Request: LYRICS/AUTHOR=BOB DYLAN Author: Bob Dylan Album title: t Highway 61 Revisited Like A Rolling Stone Once upon a time you dressed so fine threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd 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 Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal How does it feel, How does it feel To be without a home, like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it 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 ask him do you want to make a deal? How does it feel, How does it feel To be on your own, with no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and 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 be on your own, with no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin' thinkin that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you 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 nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal How does it feel, How does it feel To be on your own, with no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? 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 gravs 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 Ma rainey and Beethoven, once all wrapped up ... The tuba players practicing round the flag pole And the national bank and prophets sell road maps for the soul .... Now I wish I could write you a melody so vain That could hold you, dear lady, from going insane That could cool you and ease you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge. 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. 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 Ballad of a Thin Man 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 will say when you get home because something is happening here but you don't know what it is do you, Mr. 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 "well what is?" and you say "Oh my god am I here all alone?" but something is happening and you don't know what it is do you, Mr. Jones? You hand in your ticket and you go watch the geek who immediatly 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 and something is happening here but you don't know what it is do you, Mr. 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-deductible charity organizations Ah 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 But something is happening here and you don't know what it is do you, Mr. 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" And you know something is happening but you don't know what it is do you, Mr. 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" And you know something's happening but you don't know what it is do you, Mr. 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 coming around You should be made to wear earphones Cause something is happening and you don't know what it is do you, Mr. Jones? Whoooaaaooooh 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 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 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 wanna 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" 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 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 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 Your request matches 1 albums and 9 songs.