Lyric Blowing In The Wind - Bob Dylan

Lyric Song Blowing In The Wind: They re selling postcards of the hangingthey re painting
the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailorsthe circus is in
town
Here comes the blind commissionerthey ve got him in a
trance
One hand is tied to the tight rope walkerthe other is in
his pants
And the riot squad they re restlessthey need somewhere to
go
As Lady and I look out tonightfrom Desolation Row
Cinderellashe seems so easyyquot;It takes one to know oneyquot;
she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeohe s moaning yquot;You Belong to Me I
Believeyquot;
And someone saysyquot;You re in the wrong placemy friendyou
Better leaveyquot;
And the only sound that s left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hiddenthe 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 Samaritanhe s dressinghe s getting ready
for the show
He s going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
Now Opheliashe s neath the window for her I feel so
afraid
On her twenty second birthday she already is an old maid
To herdeath is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession s her religionher sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah s great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row
Einsteindisguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a
trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his frienda jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
As he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at himbut he was famous
long ago
For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row
Dr Filthhe keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patientsthey re trying to blow it up
Now his nursesome local losershe s in charge of the
cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that readyquot;Have Mercy on His
Soulyquot;
They all play on the penny whistlesyou can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row
Across the street they ve nailed the curtainsthey re
getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera a perfect image of a priest
They re 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 girlsyquot;Get Outa Here
If You Don t Know
Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Rowyquot;
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
Praise be to Nero s Neptune the Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody s shoutingyquot;Which Side Are You Onyquot;
And Ezra Pound and TS 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
YesI received your letter yesterday About the time the
doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doingwas that some kind of
joke
All these people that you mentionyesI know themthey re
quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another
name
Right nowI can t read too gooddon t send me no more
letters no
Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row