Dirge
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road.
The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel,
I hate myself for lovin' you and I'm glad the curtain fell.

I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within,
That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.

Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped,
Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped.
Like a slave in orbit, he's beaten 'til he's tame,
All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame.

There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them,
In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem.
The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet,
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.

Can't recall a useful thing you ever did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees.
We stared into each other's eyes 'til one of us would break,
No use to apologize, what diff'rence would it make?

So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine,
The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.




Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at,
I hate myself for lovin' you, but I should get over that.

Overall Meaning

The Bob Dylan song 'Dirge' features lyrics that express the complicated emotions of a failed relationship. The singer expresses guilt and self-loathing for loving someone who is ultimately destructive to them. The metaphor of 'Suicide Road' is used to describe the relationship, suggesting that it was a path to self-destruction. Dylan paints a picture of the stage being set and the lights being turned off, implying that the relationship was a performance that ultimately came to an end. The singer hates that they played a 'foolish game' and were merciful to each other. This suggests the relationship was built on false pretenses and that the singer never truly understood the other person.


Dylan uses vivid imagery to describe the aftermath of the relationship. 'Lower Broadway' is where the singer experiences a sense of emptiness and despair, where 'martyrs weep and angels play with sin'. The line 'Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped' suggests that the singer has been influenced by their ex-partner's activism, perhaps finding themselves disillusioned by the failed relationship as well as the state of the world. The final verse brings the song full circle as the singer reflects on their experiences and recognizes that they need to let go of the past in order to move forward.


Line by Line Meaning

I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed
I resent myself for succumbing to my feelings for you and revealing my vulnerability in the process.


You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road.
You were merely a fleeting image of temporary pleasure on a journey to self-destruction.


The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel,
The moment had arrived and the surroundings were dark and ominous like an abandoned establishment.


I hate myself for lovin' you and I'm glad the curtain fell.
I regret giving in to my desires, but I'm relieved that the performance is over.


I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
I deeply despise the foolish and trivial pastime we engaged in and the desperation that I displayed.


And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
It's surprising and unexpected that you showed me any kindness or leniency in your treatment of me.


I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within,
As I walked the streets of the city, I sensed a place of despair within myself.


That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.
It's a dark and empty space where those who suffer and those who indulge in wrongdoing intersect.


Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped,
I listened to your compositions about liberation, but they only expose mankind's vulnerability.


Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped.
People continue to make foolish decisions despite the pain and suffering they endure as a result.


Like a slave in orbit, he's beaten 'til he's tame,
People are trapped in a cycle of abuse and oppression, leading them to submission in their behavior.


All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame.
They sacrifice everything for a fleeting sense of achievement, and it's a shameful and disgraceful tragedy.


There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them,
Some people cherish their isolation, but I personally don't find comfort in it.


In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem.
In a world where everything is synthetic and superficial, I'm searching for something authentic and genuine.


The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet,
Despite attempts to predict the future, I'm still unclear about what lies ahead.


I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
I've suffered the consequences of being alone, but now I feel liberated from any obligations or debts to anyone else.


Can't recall a useful thing you ever did for me
I can't remember any beneficial or productive actions you took on my behalf.


'Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees.
The only thing I can recall is you offering me a consolatory gesture of encouragement when I was at my lowest point.


We stared into each other's eyes 'til one of us would break,
We engaged in a staring contest of confrontation, waiting for the other to give in or concede defeat.


No use to apologize, what diff'rence would it make?
An apology would be meaningless and ineffectual, as it would not change the situation or the past.


So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine,
Go ahead and celebrate the advancements of society and the inevitable demise that follows them.


The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
Despite a society that embraces sensuality and honesty, actual truth is still forbidden and shrouded in secrecy.


Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at,
Fortune is on my side and will disclose my whereabouts to you.


I hate myself for lovin' you, but I should get over that.
As much as I regret my feelings for you, it's time for me to move on and overcome them.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BOB DYLAN

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Juan Camacho

I hate myself for lovin’ you and the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel
I hate myself for lovin’ you and I’m glad the curtain fell

I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within
That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin
🎵🎶🎵🎶
Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped
Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped
Like a slave in orbit, he’s beaten ’til he’s tame
All for a moment’s glory and it’s a dirty, rotten shame

There are those who worship loneliness, I’m not one of them
In this age of fiberglass I’m searching for a gem
The crystal ball up on the wall hasn’t shown me nothing yet
I’ve paid the price of solitude, but at last I’m out of debt
🎵🎶🎵🎶
Can’t recall a useful thing you ever did for me
’Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees
We stared into each other’s eyes ’til one of us would break
No use to apologize, what diff’rence would it make?

So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine
The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen
Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I’m at
I hate myself for lovin’ you, but I should get over that



Mehrdad Alavi

I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel
I hate myself for lovin' you and I'm glad the curtain fell
I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within
That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin
Instrumental
Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped
Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped
Like a slave in orbit, he's beaten 'til he's tame
All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame
Instrumental
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem
The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt
Instrumental
Can't recall a useful thing you ever did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees
We stared into each other's eyes 'til one of us would break
No use to apologize, what diff'rence would it make?
Instrumental
So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine
The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen
Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at
I hate myself for lovin' you, but I should get over that



All comments from YouTube:

Song Writer63

Dylan’s piano playing doesn’t get spoken about much but he did lots of his writing on piano and is an amazing player too.

Johan Sterk

One of my absolute favourite songs of all time. The lyrics are timeless, evocative, simply suberb. 'No use to apologize, what diff'rence would it make?'.

Andrew Hindley

Soon as I see that line I immediately sing it

BilisNegra

In stark contrast with some other kind of mellow songs in this album like Hazel, You Angel You, On A Night Like This... this one once again spills the blood on the tracks and brings back the goosebumps from the finest moments of the previous album

Thomas Hofheinz

following

Pa TENDO

Yes, the song, a death tango in hell, comes through so raw and vital.

padraigoconnor

You mean the next album.;) Great tune alright.

Colin Williams

It's just DYLAN on vocals and piano
and ROBBIE ROBERTSON on accustic guitar
...... simply amazing!!

Fred Fosdick

And they did it in one take. Robbie is playing an acoustic Martin D-28

Cheryl Familant

I really want Bob to live forever. There’ll be no new music once he dies!

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