The Grateful Dead - Postcards Of The Hanging/ Perform The Songs Of Bob Dylan (2004) by The Grateful Dead (보컬) on maniadb.com

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold dark night on the Spanish Stairs.

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece.
She promised that she'd be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece.

Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum,
Dodging lions and wastin' time.
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle,
I could hardly stand to see 'em,
Yes, it sure has been a long hard climb.

Train wheels runnin' thru the back of my memory,
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody,
When I paint my masterpiece.

Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola,
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!

I left Rome and landed in Brussels,
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried.
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles,
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.

Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent
When I paint my masterpiece.

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back
Takes the dark out of the nighttime, she paints the daytime black

You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through a key hole, down upon your bended knees

She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall
She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all

She wears an Egyptian ring, that sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique

Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween but her a trumpet, and for Christmas, buy her drums

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back
Takes the dark out of the nighttime, you know she paints the daytime black

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 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

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 spend 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
He looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
As he went off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
Now 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 then blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

THERE MUST BE SOME KIND OF WAY OUT OF HERE
SAID THE JOKER TO THE THIEF
THERE'S TOO MUCH CONFUSION
I CAN'T GET NO RELIEF
BUSINESSMAN THEY DRINK MY WINE
PLOW MEN DIG MY EARTH
NONE WILL LEVEL ON THE LINE
NOBODY OF IT IS WORTH
HEY HEY

NO REASON TO GET EXCITED
THE THIEF HE KINDLY SPOKE
THERE ARE MANY HERE AMONG US
WHO FEEL THAT LIFE IS BUT A JOKE BUT UH
BUT YOU AND I WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THAT
AND THIS IS NOT OUR FATE
SO LET US NOT TALK FALSELY NOW
THE HOUR'S GETTING LATE
HEY

HEY

ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER
PRINCES KEPT THE VIEW
WHILE ALL THE WOMEN CAME AND WENT
BARE-FOOT SERVANTS TO, BUT HUH
OUTSIDE IN THE COLD DISTANCE
A WILD CAT DID GROWL
TWO RIDERS WERE APPROACHIN'
AND THE WIND BEGAN TO HOWL
HEY
OH
ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER
HEAR YOU SING AROUND THE WATCH
GOTTA BEWARE GOTTA BEWARE I WILL
YEAH
OOH BABY
ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER