Desolation Row - Chris Smither: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Desolation Row

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Desolation Row fue lanzado el 8 de julio de 2003 por HighTone Records como parte del álbum Train Home

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumTrain Home

Fecha de lanzamiento8 de julio de 2003

Sello discográficoHighTone Records

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM88

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Chris Smither

Voces

David Goodrich

Piano

Bonnie Raitt

Guitarra

Mike Piehl

Batería

Richard Downs

Corno

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Bob Dylan

Autoría

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

David Goodrich

Producción

Letra

They're selling postcards of the hanging

They're painting passports brown

The beauty parlor is all filled with sailors

You know 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

You know the other one is in his pants

The riot squad, they're restless

They need someplace to go

There's Lady Night looking out tonight

On Desolation Row

Albert Einstein disguised as Robin Hood

With his memories in a trunk

Passed this way just an hour ago

With his friend, the jealous monk

He looked immaculately frightful

He bummed a cigarette

He went off sniffing drainpipes

He was reciting the alphabet

You would not think, just to look at him

That he was famous long ago

For playing the electric violin

On Desolation Row

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window

For her, I feel so afraid

On her twenty-second birthday

Yes, already she is an old maid

Now here comes Romeo, he's moanin'

"You belong to me, I believe"

And then someone says, "You're in the wrong play, my friend

You'd better leave"

They all play on the penny whistle

You can hear 'em blow

If you lean your head out far enough

In Desolation Row

Cinderella, she looks so easy

Takes one to know one, she smiles

As she sticks her hand in her back pocket

Betty Davis style

To her, death is quite romantic

She wears an iron dress

Her profession is her religion

You know her sin is her lifelessness

And the only sound that you can hear

After the ambulances go

Is Cinderella sweeping up

On Desolation Row

Dear, you know I got your letter yesterday

About the time the doorknob broke

And you asked me how I was doin'

Is that some kind of joke?

All these people that you mention

Yes, I know them, they're quite lame

I had to rearrange their faces

And I gave 'em all another name

Right now, I don't feel too good

Don't send me no more letters, no

Not unless you mail them from

Desolation Row

Right now, I don't feel too good

Don't send me no more letters, no

Not unless you mail them from

Desolation Row

Written by: Bob Dylan

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