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6. Highway 61 Revisited
11 Outlined Epitaphs
1. Like a Rolling Stone by Bob Dylan
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 hangin' out,
But now you don't talk so loud, Now you don't seem so proud,
About havin' to be scroungin' your next meal.
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be on your own. With no direction home.
A complete unknown. Like a rollin' stone.
You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lovely,
But you know you only used to get juiced in it.
You never had to live out on the street,
But now you're gonna have to get used to it.
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulders 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.
You never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you.
Never understood that it ain't no good.
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.
You said 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 he says, "Do you want to make a deal?"
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made.
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts,
You'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe.
You used to be so amused
At Napolean in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now he calls you you can't refuse
When you got nothin' you got nothin' to lose
You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal.
2. Tombstone Blues
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
the reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
a bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
at the head of the chamber of commerce
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans "I've just been made"
then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
and says "My advice is to not let the boys in"
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison"
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
Well John the Baptist after torturing a thief
looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
saying "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
and dropping a barbell he points to the sky
saying "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken"
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
then sends them out to the jungle
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
with a fantastic collection of stamps
to win friends and influence his uncle
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
at Delilah who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin for food
I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped the bedroll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college
I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge. . . .
3. It Takes a Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry
Well I ride on a mailtrain baby, can't buy a thrill
Well I been up all night baby leanin' on the windowsill
Well if I die on top of the hill
and if I don't make it, you know my baby will
Don't the moon look good mama, shining through the trees
Don't the breakmen look good mama, flaggin' down the "Double-E"
Don't the sun look good goin' down over the sea
but don't my gal look fine when she's coming after me
Now the wintertime is coming, the windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody but I could not get across
Well I wanna be your lover baby, I don't wanna be your boss
Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost.
4. From a Buick 6
I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kids
but my soulful mama you know she keeps me hid
She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread
Well if I go down diein' you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed
Well when the pipeline gets broken and I'm lost on the river bridge
I'm all cracked up on the highway and in the water's edge
And then she comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with a thread
Well if I go down diein' you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed
Well she don't make me nervous, she don't talk too much
She walks like Bo Diddley and she don't need no crutch
She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead
Well if I go down dyin' you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed
Well you know I need a steam-shovel mama to keep away the dead
I need a dump truck baby to unload my head
She brings me everything and more and just like I said
Well if I go down dyin' you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed
5. Ballad of a Thin Man
Bob Dylan
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 just don't understand
Just what you will say when you get home
Because something is happening here
And 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 "its his"
And you say "what's mine?" and somebody else says "well WHAT is"
And you say "oh my god - am i here all alone?"
But something is happening here
And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones
You hand in you ticket and you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you when he hears you speak
Saying "how does it feel to be such a freak?"
And you say "impossible" as he hands you a bone
And 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 all give a check to tax-deductable charity organizations
You've been with the professors, and they all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks
You've read all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read, its well known
But something is happening here
And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones
Well, the swordswallower comes up to you and then he kneels
He crosses himself and 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"
And you know something is happening
But you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones
Now you see this one-eyed midget saying 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!"
And you KNOW something's happening here
But you dont 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 oughtta be a law against you coming around
You should be made to wear earphones
Cause something is happening here
And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones?
6. Queen Jane Approximately
When your mother sends back all your invitations
and your father to your sister he explains
that you're tired of yourself and all of your creations
Won't you come see me Queen Jane, won't you come see me Queen Jane
Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have leant you
and the smell of their roses does not remain
and all of your children start to resent you
Won't you come see me Queen Jane, won't you come see me Queen Jane
Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned
have died in battle or in vain
and you're sick of all this repetition
Won't you come see me Queen Jane, won't you come see me Queen Jane
When all of your advisers heave their plastic
at your feet to convince you of your pain
trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic
Won't you come see me Queen Jane, won't you come see me Queen Jane
Now when all of the bandits you turn your other cheek to
all lay down their bandanas and complain
and you want somebody you don't have to speak to
Won't you come see me Queen Jane, won't you come see me Queen Jane
7. Highway 61 Revisited
Oh God said to Abraham "kill me a son"
Abe said "man you must be puttin me on"
God said "no", Abe said "what"
God say "you can do what you want Abe but
the next time you see me comin you better run"
Well Abe said "where d'you want this killin done"
God said "out on Highway 61"
Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose
welfare department wouldn't give him no clothes
They asked poor Howard where can I go
Howard said "there's only one place I know"
Sam said "tell me quick man I got to run"
Oh Howard just pointed with his gun
and said "that way down Highway 61"
Well Mack the finger said to Louie the king
"I got 40 red white and blue shoestrings
and a thousand telephone that don't ring.
Do you know where I can get rid of these things?"
and Louie the king said "let me think for a minute son"
Then he said "yes I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61"
Now the 5th daughter on the 12th night
told the first father that things weren't right
"my complexion", she says, "is much too white"
He said "come here and step into the light"
He said "hmm you're right let me tell the 2nd mother this has been done"
But the 2nd mother was with the 7th son
and they were both out on Highway 61
Now the roving gambler he was very bored
trying to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said "I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes, I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
and have it on Highway 61"
8. Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Eastertime too
and your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there and they really make a mess out of 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
Now I started out on burgandy 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
9. Desolation Row
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 thats left
After the ambulences go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
the fortunetelling 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 A
nd though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking I
nto 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 when 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 cynanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles
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
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding 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 girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"
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 shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. 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
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 mention
Yes, I know them, they're 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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