笨小笨Desolation Row (Live)歌词由Bob Dylan演唱，出自专辑《Message To Love: The Isle Of Wight Festival 1970》，下面是《Desolation Row (Live)》完整版歌词！
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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 tight rope 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 pockets 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 is 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 twenty second birthday she already is an old maid
To her
Death is quite romantic she wears an iron 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
And he when 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're 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 whistles
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's shouting to skinny girls
Get outta 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
Then they bring them to the factory where the 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
Eliot 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 mention
Yes
I know them
They're 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
