Absolutely adorable... you've made this your own ... wondering why you didnt put in the orher two verses..? Thats ok ..youve made my year with your interpretation..love ❤
Hi Beth: How about recording this reworked Dylan classic: Desolation Row 2.0 They're selling postcards of the meat plant They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with women The circus is in town Here comes the CDC director They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the protestors, they're restless They need somewhere to go As the Crimson Lady looks 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 De la Renta style In comes the Clown Prince, he's moaning "You Belong to Me I Believe" And someone says, "You're in the right place, my friend You'll never leave" And the only sound that's left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella cashing in On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to fall The construction workers Have started building a black wall All except for Lev and Igor And The Hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the Red Tie Bad Guy, he's dressing He's getting ready for the show He's starring in the carnival tonight On Desolation Row Rosalind, she's 'neath the window Going to the masquerade On her thirty-second birthday She already has it made To her, life is quite romantic She loves Orlando best Her profession's her religion Her sin is her truthiness And though her eyes are fixed upon The others at the show She spends her time spinning From Desolation Row Frankenstein, disguised as Hitler With his conspiracies in a box Passed this way an hour ago In a limo drive to Fox Now he looked so immaculately frightful When he spoke with spray-on hair Then he went off inspecting cages And repeating 'No asylum here' You would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the plywood violin On Desolation Row The Doctor's a straight shooter He's on the up and up But all the dark dementors They're trying to blow truth up Now the man in the long white robe The keys of death and Hades he holds And he also keeps three books to read Have mercy on your soul Seven angels play their trumpets You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row Across the street they've opened the curtains They're getting ready for the feast The machine called Rehoboam Is a perfect image of the beast 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 Rehoboam's warning all the girls "Get outta here if you don't know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row" At midnight, icy 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 they have all the machines A strap across their shoulders And then the chloroquine Is brought down from the big house By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping From Desolation Row You can hear Nero's fiddle AF1 flies at dawn Everybody's shouting "Which side are you on?" Thomas Wolfe and Alex Solzhenitsyn Praying in the captain's tower While Luke and Wedge watch them And sphero droids absorb power Through the windows of the sky Where seven angels go And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your email yesterday About the time my cellphone broke When you asked me how I was doing Was that some kinda joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they're quite lame I had to remember their faces And give them all another name Right now, I can't read too good Don't send me no more emails, no Not unless you send them From Desolation Row
Absolutely adorable... you've made this your own ... wondering why you didnt put in the orher two verses..? Thats ok ..youve made my year with your interpretation..love ❤
I love this
Sounds awsome
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Love this
BOB IS PROUD.
Brava 🎸💋
Bob would be proud
UNDER RATED
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Hi Beth: How about recording this reworked Dylan classic:
Desolation Row 2.0
They're selling postcards of the meat plant
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with women
The circus is in town
Here comes the CDC director
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the protestors, they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As the Crimson Lady looks 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
De la Renta style
In comes the Clown Prince, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the right place, my friend
You'll never leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella cashing in
On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to fall
The construction workers
Have started building a black wall
All except for Lev and Igor
And The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Red Tie Bad Guy, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's starring in the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
Rosalind, she's 'neath the window
Going to the masquerade
On her thirty-second birthday
She already has it made
To her, life is quite romantic
She loves Orlando best
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her truthiness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
The others at the show
She spends her time spinning
From Desolation Row
Frankenstein, disguised as Hitler
With his conspiracies in a box
Passed this way an hour ago
In a limo drive to Fox
Now he looked so immaculately frightful
When he spoke with spray-on hair
Then he went off inspecting cages
And repeating 'No asylum here'
You would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the plywood violin
On Desolation Row
The Doctor's a straight shooter
He's on the up and up
But all the dark dementors
They're trying to blow truth up
Now the man in the long white robe
The keys of death and Hades he holds
And he also keeps three books to read
Have mercy on your soul
Seven angels play their trumpets
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row
Across the street they've opened the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The machine called Rehoboam
Is a perfect image of the beast
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 Rehoboam's warning all the girls
"Get outta here if you don't know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"
At midnight, icy 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 they have all the machines
A strap across their shoulders
And then the chloroquine
Is brought down from the big house
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
From Desolation Row
You can hear Nero's fiddle
AF1 flies at dawn
Everybody's shouting
"Which side are you on?"
Thomas Wolfe and Alex Solzhenitsyn
Praying in the captain's tower
While Luke and Wedge watch them
And sphero droids absorb power
Through the windows of the sky
Where seven angels go
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes, I received your email yesterday
About the time my cellphone broke
When you asked me how I was doing
Was that some kinda joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to remember their faces
And give them all another name
Right now, I can't read too good
Don't send me no more emails, no
Not unless you send them
From Desolation Row