If there is a song so well realized as a modern minstrel poem or story, is the story of Desolation Row [Desolation Row ] Mr. Dylan constructed - through atmospheric 11 minutes, his voice accompanied by guitar spent most and harmonica - perhaps the strongest and best poems made of rock and poetry of the twentieth century literature. Zimmerman
[dylan] shows his own universe, but not limited to what can be seen for example that have such disparate characters as Cinderella and Ezra Pound. Zimmerman
invites us to know, who are these people and because they want to reach to Desolation Row [recommended reading to hear the song translation that we let]
First, I will leave a short video of Dylan Desolation Row playing in England 1966 (for details see the majestic documentary No Direction Home more than four hours by Martin Scorsece on the figure of Bob Dylan, who is also the narrator of this film [a film you can not lose.]
DESOLATION ROW STREET Desolation
're selling postcards of condemnation, are painting the passports
color brown
the salon is full of sailors
the circus has come to town there is the blind
the municipal board
have put under hypnosis has a hand
rope walker, the other is
in his pants and the riot squad they're restless,
need to go somewhere,
As Lady and I look out tonight
from Desolation Row.
Cinderella seems so easy,
It takes one to know,
smiles and puts his hands on the back pockets Bette Davis style
.
and then come complaining Romeo:
"I think I belong"
and someone says, "You're in the wrong place,
friend, you'd better leave"
and all you hear
after the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping
in Desolation Row.
Now the moon is almost hidden,
the stars begin to hide even the lady
made confidential guess all things
all but
Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre-Dame, are making love
or waiting for rain and good Samaritan is getting dressed,
is preparing for the show,
going to the carnival tonight
of Desolation Row
Ofelia is under the window,
For her I feel so scared in his 22 birthday
is already an old maid for her death
is totally romantic, wears a vest
iron is your profession
religion,
his sin is his lack of life,
and though his eyes are fixed
in Noah's great rainbow,
spends his time peeping
to Desolation Row.
Einstein disguised as Robin Hood
with their memories in a trunk
spent an hour ago here
with his friend the monk jealous
and was so immaculately
he bummed a cigarette, then went
smelling sewers and reciting the alphabet,
would not think to see
but
was famous long ago For playing the electric violin
in Desolation Row.
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
in a leather cup
but all his sexless patients They're trying to blow
,
Now his nurse, some local loser,
is in charge of the cyanide hole
and also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul",
They all play on penny whistles blowing
You can hear if you take enough head
of Desolation Row.
've nailed the curtains back and forth on the street,
are preparing for the party,
the
Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest are killing
Casanova
kisses to make you feel safer ,
then kill him with self-confidence after poisoning
words
the phantom shouting to skinny girls
"Get out of here if you do not understand:
Casanova is being punished for going to Desolation Row! ".
At midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew
out and round up anyone who knows more
what they know
then lead to the factory where the machine
heart attacks
is tied over their shoulders.
and then the kerosene is brought
castles by insurance men who come
and checking that nobody is escaping to
Way of Desolation.
Praise be to Nero's Neptune,
the Titanic sails at dawn
everyone is shouting,
"Which side are you on?"
And Ezra Pound and TS Eliot Fighting in
control, 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
on Desolation Row.
Yes, yesterday I received your letter,
about the time he broke the caller,
when I asked how I was riding
and if this was some kind of joke
all those people you mentioned,
yes, I know them disabled,
had to rearrange their faces and give them another name
all
now I can not read very well
do not send me more letters no
Not unless you mail them From
the Desolation Row.
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