It just occered to me, re: Bob Dylan - Democratic Underground

Badger1

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Fri Mar-25-05 10:11 AM
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It just occered to me, re: Bob Dylan

Just maybe, his lyrics to Desolation Row, are very descriptive of the weird, wild times we have been living under lately. I will only post the first verse. Google the rest. Amazing.

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

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starroute

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Fri Mar-25-05 10:47 AM
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1. You gotta watch out with stuff like that

No telling where it'll lead you . . .

Now 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

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Jacobin

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Fri Mar-25-05 10:54 AM
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2. Good description of Condi here, to:

Now 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

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Jacobin

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Fri Mar-25-05 10:57 AM
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3. Okay, I'm gettin' into this:

Smirk and Karen Hughes:

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 penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

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