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Desolation Row 1 Bob Dylan © 1965 Warner Bros. Music        renewed 1993 Special Rider Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

4 Aug 1965, take 5 HIGHWAY 61 REVISITED

Highway 61 Revisited session 5, Columbia Studio A - 4.aug.1965, take 5 They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor's 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 an' i look out tonight from desolation row. Cinderella, she seems so easy, it takes one to know when she smiles An' puts her hands in her back pockets, Betty Davies' style Then in comes Romeo he's moanin', "You belong to me i believe" An' 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 teller lady has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain an' Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is makin' love or else expectin' rain And the good samaritan he's dressing, he's gettin' 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 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. 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 drain pipes an' reciting the alphabet You would not think to look at him but he was famous long ago For playing electric violin on desolation row. Doctor Filth he keeps his world inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients they're tryin' to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole An' 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 gettin' ready for the feast The phantom of the opera in a perfect image of a priest They' are spoonfeeeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured Then they kill him with self confidence after poisoning him with words An the phantom's shoutin' to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know Casanova is just bein' punished for going to desolation row". At midnight all the agents and the super human crew Come out an' 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 Everybody's shoutin', "Which side are you on?" An' Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliott fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them an' fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow An' 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 mentionned, yes i know them they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces an' 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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Desolation Row 2

30 July 1965, take 1 NO DIRECTION HOME The Soundtrack:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 7 HIGHWAY 61 REVISTED AGAIN     (cd bootleg T-174) THE LONESOME SPARROW SINGS     (cd bootleg T-349) GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES     (cd bootleg T-393)

Highway 61 Revisited session 3, Columbia Studio A - 29.jul.1965, take 1 They're sellin' postcards of the hangin', they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor's filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand's tied to the tight rope walker, the other's nailed is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go As lady an' i look out tonight from desolation row. Cinderella, she seems so easy, it takes one to know when she smiles An' puts her hands in her back pockets, Betty Davies' style Then someone comes in screaming, "You belong to me i believe" An' someone says, "I'm sorry my friend, but i'm afraid 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 they pretend to hide The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain an' Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is a-makin' love or else expectin' rain And the good samaritan's dressin', 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 twentieth birthday, she already is an old maid To her death is quite romantic, she wears an iron vest Her profession is her religion, her sin is her lifelessness And though she always looks upon Noah's rainbow She spends her time peeking into desolation row. Einstein disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in his trunk Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk He looked so immaculate as he bummed a cigarette Then he wen' off sniffin' drain pipes an' recitin' 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. Doctor Filth he keeps his world inside of his leather cup But all his sexless patients they're plannin' to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole She's also in charge of 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 closed the curtains, they're gettin' ready for the feast The phantom of the opera, a perfect image of a priest Now he's spoonfeeeding Casanova, the boiled guts of birds Then he'll torture him with self confidence and poison him with words And the phantom shouts to skinny girls, "Get out if you don't know Casanova's just bein' punished for going to desolation row". Now at midnight all the agents and the super human crew Come out an' round up everybody that knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory and the heart attack machine Is strapped across their bossoms 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 An' everybody's shoutin', "Which side are you on?" An' Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliott fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them an' fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow An' nobody ever thinks too much about desolation row. Now i got your letter yesterday about the time the doorknob broke When you asked how i was doing, was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mentionned, yes i know them they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces an' give them all another name Right now i don't feel so good, i don't want your letters no more, no Unless of course you mail them from desolation row.

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Desolation Row 3

2 Aug 1965, take 5 remake THE CUTTING EDGE:    THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12    / 1965-1966 (DeLuxe Edition) #3

Highway 61 Revisited session 5, Columbia Studio A - 2.aug.1965 They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor's 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 an' i look out tonight from desolation row. Cinderella, she seems so easy, it takes one to know when she smiles An' puts her hands in her back pocket, Betty Davies' style Then here comes Romeo moanin', "You belong to me i believe" An' someone turns an' says to him, "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 they begin to hide Even the fortune telling lady has taken all her things inside All except for Cain an' Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody else 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 on desolation row. Ophelia she's neath the window, for her i feel 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 is her religion, her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's 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 He looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette Then he wen' off sniffin' drain pipes an' reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him but he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin upon desolation row. Doctor Filth he keeps his world inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients they are tryin' to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole She also keeps the cards that read, "Have mercy on his soul" They all play the penny whistle, you can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough from desolation row. Across the street they have nailed the curtains, they are getting ready for the feast The phantom of the opera in a perfect image of a priest He is spoonfeeeding Casanova, the guts of birds Then he'll flock him with self confidence and poison him with words And the phantom shouts to skinny girls, "Get out here if you don't know Casanova is just being punished for going to desolation row". Now at midnight all the agents and the super human crew Come out an' round up everybody that knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory and 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 Everybody is shouting, "Which side are you on?" An' Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliott fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them an' fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow An' nobody ever has to think too much about desolation row. I received your letter yesterday about the time that the doorknob broke When you asked how i was doing, is that some kind of a joke? Yes all these people that you mentionned, i know them, they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces an' give them all another name Right now i 'm just walkin' by himself, don't write me no more letters, no Unless of course you mail them from desolation row.

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Desolation Row 4

4 Aug 1965 THE CUTTING EDGE:    THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12    / 1965-1966 (DeLuxe Edition) #1 4 Aug 1965 THE CUTTING EDGE:    THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12    / 1965-1966 (DeLuxe Edition) #2

Highway 61 Revisited session 7, Columbia Studio A - 4.aug.1965, take 1 Highway 61 Revisited session 7, Columbia Studio A - 4.aug.1965, take 2, piano demo They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor's 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 an' i look out tonight from desolation row. Cinderella, she seems so easy, it takes one to know when she smiles Puts her hands in her back pocket, Betty Davies' style Then in comes Romeo he's moaning, "You belong to me i believe" An' someone turns an' says to him, "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 an' Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody else is makin' 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 twenty-second birthday, she already is an old maid Now to her, death is quite romantic, she wears an iron vest Her profession is 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 immaculate as he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drain pipes an' reciting the alphabet You would not think to look at him but he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin upon desolation row. Doctor Filth he keeps his world inside of a leather cup An' all his sexless patients they're tryin' to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole 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 gettin' ready for the feast A phantom of the opera in a perfect image of a priest He is spoonfeeeding Casanova, boiled guts of birds He will kill him with self confidence after poisoning him with words And the phantom is shouting to skinny girls, "Get out here if you don't know Casanova is just being punished for going to desolation row". Now at midnight all the agents and the super human crew Come out an' round up everyone that knows more than they do Then they take them to the factory and 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 no one is escaping to desolation row. Now praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn Everybody is shouting, "Which side are you on?" An' Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliott they're fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them an' fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow An' nobody has to think too much about desolation row. I received your letter yesterday about the time the doorknob broke When you asked how i was doing, was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mentionned, yes i know them they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces an' give them all another name Right now my head is breaking, don't send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them from desolation row.

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Desolation Row 5

April-May 1966 THE 1966 LIVE RECORDINGS     [36 cd box] 13 Apr 1966 LIVE 1962-1966 Rare Performances     From The Copyright Collections 17 May 1966 The "Royal Albert Hall" Concert:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 4 LIVE 1966 26 May 1966 THE REAL ROYAL ALBERT HALL 1966     CONCERT!

1966 World Tour - April-May 1966 Westchester County Center, White Plains, NY USA - 5.feb.1966 Syria Mosque, Pittsburgh, PA USA - 6.feb.1966 Island Garden, Hempstead, NY USA - 26.feb.1966 Stadium, Sydney, Australia - 13.apr.1966 Festival hall, Melbourne, Australia - 19.apr.1966 Festival hall, Melbourne, Australia - 20.apr.1966 Konserthuset, Stockholm, Sweden - 29.apr.1966 Adelphi Theatre, Dublin, Ireland - 5.may.1966 ABC, Belfast, Ireland - 6.may.1966 Colston hall, Bristol, England - 10.may.1966 Odeon Theatre, Birmingham, England - 12.may.1966 incomplete Odeon Theatre, Liverpool, England - 14.may.1966 Free Trade Hall, Manchester England - 17.may.1966 Odeon Theatre, Glasgow, Scotland - 19.may.1966 ABC Theatre, Edinburgh, Scotland - 20.may.1966 Odeon Theatre, Newcastle, England - 21.may.1966 Olympia, Paris, France - 24.may.1966, incomplete Royal Albert Hall, London England - 26.may.1966 Royal Albert Hall, London England - 27.may.1966 They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor's 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 an' i look out tonight from desolation row. Cinderella, she seems so easy, it takes one to know when she smiles An' puts her hands in her back pockets, Betty Davies' style Then in comes Romeo he's moanin', "You belong to me i believe" An' 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 teller lady has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain an' Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is makin' love or else expectin' rain And the good samaritan he's dressing, he's gettin' 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 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. 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 drain pipes an' reciting the alphabet You would not think to look at him but he was famous long ago For playing electric violin on desolation row. Doctor Filth he keeps his world inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients they're tryin' to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole An' 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 gettin' ready for the feast The phantom of the opera in a perfect image of a priest They' are spoonfeeeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured Then they kill him with self confidence after poisoning him with words An the phantom shoutin' to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know Casanova is just bein' punished for going to desolation row". At midnight all the agents and the super human crew Come out an' 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 Everybody's shoutin', "Which side are you on?" An' Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliott fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them an' fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow An' 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 mentionned, yes i know them they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces an' 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.