of the hanging\n[00:55.30] They're painting the passports brown\n[00:59.13] And beauty parlor's filled with sailors\n[01:03.35] The circus is in town\n[01:07.00] Here comes the blind commissioner\n[01:11.02] They've got him in a trance\n[01:13.92] One hand is tied to the tightrope walker\n[01:18.35] The other is in his pants\n[01:21.52] And the riot squad, they're restless\n[01:25.06] They need somewhere to go\n[01:29.60] As lady and I look out tonight\n[01:33.29] From desolation row\n[01:38.65] Cinderella, she seems so easy\n[01:42.88] \"It takes one to know one,\" she smiles\n[01:46.69] Puts her hands in her back pocket\n[01:50.45] Bette Davis style\n[01:54.04] In comes Romeo, he's moaning\n[01:57.34] \"You belong to me, I believe\"\n[02:01.84] Someone turns and says, \"You're in the wrong room, my friend\n[02:04.94] You'd better hurry up and leave\"\n[02:08.98] And the only sound that's left\n[02:13.24] After the ambulances go\n[02:16.61] Is Cinderella sweeping up\n[02:19.97] On desolation row\n[02:23.04] \n[02:29.52] Now the moon is almost hidden\n[02:33.32] The stars are beginning to hide\n[02:37.44] The fortune telling lady\n[02:40.86] Has even taken all her things inside\n[02:44.77] All except for Cain and Abel\n[02:48.69] And the hunchback of Notre Dame\n[02:52.88] Everyone is making love\n[02:56.42] Or else expecting rain\n[03:00.12] 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him with words\n[04:38.48] And the phantom shouting to skinny girls\n[04:42.34] \"Get out of here if you don't know\"\n[04:45.79] Casanova he's just being punished\n[04:48.95] For goin' to desolation row\n[04:52.50] \n[05:42.24] Now at midnight all the agents\n[05:45.97] And the super-human crew\n[05:50.48] Come out and round up everyone\n[05:53.55] That knows more than they do\n[05:57.47] And they bring them to the factory\n[06:01.27] Where their heart attack machine\n[06:05.16] Is strapped across their shoulders\n[06:09.66] And then the kerosene\n[06:13.33] Is brought down from the castles\n[06:16.59] By insurance men who go\n[06:20.13] Check to see that nobody's escaping\n[06:24.65] Desolation row\n[06:29.34] Yes, I received your letter yesterday\n[06:33.29] 'Bout the time the doorknob broke\n[06:37.04] When you asked me how I was doing\n[06:40.92] Was that some kind of joke?\n[06:44.35] All these people that you mentioned\n[06:48.31] Yes, I know them, they are quite 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Eliot fighting in the captain's tower\nWhile calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers\nBetween the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow\nAnd nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row\nYes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke\nWhen you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke\nAll these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite lame\nI had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name\nRight now, I can't read too good, don't send me no more letters no\nNot unless you mail them from Desolation Row","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.28] They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown\n[00:18.23] The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town\n[00:27.54] Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance\n[00:35.80] One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants\n[00:45.05] And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go\n[00:54.01] As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row\n[01:07.30] Cinderella, she seems so easy, \"It takes one to know one,\" she smiles\n[01:16.60] And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style\n[01:25.57] And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. \"You Belong to Me I Believe\"\n[01:34.42] And someone says, \"You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave\"\n[01:43.48] And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go\n[01:52.54] Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row\n[02:05.59] Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide\n[02:14.53] The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside\n[02:23.27] All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame\n[02:32.62] Everybody is making love or else expecting rain\n[02:41.17] And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show\n[02:50.02] He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row\n[03:03.13] Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid\n[03:11.87] On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid\n[03:20.64] To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest\n[03:29.40] Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness\n[03:38.44] And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow\n[03:47.32] She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row\n[04:00.53] Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk\n[04:09.25] Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk\n[04:17.71] Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette\n[04:26.44] And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet\n[04:35.47] You would not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago\n[04:44.16] For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row\n[04:57.05] Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup\n[05:05.87] But all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up\n[05:14.65] Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole\n[05:23.53] And she also keeps the cards that read, \"Have Mercy on His Soul\"\n[05:32.38] They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow\n[05:41.26] If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row\n[05:54.06] Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast\n[06:02.78] The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest\n[06:11.61] They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured\n[06:20.21] Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words\n[06:29.76] And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, \"Get outta here if you don't know\"\n[06:39.03] Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row\"\n[06:52.00] At midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew\n[07:00.74] Come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do\n[07:09.24] Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine\n[07:18.02] Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene\n[07:26.77] Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go\n[07:35.01] Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row\n[07:46.26] Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn\n[07:55.18] Everybody's shouting, \"Which side are you on?!\"\n[08:03.42] And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower\n[08:12.25] While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers\n[08:21.01] Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow\n[08:29.80] And nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row\n[09:33.39] Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke\n[09:42.03] When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke\n[09:50.75] All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite lame\n[09:59.29] I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name\n[10:07.83] Right now, I can't read too good, don't send me no more letters no\n[10:16.92] Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Desolation Row\n artist: Bob Dylan\n album: 'Bob Dylan Live, 1966: The Royal Albert Hall Concert'\n duration_ms: 691862\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown\n 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Elliot\nFighting in the captain's tower\nWhile calypso singers laugh at them\nAnd fishermen hold flowers\nBetween the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow\nAnd nobody has to think too much about\n\nDesolation Row\n\nYes, I received your letter yesterday\nAbout the time the doorknob broke\nWhen you asked me how I was doing\nWas that some kind of joke?\nAll these people that you mentioned\nYes, I know them, they are quite lame\nI had to rearrange their faces\nAnd give them all another name\nRight now I can't read too good, don't send me no more letters, no\n\nNot unless you mail them from Desolation Row","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.14] They're selling postcards of the hanging\n[00:12.88] They're painting the passports brown\n[00:17.97] The beauty parlor is filled with sailors\n[00:22.45] The circus is in town\n[00:27.39] Here comes the blind commissioner\n[00:31.63] They've got him in a trance\n[00:35.47] One hand is tied to the tightrope walker\n[00:40.36] The other is in his pants\n[00:45.05] And the riot squad, they're restless\n[00:49.33] They need somewhere to go\n[00:53.65] As Lady and I look out tonight from Desolation Row\n[01:02.80] \n[01:05.64] Cinderella, she seems so easy\n[01:11.50] \"It takes one to know one,\" she smiles\n[01:16.66] And puts her hands in her back pocket\n[01:21.97] Bette Davis style\n[01:25.21] And in comes Romeo, he's moaning\n[01:29.68] \"You belong to me, I believe\"\n[01:34.05] And someone says, \"You're in the wrong place, my friend\n[01:39.01] You'd better leave\"\n[01:43.73] And the only sound that's left\n[01:47.61] After the ambulances go\n[01:51.97] Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row\n[02:01.11] \n[02:06.09] Now, the moon is almost hidden\n[02:10.20] The stars are beginning to hide\n[02:14.49] The fortune telling lady\n[02:17.32] Has even taken all her things inside\n[02:23.63] All except for Cain and Abel\n[02:27.38] And the hunchback of Notre Dame\n[02:31.75] Everybody's making love or else expecting rain\n[02:41.54] And the good Samaritan, he's dressing\n[02:45.10] He's getting ready for the show\n[02:49.39] He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row\n[02:58.49] \n[03:03.42] Ophelia, she's 'neath the window\n[03:07.08] For her I feel so afraid\n[03:11.35] On her 22nd birthday\n[03:15.62] She already is an old maid\n[03:20.51] To her, death is quite romantic\n[03:25.12] She wears an ironed vest\n[03:29.09] Her profession's her religion\n[03:33.57] Her sin is her lifelessness\n[03:38.25] And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow\n[03:46.84] She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row\n[03:55.67] \n[04:01.02] Einstein disguised as Robin Hood\n[04:04.25] With his memories in a trunk\n[04:08.50] Passed this way an hour ago\n[04:13.18] With his friend, a jealous monk\n[04:17.77] Now, he looked so immaculately frightful\n[04:21.89] As he bummed a cigarette\n[04:26.14] Then he went off sniffing drainpipes\n[04:30.58] And reciting the alphabet\n[04:35.83] You would not think to look at him\n[04:39.65] But he was famous long ago\n[04:43.86] For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row\n[04:52.83] \n[04:57.11] Dr. Filth, he keeps his world\n[05:01.15] Inside of a leather cup\n[05:05.95] But all his sexless patients\n[05:09.83] They are trying to blow it up\n[05:14.68] Now, his nurse, some local loser\n[05:18.65] She's in charge of the cyanide hole\n[05:23.19] And she also keeps the cards that read\n[05:27.62] \"Have mercy on his soul\"\n[05:32.34] They all play on the penny whistle, you can hear them blow\n[05:41.08] If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row\n[05:50.35] \n[05:53.25] Across the street they've nailed the curtains\n[05:58.63] They're getting ready for the feast\n[06:02.63] The Phantom of the Opera\n[06:06.78] In a perfect image of a priest\n[06:11.75] They are spoon-feeding Casanova\n[06:15.65] To get him to feel more assured\n[06:19.97] Then they'll kill him with self-confidence\n[06:24.32] After poisoning him with words\n[06:28.11] And the phantom shouting to skinny girls\n[06:34.61] \"Get out of here if you don't know\"\n[06:38.94] Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row\n[06:48.20] \n[06:51.96] At midnight, all the agents\n[06:56.02] And the superhuman crew\n[07:00.42] Come out and round up everyone\n[07:04.73] That knows more than they do\n[07:09.01] And they bring them to the factory\n[07:13.17] Where their heart attack machine\n[07:17.22] Is strapped across their shoulders\n[07:21.73] And then the kerosene\n[07:26.43] Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go\n[07:35.08] Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row\n[07:44.40] \n[07:47.05] Praise be to Nero's Neptune\n[07:50.69] The Titanic sails at dawn\n[07:54.84] Everybody's shouting\n[07:58.49] \"Which side are you on?\"\n[08:03.37] And Ezra Pound and T.S. 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Elliot\n start_ms: 483370\n end_ms: 487080\n- text: Fighting in the captain's tower\n start_ms: 487080\n end_ms: 492080\n- text: While calypso singers laugh at them\n start_ms: 492080\n end_ms: 496000\n- text: And fishermen hold flowers\n start_ms: 496000\n end_ms: 500830\n- text: Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow\n start_ms: 500830\n end_ms: 509470\n- text: And nobody has to think too much about\n start_ms: 509470\n end_ms: 514560\n- text: Desolation Row\n start_ms: 514560\n end_ms: 518780\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 518780\n end_ms: 573860\n- text: Yes, I received your letter yesterday\n start_ms: 573860\n end_ms: 577410\n- text: About the time the doorknob broke\n start_ms: 577410\n end_ms: 581940\n- text: When you asked me how I was doing\n start_ms: 581940\n end_ms: 585920\n- text: Was that some kind of joke?\n start_ms: 585920\n end_ms: 590470\n- text: All these people that you mentioned\n start_ms: 590470\n end_ms: 594910\n- text: Yes, I know them, they are quite lame\n start_ms: 594910\n end_ms: 599050\n- text: I had to rearrange their faces\n start_ms: 599050\n end_ms: 602680\n- text: And give them all another name\n start_ms: 602680\n end_ms: 608230\n- text: Right now I can't read too good, don't send me no more letters, no\n start_ms: 608230\n end_ms: 616200\n- text: Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row\n start_ms: 616200\n end_ms: 624050\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 624050\nplain: |-\n They're selling postcards of the hanging\n They're painting the passports brown\n The beauty parlor is filled with sailors\n The circus is in town\n Here comes the blind commissioner\n They've got him in a trance\n One hand is tied to the tightrope walker\n The other is in his pants\n And the riot squad, they're restless\n They need somewhere to go\n\n As Lady and I look out tonight from Desolation Row\n\n Cinderella, she seems so easy\n \"It takes one to know one,\" she smiles\n And puts her hands in her back pocket\n Bette Davis style\n And in comes Romeo, he's moaning\n \"You belong to me, I believe\"\n And someone says, \"You're in the wrong place, my friend\n You'd better leave\"\n And the only sound that's left\n After the ambulances go\n\n Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row\n\n Now, the moon is almost hidden\n The stars are beginning to hide\n The fortune telling lady\n Has even taken all her things inside\n All except for Cain and Abel\n And the hunchback of Notre Dame\n Everybody's making love or else expecting rain\n And the good Samaritan, he's dressing\n He's getting ready for the show\n\n He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row\n\n Ophelia, she's 'neath the window\n For her I feel so afraid\n On her 22nd birthday\n She already is an old maid\n To her, death is quite romantic\n She wears an ironed vest\n Her profession's her religion\n Her sin is her lifelessness\n And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow\n\n She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row\n\n Einstein disguised as Robin Hood\n With his memories in a trunk\n Passed this way an hour ago\n With his friend, a jealous monk\n Now, he looked so immaculately frightful\n As he bummed a cigarette\n Then he went off sniffing drainpipes\n And reciting the alphabet\n You would not think to look at him\n But he was famous long ago\n\n For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row\n\n Dr. Filth, he keeps his world\n Inside of a leather cup\n But all his sexless patients\n They are trying to blow it up\n Now, his nurse, some local loser\n She's in charge of the cyanide hole\n And she also keeps the cards that read\n \"Have mercy on his soul\"\n They all play on the penny whistle, you can hear them blow\n\n If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row\n\n Across the street they've nailed the curtains\n They're getting ready for the feast\n The Phantom of the Opera\n In a perfect image of a priest\n They are spoon-feeding Casanova\n To get him to feel more assured\n Then they'll kill him with self-confidence\n After poisoning him with words\n And the phantom shouting to skinny girls\n \"Get out of here if you don't know\"\n\n Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row\n\n At midnight, all the agents\n And the superhuman crew\n Come out and round up everyone\n That knows more than they do\n And they bring them to the factory\n Where their heart attack machine\n Is strapped across their shoulders\n And then the kerosene\n Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go\n\n Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row\n\n Praise be to Nero's Neptune\n The Titanic sails at dawn\n Everybody's shouting\n \"Which side are you on?\"\n And Ezra Pound and T.S. Elliot\n Fighting in the captain's tower\n While calypso singers laugh at them\n And fishermen hold flowers\n Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow\n And nobody has to think too much about\n\n Desolation Row\n\n Yes, I received your letter yesterday\n About the time the doorknob broke\n When you asked me how I was doing\n Was that some kind of joke?\n All these people that you mentioned\n Yes, I know them, they are quite lame\n I had to rearrange their faces\n And give them all another name\n Right now I can't read too good, don't send me no more letters, no\n\n Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row\n"}]