In the New Oxford Companion to Music, Gammond described "Desolation Row" as an example of Dylan's work that achieved a "high level of poetical lyricism."
In an interview with USA Today on September 10, 2001, the day before the release of his album Love and Theft, Dylan claimed that the song "is a minstrel song through and through. I saw some ragtag minstrel show in blackface at the carnivals when I was growing up, and it had an effect on me, just as much as seeing the lady with four legs."
It has been suggested that the title is a reference to Jack Kerouac's novel Desolation Angels and John Steinbeck's Cannery Row. Suggestions over the exact "location" of "Desolation Row" include Dylan's response to an interviewer on a television press conference on December 3, 1965 that it was "someplace in Mexico" and Al Kooper's (who played organ and piano on the album) assertion it was New York City's Eighth Avenue.
Many suggestions have been made as to the different inspirations for the song's lyrics, including the Duluth lynchings ("They're selling postcards of the hanging... The circus is in town") and T. S. Eliot's poem The Waste Land
Desolation Row is a counter-culture destination, though more a state of mind than an actual place. The name probably comes from combining Jack Kerouac's novel Desolation Angels and John Steinbeck's Cannery Row.[citation needed]. Kerouac spent the summer of 1956 as a fire lookout on Desolation Peak, and wrote The Dharma Bums and Desolation Angels from his life transforming experiences on the peak. It has also been suggested that T.S. Eliot's poem The Waste Land was an influence on Desolation Row. Musician Al Kooper asserts Desolation Row is in Greenwich Village in New York City, based on personal contact with Dylan.
Italian singer-songwriter Fabrizio de André wrote "Via della Povertà", an Italian translation of "Desolation Row", and included it in his 1974 album Canzoni. In Norway, Åge Aleksandersen recorded his version called "Nederst på Karl Johan" (on Fredløs: Dylan på norsk, 1997).
According to the Grateful Dead website, the Dead have performed a cover version of "Desolation Row" since the mid-1980s. The song is included on their 2002 release Postcards of the Hanging, which features a recording from March 24, 1990, at the Knickerbocker Arena in Albany, New York. The song was frequently included in Dead set lists and is often abbreviated as "D-Row."
Chris Smither recorded the song on his 2003 album Train Home with Bonnie Raitt providing backup on vocals and slide guitar.
Dan Tillberg made a Swedish cover version called "Hopplöshetens gränd" on the "Kärlek minus noll" ("Love Minus Zero") cover album.
My Chemical Romance created a punk rock cover of "Desolation Row", for the 2009 soundtrack of Watchmen. The song peaked at #20 on Billboard's Modern Rock Tracks in March, 2009. The first chapter of Watchmen ("At Midnight All the Agents") is also named in one of the lines of the song, which also includes a quote from the lyrics at the chapter's end.
Edit: The acoustic guitar on Desolation Row is actually played by Chicago born blues guitarist Mike Bloomfield.
09-Desolation Row
Bob Dylan Lyrics
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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
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 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
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 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 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 girls
"Get outta 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
The song "Desolation Row" by Bob Dylan features a series of unlikely but vivid characters and settings. The lyrics depict a world that is macabre and dystopian, in which disturbing and surreal scenarios play out. Throughout the song, Dylan manages to convey a sense of unease, disorientation and a loss of identity. The sense of despair is palpable.
The opening lines of the song introduce us to people selling postcards of a hanging, painting passports brown, filling beauty parlors with sailors, while the circus is in town also the blind commissioner is in a trance. We soon hear about Cinderella and Romeo, and how they appear in the wrong place, while everyone else is making love, expecting rain, or dressing up for the carnival on Desolation Row. The song continues to describe a narrative in which the stars are beginning to hide, and the fortune telling lady has put all her things away. Yet, we spot Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame.
The song is a commentary on a society that seems sinister, paranoid, and chaotic. Each character represents a different aspect of how social norms have broken down, leaving only a sense of despair and dislocation. Dylan's lyrics describe a place of broken dreams, empty relationships, and lost values. It is an artistic representation of the death of the American dream and the disillusionment of a generation.
Line by Line Meaning
They're selling postcards of the hanging
People are selling postcards of the execution on the street
They're painting the passports brown
Someone is changing the passports' color to brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
Lots of sailors are inside the salon
The circus is in town
The circus has come to town
Here comes the blind commissioner
A commissioner that is blind is coming
They've got him in a trance
They are holding him frozen
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
One of his hands is tied to the tightrope walker
The other is in his pants
He has one hand in his pants
And the riot squad, they're restless
The riot squad is uneasy
They need somewhere to go
The riot squad wants to move to another place
As lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row
We are looking at the scene from Desolation Row with a woman
Cinderella, she seems so easy
Cinderella appears to be simple
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
She says 'it takes one to know one' and smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style
She puts her hands in her back pockets like Bette Davis did
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
Romeo comes in making noise
"You Belong to me, I believe"
He says 'You belong to me, I believe'
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place
Someone tells him he is in the wrong place
My friend, you better leave"
He is adviced to leave
And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go
The only sound heard after the ambulances have left
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row
Cinderella is sweeping on Desolation row
Now the moon is almost hidden
The moon is about to disappear
The stars are beginning to hide
The stars are hiding
The fortune telling lady
The woman who reads the future
Has even taken all her things inside
Closed her shop and packed her belongings
All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame
Except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame, she took everything
Everybody is making love or else expecting rain
The people are either making love or anticipating the rain
And the good Samaritan, he's dressing
The good Samaritan is getting ready
He's getting ready for the show
He is preparing for the event
He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
He is heading to the carnival at Desolation Row tonight
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
Ophelia is standing below the window
For her I feel so afraid
I am concerned for her
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
She is already 22 years old and still unmarried
To her, death is quite romantic, she wears an iron vest
She thinks death is romantic and wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
Her profession is her belief, and her dullness is her wrongdoing
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
Even though she is watching a great rainbow like Noah's
She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row
She is studying the scene on Desolation Row secretly
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
Einstein appearing as Robin Hood in disguise
With his memories in a trunk
Carrying his thoughts in his suitcase
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
An hour ago, he passed here with his jealous monk friend
He looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
He looked terribly good as he smoked a cigarette
As he went off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
He was smelling drain pipes and reciting the alphabet as he walked away
Now you would not think to look at him
You could not imagine by looking at him
But he was famous long ago
He used to be famous a long time ago
For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row
For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row, he became famous
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
Dr. Filth keeps his world inside a container made of leather
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up
But his sexless patients are attempting to destroy it
Now his nurse, some local loser
His nurse, who is a loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
She manages the cyanide container
And she also keeps the cards that read
She also manages the cards that say
"Have mercy on his soul"
"Show mercy to his spirit"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
Everyone plays a penny whistle, and it can be heard from afar
If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row
If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row, you can hear them playing
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They have hung curtains across the street
They're getting ready for the feast
They are preparing for the banquet
The Phantom of the Opera, a perfect image of a priest
The Phantom of the Opera looks exactly like a priest
They're spoon-feeding Casanova
Casanova is being spoon-fed
To get him to feel more assured
To make him feel more confident
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
Then they'll destroy him with his own overconfidence
After poisoning him with words
After poisoning him with false flattery
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
The Phantom is shouting at skinny girls
"Get outta here if you don't know
"Leave if you don't belong here
Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"
Casanova is being punished merely for being in Desolation Row
Now at midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew
At midnight, agents and superhuman team all come out
Come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
They round up people who are more knowledgeable than them
Then they bring them to the factory
They take them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
The heart-attack gadget
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is placed on their shoulders, and kerosene afterwards
Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go
Insurance people bring it from the castles
Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row
They check to make sure no one is fleeing to Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
Praise Nero's Neptune, Titanic starts its journey at sunrise
And everybody's shouting, "Which side are you on?"
Everyone is yelling, "Which side are you on?"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot fighting on the captain's deck
While calypso singers laugh at them
Calypso singers mock them
And fishermen hold flowers
Fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
Amidst the sea's windows where charming mermaids roam
And nobody has to think too much about Desolation row
Nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
I got your letter yesterday
About the time the doorknob broke
The letter was about the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing
When you inquired about my well-being
Was that some kind of joke?
Was that supposed to be funny?
All these people that you mention
All the people you mentioned
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
Yes, I know them well, they are quite boring
I had to rearrange their faces
I had to alter their looks
And give them all another name
And give them all different names
Right now, I can't read too good
At the moment, I cannot read very well
Don't send me no more letters, no
Do not send me any more letters
Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row
Unless you send them from Desolation Row
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AUDIAM, INC
Written by: Bob Dylan
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@tomdevlin9274
@@arthurdinucci
"And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row."
I lived through "The Troubles" in Belfast from the get go. Those lines bring me back to my student days & a particular individual.
We were young. We were angry. We were shit scared. Those twenty-one words sum up those nights. A portrait of a time and a place.
The riot squad were restless because they, too, were frightened, tired and dangerous.
Four lines from one song captured my world at that time.
No paint brush or canvas could ever replicate my life at that time. Dylan's words do.
Over the years he has captured my life again and again and again.
That's why he is important to me.
@richardwhitfill5253
I remember listening to this album over and over and over in my bedroom in 1966 when I 17 years old. I'm 70 now and I'm still listen ing. Thanks Bob. Richard in Dallas.
@kennethshort2016
May you listen for a thousand more years brother!
@kennethshort2016
That is so cool 😎 to hear you say that..may you have many more!
@m10s13h49
1'm 72. we all share the same the emotion and where we were at that time.The more things change, the more they stay the same.
@lkronquist
Exactly the same for me. Born in '49. Completely mesmerized by Dylan from 9th grade on, but it cooled off by the time I started college.
@dennisg.582
Me too. Same age, same sentiment
@tonyarmstrong5536
I absolutely love this song. I think it's in my top two hundred Dylan songs.
@tweetitweet9486
I would put it in my Top 10!
@bobux1987
😅😅😅 it is easily in the top 14 million songs of all time.
@whiteline4023
I mean unless you’re Anthony Fantano that’s kinda low😅