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  • WOW! Dazzling song, that is. Is it apart of a greater album, or is it just a single cut?

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    • Originally posted by Stones! View Post
      WOW! Dazzling song, that is. Is it apart of a greater album, or is it just a single cut?
      Crowell's own recording is what went on the OST CD, IIRC. I'm not a fan of Crowell as a performer and I don't think his version is anywhere near as good. On the other hand, I didn't really rate River's own band (Aleka's Attic) or his own songwriting, but the kid has some soul in his voice there.

      So you can only find River's interpretation in the film, I think one other take not used in the movie has escaped to the internet, though...I'll upload it in a sec, I have the archive handy.









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      • Re: Dylan - 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 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
        Then 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 pennywhistles
        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 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



        A potent example of Dylan's poetical prowess, soulful voice and visionary rock 'n' roll. The finest Dylan song I've heard through 20 or so albums.

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        • On close listening, it's the same take as from the movie, just a muddier rip and in 32kbps (which made it sound like a different, more soulful performance to my warped ears),



          So here's the clearer rip in 128,

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          • TRGB



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            • I've been listening to songs all night on Pandora, but right now Undone "The Sweater Song" By Weezer is playing.

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              • Originally posted by Stones! View Post
                Re: Dylan - 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 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
                Then 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 pennywhistles
                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 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



                A potent example of Dylan's poetical prowess, soulful voice and visionary rock 'n' roll. The finest Dylan song I've heard through 20 or so albums.
                It's really imcomparable.

                Have you seen Don't Look Back yet? Now you're 'in', I think you'd dig it.

                Bobby would just sit at the typewriter and tap reams of that stuff out, then put it in songs.

                There's a great scene of Bob at the typewriter, when Baez comes over singing 'Love Is Just A Four Letter Word' (she's kind of vying for his attention and failing to really get it for the entire movie, LMAO) and Bob can't even remember he wrote the song,






                The scene with Donovan is priceless, too,

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                • Originally posted by Stones! View Post
                  TRGB



                  Yesbraaaaaaaaaaav.








                  Currently,

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                  • I'll watch it today;


                    at the comments on this;

                    http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/3908...mentary_DVDrip

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                    • I'm taking a risk, but I guess it's the real one.

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