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She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole, down upon your knees She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall She never stumbles, she got no place to fall She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks She wears an Egyptian ring, it 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 Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes For Halloween, buy her a trumpet and for Christmas, give her a drum |
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| 2. |
| 4:37 |
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When she said,
"Don't waste your words, they're just lies," I cried she was deaf. And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, "What else you got left?" It was then that I got up to leave But she said, "Don't forget, Everybody must give something back For something they get." I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come. And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, "Don't get cute." So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs, And gallantly handed her My very last piece of gum. She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked. And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked. I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against . . . Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some. She said, "No, dear." I said, "Your words aren't clear, You'd better spit out your gum." She screamed till her face got so red Then she fell on the floor, And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer. And, when I was through I filled up my shoe And brought it to you. And you, you took me in, You loved me then You didn't waste time. And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch. Now don't ask for mine. |
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| 3. |
| 8:09 |
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Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We'll sit here stranded though we're all doing our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain Tempting you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise And her lover, so entwined And these visions of Johanna That conquer my mind In the empty lot where the ladies play blind man's bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls, they whisper of escapades out on the D Train We can hear the nightwatchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane Louise, she's alright, she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she makes it all to concise and clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of electricity Howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna Have now taken my place Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lot of gall To be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall While I'm in the hall Oh, how can I explain? It's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna They've kept me up past the dawn Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say "Jeez, I can't find my knees" Both jewels and binoculars Hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna They make it all seem so cruel The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him" But like Louise always says "You can't look at much, can you man?" as she herself prepares for him My Madonna, she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps to the road He writes "Everything's been returned which was owed" On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play The skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna Are now all that remain |
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| 4. |
| 5:46 |
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You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out, the saints are comin' through And it's all over now, Baby Blue The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense Take what you have gathered from coincidence The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets The sky too is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue All your seasick sailors, they're all rowing home Your empty-handed army is all going home Your lover who just walked out the door Has taken all his blankets from the floor The carpet too is moving under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue Leave your stepping stones behind there, something calls for you Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you The vagabond who's rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore Strike another match, go start anew And it's all over now, Baby Blue |
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| 5. |
| 11:32 |
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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 tightrope 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 pocket 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's 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 22nd birthday She already is an old maid To her death is quite romantic She wears an ironed 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 Then he went 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 are 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 whistle 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 shouting to skinny girls "Get out of 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 And they bring them to the factory Where their 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. Elliot 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 mentioned Yes, I know them, they are 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 |
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| 6. |
| 5:52 |
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Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain Everybody knows that baby's got new clothes But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Have fallen from her curls She takes just like a woman Yes, she does, she makes love just like a woman Yes, she does, and she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess that baby can't be blessed 'Til she finally sees that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine, and her pearls She takes just like a woman Yes, she makes love just like a woman Yes, she does, and she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl It was raining from the first and I was dying there of thirst So I came in here And your long-time curse hurts, but what's worse Is this pain in here, I can't stay in here, ain't it clear That I just can't fit Yes, I believe that it's time for us to quit But when we meet again, introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world Ah, you fake just like a woman Yes, you do, you make love just like a woman Yes, you do, then you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little girl |
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| 7. |
| 8:53 |
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Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come followin' you Though I know that evening's empire Has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me I am branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come followin' you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade Cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come followin' you Though you might hear laughing spinning, swinging madly across the sun It's not aimed at anyone It's just escaping on the run And, but for the sky, there are no fences facing And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time It's just a ragged clown behind I wouldn't pay it any mind It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come followin' you Then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come followin' you |
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Coal-black glass don't make no mirrors
Coal-black water, don't make no tears You say you love me with what may be love Don't you remember makin' baby love? Yes you got your steam drill, and now you're lookin' for some kid To get it to work for you like your nine-pound hammer did But I know that you know that I know that you show Something is tearing up your mind. Tell me, momma, Tell me, momma, Tell me, momma, what is it? What's wrong with you this time? Hey, John, come and get me some candy goods Shucks, it sure feels like it's in the woods Spend some time on your January trips You got tombstone moose up and your brave-yard whips If you're anxious to find out when your friendship's gonna end Come on, baby, I'm your friend! And I know that you know that I know that you show Something is tearing up your mind. Tell me, momma, Tell me, momma, Tell me, momma, what is it? What's wrong with you this time? Ohh, we bone the editor, can't get read But his painted sled, instead it's a bed Yes, I see you on your window ledge But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge And, anyway, you're just gonna make people jump and roar Whatcha wanna go and do that for? For I know that you know that I know that you know Something is tearing up your mind. Ah, tell me, momma, Tell me, momma, Tell me, momma, what is it? What's wrong with you this time? |
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| 6:07 |
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I can't understand, she let go of my hand
And left me here facing the wall I'd sure like to know why she did go But I can't get close to her at all Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime She said she would never forget But now morning is clear, it's like I ain't here She acts like we never met It's all new to me, like some mystery It could even be like a myth But it's hard to think on that she's the same one That last night I was with From darkness, dreams are deserted Am I still dreamin' yet? I wish she'd unlock her voice once and talk 'Stead of acting like we never met If she ain't feelin' well, then why don't she tell 'Stead of turnin' her back to my face? Without any doubt she seems too far out For me to return to or chase Though her skirt it swayed as the guitar played Her mouth was watery and wet But now something has changed, for she ain't the same She just acts like we never have met If I didn't have to guess, I'd gladly confess To anything I might have tried If I was with her too long or I've done something wrong I wish she'd tell me what it is, I'll run and hide Though the night ran swirling and whirling I remember her whispering yet But evidently she don't, evidently she won't She just acts like we never have met I'm leavin' today, I'll be on my way Of this I can't say very much But if you want me to, I can be just like you And pretend that we never have touched And if anybody asks me, "Is it easy to forget?" I'll say, "It's easily done You just pick anyone And pretend that you never have met" |
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| 3:47 |
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Baby, let me follow you down
Baby, let me follow you down Well I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me follow you down Can I come home with you? Baby, can I come home with you? Well I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me come home with you Baby, let me follow you down Baby, let me follow you down Well I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me follow you down Yes, I'd do anything in this god almighty world If you just let me follow you down |
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| 6:50 |
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When you're lost in the rain in Juarez, when it's Easter time too
And your gravity falls and negativity don't pull you through Don't you put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry women there and they'll really make a mess outta you Now if you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot I cannot move, my fingers are all in a knot I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot And my best friend, my doctor won't even say what it is I've got Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloom She speaks good English and she invites you up into her room And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon And she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon Up on Housing Project Hill it's either fortune or fame You must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim If you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you came Because the cops don't need you and man, they expect the same Now all the authorities, they just stand around and boast How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms into leaving his post And picking up Angel, who just arrived here from the coast Who looked so fine at first, but left looking just like a ghost I started out on burgundy, but soon hit the harder stuff Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to bluff I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough |
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| 4:50 |
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Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin' like that Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, you look so pretty in it Honey, can I jump on it sometime? Yes, I just wanna see If it's really that expensive kind You know it balances on your head Just like a mattress balances On a bottle of wine Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, if you wanna see the sun rise Honey, I know where We'll go out and see it sometime We'll both just sit there and stare Me with my belt Wrapped around my head And you just sittin' there In your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, I asked the doctor if I could see you It's bad for your health, he said Yes, I disobeyed his orders I came to see you But I found him there instead You know, I don't mind him cheatin' on me But I sure wish he'd take that off his head Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat Well, I see you got a new boyfriend You know, I never seen him before Well, I saw him Makin' love to you You forgot to close the garage door You might think he loves you for your money But I know what he really loves you for It's your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat |
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| 4:22 |
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Down the street the dogs are barkin' and the day is gettin' dark
As the night comes in a-fallin' the dogs will lose their bark And the silent night will shatter from the sounds inside my mind For I'm one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind From the crossroads of my doorstep, my eyes, they start to fade As I turn my head back to the room where my love and I have laid And I gaze back to the street, the sidewalk, and the sign And I'm one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind It's a restless hungry feeling that don't mean no one no good When everything I'm a-sayin', you can say it just as good You're right from your side, I am right from mine We're both just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind |
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| 7:55 |
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You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, “Who is that man?” You try so hard But you don’t understand Just what you’ll say When you get home Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You raise up your head And you ask, “Is this where it is?” And somebody points to you and says “It’s his” And you say, “What’s mine?” And somebody else says, “Where what is?” And you say, “Oh my God Am I here all alone?” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, “How does it feel To be such a freak?” And you say, “Impossible” As he hands you a bone Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations You’ve been with the professors And they’ve all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You’ve been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books You’re very well read It’s well known Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, “Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word “NOW” And you say, “For what reason?” And he says, “How?” And you say, “What does this mean?” And he screams back, “You’re a cow Give me some milk Or else go home” Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin’ around You should be made To wear earphones Because something is happening here But you don’t know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? |
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| 8:02 |
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was a-hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging your next meal How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Ah, you've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street And now you're gonna have to get used to it You say you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say, "Do you want to make a deal?" How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home A complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Ah, you never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal? How does it feel How does it feel To have on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Ah, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all precious gifts, but you'd better take your diamond ring You'd better pawn it, babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you ain't got nothin', you got nothin' to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal How does it feel Ah, how does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? |
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