Greetings And Felicitations: Bob Dylan Tribute EP

Subterranean Homesick Blues

Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine

I'm on the pavement thinking about the government

The man in a trench coat badge out, laid off

Says he's got a bad cough wants to get it paid off

Look out, kid it's something you did God knows when but you're doing it again

You better duck down the alleyway looking for a new friend

A man in a coonskin cap in a pig pen wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten.

Maggie comes fleet foot face full of black soot

Talking that the heat put plants in the bed but

The phone's tapped anyway Maggie says that many say

They must bust in early May orders from the DA

Look out, kid don't matter what you did walk on your tiptoes

Don't tie no bows better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose

Keep a clean nose watch the plainclothes

You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

Get sick, get well hang around an ink well

Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is gonna sell

Try hard, get barred get back, write Braille

Get jailed, jump bail join the army, if you fail

Look out kid you're gonna get hit by losers, cheaters

Six-time users hanging around the theaters

Girl by the whirlpool is looking for a new fool

Don't follow leaders watch the parking meters.

Get born, keep warm short pants, romance, learn to dance

Get dressed, get blessed try to be a success

Please her, please him, buy gifts don't steal, don't lift

Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift

Look out kid they keep it all hid better jump down a manhole

Light yourself a candle don't wear sandals try to avoid the scandals

Don't wanna be a bum you better chew gum

The pump don't work because the vandals took the handles

Like A Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine you 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 kidding you

You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging 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 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's ever taught you how to live out on the street

And now 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 say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel to be on your own with no direction home

A complete unknown like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns

When they all 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 to be on your own with no direction home

A complete unknown like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people they're all drinking thinking that they got it made

Exchanging all precious gifts but you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd 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 nothing, you got nothing to lose you're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel to be on your own with no direction home

Like a complete unknown like a rolling stone?

Beyond Here Lies Nothing

Well, I love you pretty baby you're the only love I've ever known

Just as long as you stay with me the whole world is my throne

Beyond here lies nothing nothing we can call our own

Well, I'm movin' after midnight down boulevards of broken cars

Don't know what I'd do without it without this love that we call ours

Beyond here lies nothing nothing but the moon and stars

Down every street there's a window and every window's made of glass

We'll keep on loving pretty baby for as long as love will last

Beyond here lies nothing but the mountains of the past

Well, my ship is in the harbor and the sails are spread

Listen to me, pretty baby lay your hand upon my head

Beyond here lies nothing nothing done and nothing' said

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 tightrope 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'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 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.

Ophelia, she's underneath 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 drainpipes and reciting the alphabet

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 ARE 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 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 getting ready for the feast

The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest

They are 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.

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

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.

I received your letter yesterday about the time the door knob broke

When you asked me how I was doing or was that some kind of joke?

All these people that you mention 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.

Blowing In The Wind

How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?

And how many times must the cannonballs fly before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind

And how many years can a mountain exist before it's washed to the sea?

And how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free?

And how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind

And how many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?

And how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?

And how many deaths will it take until he knows that too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind

Ugliest Girl In The World

Well the woman that I love she got a hook in her nose

Her eyebrows meet she wears second hand clothes

She speaks with a stutter and she walks with a hop

I don't know why I love her but I just can't stop.