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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 tightrope 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 pocket
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'd 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's 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
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her 22nd birthday
She already is an old maid
To her death is quite romantic
She wears an ironed vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's 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
Now he looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
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 are 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 whistle
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The phantom of the opera
In a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon-feeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the phantom shouting to skinny girls
"Get out of here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished
For going to Desolation Row
At midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
And they bring them to the factory
Where their 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 Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting
"Which side are you on?"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Elliot
Fighting in the captain's 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 doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mentioned
Yes, I know them, they are quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters, no
Not unless you mail them from
Desolation Row
This song reminds me. Time to take a day road trip on Highway 61 in Oct 2024. Get lost in that strange NE Missouri notch.
The colors are out!
ugh. Stop it, already. Before water boarding, the CIA used Dylan songs on VC prisoners. It was effective, but Dylan was offended on two levels, insulted and didn’t want to help the war machine. He was mollified when the CIA offered him royalties.
Oh grow the eff up. If you want a pleasant singing voice then there's plenty of pop music for you to choose from. Dylan is a poet, a storyteller, who chooses to do so set to music. Same as his idol/mentor Woody Guthrie before him.
now go back to your Britney Spears channel...
Always liked this track........but has anyone heard it on the radio? Well done RP!!!
Many decades ago, WBCN FM, 104.1, The Rock of Boston. RP reminds me of that radio pioneer and its 43-year legacy that finally petered out in 2009.
Ahhhh.
The master at the top of his game. No one else can touch him. Unbelievable.
Masterpiece. Nobel masterpiece.
Yes, amen to this!!!
https://youtu.be/FOuSxal8pf4?s...
17.5/10.
the way "desolation row" is sung here is the way matt sings "rome burn down"
The master at the top of his game. No one else can touch him. Unbelievable.
Masterpiece. Nobel masterpiece.
And this Summer 2024 he's touring with Willie, Mellencamp, Robert Plant.
Go see him. Them.
Mike Bloomfield – electric guitar
OR Charlie McCoy – guitar ("Desolation Row")
I’m a lover not a hater,
BUT!!… for this endless, repetitive, boring-ass ditty, I’ll make an exception.
ugh! If I could PSD, I would, but my Sonos app won’t let me. So it’s SNOOZE for the duration, 😡
I generally appreciate BD, but not this one. Don’t hate. We cool?
Checking the comments, it seems you post this rant over and over... go get some therapy, we heard you the first time.
BUT!!… for this endless, repetitive, boring-ass ditty, I’ll make an exception.
ugh! If I could PSD, I would, but my Sonos app won’t let me. So it’s SNOOZE for the duration, 😡
I generally appreciate BD, but not this one. Don’t hate. We cool?
It's Dec 10, 2023. This is one of Bob's Christmas songs.
Poetry ? No
Poetry is cohen
This is rhyming
Oh looky.
We got an expert.
Thanks for figuring that one out.
It's time for Bob to give back that there Nobel prize.
Poetry is cohen
This is rhyming
but my god.
☝😩
he sure loves whalin on that harmonica don't he?
Saw dear ole Bob last week in concert. Twice. In KC and STL. Each venue was an opera house. You could hear everything.
Unusual set list. Not alot of classic hits. But god, was he good. His voice was great, surprisingly.
At times...the entire audience was spell bound. So quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
And brother Bob was magnificent. Hypnotizing. Mezmerizing.
And what doesn't get noticed enough is his piano playing; which he did all night. He has developed a "Monk" type style.
He's touring like a madman this year. You all should go see him.
Might not be for everyone but just respect it for what it is and go back to enjoying whatever it is you might enjoy, I anticipate the list is limited.
Still no, Muted.
By all means, enjoy it at your will.
it’s a cringe tune for me.
LLRP
Imagine getting a ice tea at a gas station along Hhy 61 and bumping into Brother Bob and Allen Ginsberg.
And Allen wants to take your photo. You and Bob pose.
That would have been sublime.
i know it's Dylan and he's great and all that , but this song is tedious IMHO
They say the same thing about the actual Highway 61.
But once you get on it, start to drive it with the windows down...and then realize you're in Keokuk, Iowa...only then can you fully appreciate that damn harp playing at the end of this song.
And that feeling is double for Hannibal, MO. But at least they got fireworks stands, open 12 months a year. Not 11.
Ain't nothing like shooting off rockets and fountains and roman candles up into the night sky and of course, cursing the duds. Those darn duds.
i know it's Dylan and he's great and all that , but this song is tedious IMHO
and don't forget...he's not a good harp player
and he looks kind of weird
and hes hard to understand sometimes
oh my!
If I had skill as a painter, I'd paint the vignettes from this song onto one great big rollicking canvas.... An easy 10 for me.
Just Googled "Desolation Row Painting". Found two different versions, one is interactive. So much for my "original" idea from 3 years ago.
I usually don't mind me some Dylan, but THIS ditty is tired, repetitive, monotonous, plodding, & inane.
Always catch myself thinking, "My god! When will these verses STOP!?
ENOUGH, already!"
oh well.... thanks for asking for my feedback!!
Pardon the fuck out of us Philistines. What you see in this is beyond me.
Bill, thank you for your comments and being who you are. Wish I had been with you on that day outside Seattle when the busker remembered all the lyrics to Desolation Row. No small feat. Would have gladly matched your donation. We'd have made his day!
You have truly hit your stride. Playing it close to the vest for so many years and as of late opening up was a long time coming but a most welcome breath of fresh air.
When I attended Berklee in Boston you could hear WBCN playing from anywhere on campus. The DJ's were infamous for opening their hearts and souls to the world while on-air and making it feel like a true shared community experience. You and Rebecca have brought that reality to streaming radio.
Thank you many times over.
Ditto to BnR for the myriad thanks, and dang I would love to drop a Benji or two in that Busker's guitar case l.
Long Live RP and short live desolation.
time to get on the road?
travel down again on Hwy 61, in SE Iowa
a revisit by any other name
NOBEL! NOBEL! NOBEL!
Well, not for me. Nobel of easy stuff, maybe.
see...this is one of them super insightful listeners I keep sporadically reading about
Well, not for me. Nobel of easy stuff, maybe.
You have truly hit your stride. Playing it close to the vest for so many years and as of late opening up was a long time coming but a most welcome breath of fresh air.
When I attended Berklee in Boston you could hear WBCN playing from anywhere on campus. The DJ's were infamous for opening their hearts and souls to the world while on-air and making it feel like a true shared community experience. You and Rebecca have brought that reality to streaming radio.
Thank you many times over.
Whow. These folk must be so busy that they don't have the time to sit and listen to Dylan's genius. It's their loss.
Please.
Who is doing the picking on this? Sorta reminds me of Gordon Lightfoot who always had a great guitarist picking away in the right channel. No credits though. Both great imo.
According to Wikipedia, it was Charlie McCoy.
"The Highway 61 Revisited version was recorded at an overdub session on August 4, 1965, in Columbia's Studio A in New York City. Nashville-based guitarist Charlie McCoy, who happened to be in New York, was invited by producer Bob Johnston to contribute an improvised acoustic guitar part and Russ Savakus played bass guitar."
Always liked this track........but has anyone heard it on the radio? Well done RP!!!
Back in the day, when WNEW-FM was New York's best and (other than the commercials) similar to the free flowing offerings of RP, YES!
Could we all please agree, given the current "lyrics included" format of RP, to NOT post lyrics. It's a giant pain to have to scroll past them again and again. And just for craps and grins, how 'bout going back and deleting them if you have them posted on any song. Cheers...
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 tightrope 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 pocket
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'd 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's 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
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her 22nd birthday
She already is an old maid
To her death is quite romantic
She wears an ironed vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's 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
Now he looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
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 are 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 whistle
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The phantom of the opera
In a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon-feeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the phantom shouting to skinny girls
"Get out of here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished
For going to Desolation Row
At midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
And they bring them to the factory
Where their 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 Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting
"Which side are you on?"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Elliot
Fighting in the captain's 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 doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mentioned
Yes, I know them, they are quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters, no
Not unless you mail them from
Desolation Row
Pardon the fuck out of us Philistines. What you see in this is beyond me.
Could we all please agree, given the current "lyrics included" format of RP, to NOT post lyrics. It's a giant pain to have to scroll past them again and again. And just for craps and grins, how 'bout going back and deleting them if you have them posted on any song. Cheers...
this may be his masterpiece
life is a better place because of brother bob
Quite the lyrics. How his brain put out line after line after line, creating pages of prose, was quite amazing.
Not prose, poetry!
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting
"Which side are you on?"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Elliot
Fighting in the captain's 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
I would recount my thought and feeling interpretations, but instead I will follow the advice of the Boss "...the poets down here don't write nothin' at all, they just stand back and let it all be."
Let's face it - a music station's survival depends on having listeners that stay on board, yet RP plays songs that potentially alienate some listeners. This speaks to an integrity of the song choosers that is sorely lacking on so many other stations.
Keep on being bold and honest, B & R!
the nobel ain't for his harp playing
got it
Tour the Midwest this Summer.
Get on the Highway 61 and play a few shows in Hannibal or Keokuk, or even Keosaqua.
Freaking yes.
Make the best out of the bad, and just laugh it off.
You didn't have to come here anyway.
Just remember...every picture tells a story, don't it?
This is a classic Dylan song...not played very often....I heard Chris Smither do this live at the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival in Hillsdale, NY 2 years ago...it was a moving cover of the song.
Chris Smither's cover of this is fantastic. Makes the song much darker, sadder.
Bunch of whiners! This is poetry. This is music history. This is classic Dylan. If you don't like it, move along, you unappreciative neanderthals.
Pardon the fuck out of us Philistines. What you see in this is beyond me.
Laptopdog wrote:
What about "Ugly Bags of Mostly Water"?
Your observation is duly noted.
I understand the sentiment; but I feel that; if you write something, you are entitled to arrange it any way you want. If you like covers better, that's OK; but the writer gets first cut.
What have you got against neanderthals?
Surely one of Dylan's Top 10. Or 20. It's not so easy to winnow such a songography to a few mere lyrics or titles.
- A.E.
Heaven exists for the victims of mediocre minds.
I-L-L!!!
Perfect RP. Thank you.
Wendy O Williams usta chainsaw TV's when she was with The Plasmatics...
I'm not ashamed to say I was in the front row for one of those WOW shows!
Desolation Row
Take your pick!
Laptopdog wrote:
Don't worry. By the time I was 19, I fully understood how absolutely, stunningly brilliant Dylan was.
Classy.
Did your Kid Rock 8-track fall in the spittoon?
You're right, it is classic Dylan.
Wow! That’s a lot name calling. Not sure it’s helpful, but I’ll take the bait you self-important arbiter of all that is worthy. It may be poetry, but I listen to the radio to hear music, and this along with most of Dylan’s early stuff isn’t very musical. I actually prefer his mid-to-late career stuff better when he learned to write a song.
Oh yeah, and I do skip this song every time it comes on. Thanks again to RP for giving us this option.