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Desolation Row
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Desolation Row은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2003년 7월 8일일에 HighTone Records에서 발매되었습니다.Train Home
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발매일2003년 7월 8일
라벨HighTone Records
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실연 아티스트
Chris Smither
Chris Smither
보컬
David Goodrich
David Goodrich
피아노
Bonnie Raitt
Bonnie Raitt
기타
Mike Piehl
Mike Piehl
드럼
Richard Downs
Richard Downs
호른
작곡 및 작사
밥 딜런
밥 딜런
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
David Goodrich
David Goodrich
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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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