With the first line in this song Mr.Dylan painted a picture in my mind that has stayed with me for forty years. This is what made him the greatest lyricist ever.
I’m 70 years old now and Bob. Dylan is still the best poet in the world. Live and love for Jesus Bob ♥️ I’ll see you in Heaven. Thank you for 60 years of beautiful music.
As a fresh-faced 15 year old kid in 1965 saw Bob Dylan in concert in Brisbane Australia. First half was Bob on stage acoustically doing all his folk ..Blowing in the Wind etc..Brilliant..Second half Bob opened with Like a Rolling Stone and did the Highway 61 album plus others..I think the backing band were The Band..not sure..I knew that night I witnessed something so special..a Genius..listen to Bob every day..Thank Robert Zimmerman
I met Bob about this time guitar player he had playin w/him at time remembered me from another show an pulled me up on stage /long story short Dylan has a ink pen with my name on it he said ' nobody ever gives me anything ' n put it n his pocket 😊❤🎶🎵🎶
‘All the people you mentioned.. I know them they are lame. I rearranged their faces and changed the name’ - greatest diagnostic line on the wandering majority ever written.
I can't even describe how this song makes me feel. Every emotion all at once, forced to the top of a psychotic reflection of a time that once was, and a future that could be. Every character if my life that's ever danced with me in quantum entanglement of reality and fiction. Notes from the audible music scale but lessons from the almighty creator himself. ...Cascading down through time and making a permeant mark on history like the footprints of forgotten souls in the of cement the eternal. Best song ever written period.
Every version of this is a new awakening, defining a new meaning of the song and the snapshot of your life when you first hear it. Like taking a fresh breath. Thanks for the upload!
Yes who thought desolation row an epic journey to the smoke rings of one's mind could be revitalised to produce a compelling rendition that holds you captive throughout it's entirety!? Only Dylan who in recent concerts was performing the most brilliant portrayal of"when I paint my masterpiece" in the world at the time! I suppose it's his song but I was absolutely stunned and very impressed by his ability to build up the tension until it burst forth into a stunning climax! Just fabulous Dylan it's hard to believe you're an octogenarian and could you possibly stay around for another 80 years because I just can't think of a replacement and another artist that suits the title of the world's greatest since Picasso! Boy is the earth in trouble when the encyclopedic mind of Dylan shuffles onto the next world what a gap will be LEFT seemingly unfilled it seems!
this man ... this zimmerman ... jow he likes to play this song, i can see that from his face and body language ... after all those years, it still is amazing ... yes, this song undoubtedly is my favorite one ... thanks for uploading this version !
I was honored by Bob I knew his guitar player from another show he saw me an motioned 4 me to climb up on stage Bob was so kind he signed my Bob Dylan book of drawings an let me sit on stage thru entire show when he offered me my ink pen back I said u keep it please he said thanks nobody ever gives me anything good it was nice pen with my name engraved on it that was bout 30 yrs ago I wonder if he ever used it I hope so ty Bob and I will treasure that night to my death
@@MrLtia1234 Having been there to watch it from the beginning, I disagree. The work they did with Mtv Unplugged back in the early 1990's was all about the music.
@@IHateThisHandleSystem uh, *unplugged* was about music. MTV was not. Everyone was complaining about MTV then and even before just as you are now. Obviouly if you were young during this particular era of it, it'll be your thing, but I cam assure you it was always anti-music. It's just that it used to feature some music and basically ruined everything.
Back in the early 70's I'm sure bf you could find the cities and ports filled with Sailors docked out and about on the streets I'm sure his account was honest pure and as always raw truth just completely told in a way you must really listen 🎶most ppl don't listen He's an amazing story teller Shakespeare in plain clothes ha
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'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 '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 Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette And he when 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'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 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 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 Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Bob Dylan
My father had also since 1948 bin working for the Constitution and also in the 40s had opened a petrol station with his buddy Charlie. It’s still there today. Still called the ⭐️ garage. Wish we owned it now and I wouldn’t have to look for work. And he also did something quite beautiful for his then unborn children. On 3/4/57 he bought 20 pounds of premium bonds. That was a lot of money then. I wracked my brains trying to figure out how these bonds, left in an envelope in his snooker room to be opened after he died, how did he get this money. Ok so he was doing three jobs but why in his married life did he not have to call upon them. Then I remembered. In 57 he won 100 pounds in a prestigious snooker or billiards competition as overall winner. The Jackie Rea Cup maybe or something else in NI. He must’ve put 20 away for the rainy day that never came. And now his five children have 4 pounds each. I’ll buy him some flowers, maybe some wild shamrock ☘️ for his grave. He also won a now very valuable snooker cue. Think it’s called a Burwat cue. Don’t think they make them anymore. From 57. My younger brother nicked that out of the house when he put him in care over five years ago. When he was in hospital with a broken hip. I played Lady Lazarus and got him back on his feet against the advice of the physios. It was easy. I just told him the nurses were having a party and did he want to go and sorry but I couldn’t push him in that big chair and would he ever just stand up and use the feckin Zimmerman frame. He got up all smiles. Never drank in his life but couldn’t stay away from parties and people and women… and of course reader, he married a nurse. And he didn’t have to go off to foreign lands to find her like his brothers did. He found her in his English class at the local tech when he was 15 years old and she 14. He recorded his account of their first date in the town hall in 47. She was wearing a beautiful white blouse and a dark green skirt and he went there early as he didn’t want her to arrive first and not know anyone (she wasn’t a townie but a country girl). I then found a photo he took of her that night. On a country lane standing by his car (the one he needed to open a garage for to keep in petrol). He obviously drove her home. It’s the youngest picture I have of her.
What's the deal with the Other Unplugged? Is this from a scrapped unplugged recording? I seem to remember hearing that they recorded a set for the show and then Bob decided he didn't like it so they rerecorded the entire thing on another day. Is this from the first show?
Didn’t end up in Birmingham til 2002. Seems to keep missing Bob by about five - seven years. Do think though I was in Athens with my best friend in the summer of 89. That might be when Bob n Van were singing Irish Rover and Bob seemed to Van’s frustration not to know the words. Would’ve had some great oul nights out drinking Retsina and eating Greek salads and calamari if we had’ve bumped into Bob n Van near the Acropolis or Piraeus. As it was I went to Samos on a 15 hour boat journey and read War and Peace there to avoid the tension brewing all day every day between my friend and her shite English drunken bf Bob. I got landed with having to share a room with her equally awful brother Spike, an injured ex fireman who kept waking me up and offering me Ouzo at 9 in the morning. Which of course I declined.
Just realised I have Grimms’ Fairy Tales with me. Seriously. Must go and have a read. Might send me back to sleep. Had two hot whiskies and found my lighter. Realise the witch Maggie must’ve taken some lovely organic pomegranate juice I was given on my birthday by a lovely guy Karl who was moving onto the farm the day after I left. God help Karl is all I can say. The only other thing I got were some very beautiful spring flowers from Maggie herself but I gave those to Louise at the first hotel. Nice woman. No nonsense, kind, caring, just like the young guy working there who bought me tobacco when I couldn’t find my own and wouldn’t accept any money for it. The world seems split between the very good and the very evil with little in between.
Eat yer heart out James Joyce. Streams of consciousness. I’m writing my autobiography it’s just that it’s scattered in the wild wind, or in so many places, not sure anyone could make it whole again. It’s not chronological of course. Like my hero BD. Just chronicles. My dad wrote for a paper called the Northern Constitution and its sister paper was The Coleraine Chronicle. Constitution now gone. Think Chronicle remains. I bet you’ve forgotten all the best things she said. I’ve no idea why I kept spelling Jameson’s which I got the night porter girl to get from my car, as Jamieson’s for days. My father worked in his father’s linen shirt factory it was James x and Son. Even though there were three other sons. But they were gone to England for work and to find wives and the youngest, my father stayed at home. Worked there with James til 57 when the factory closed and James retired. By then I suppose the NI linen trade was over, as other fabrics had taken over.
And then there’s Isis. And like my impossible to reconstitute autobiography. Am sure that in some version of the myth of Isis that Isis’ lover is shattered into so many pieces and she travels round the world trying to piece him back together but the only part she cannot find is the well, you know. Tragic really. Because as Beatrice might’ve said, what’s the bleedin point of a man if he doesn’t have one of those?
Still awful sick. Gonna try to get emergency doctor tomorrow. As away from home. Could do with more blankets too here. I need the weight on top of me. I’ll ask cool hand Luke tomorrow for more. In Much Ado About Nothing, Beatrice and her friend whose name escapes me, Hera? Fuck dunno, anyways, have some kind of joke about sleeping with a guy and one of them, probably witty Beatrice, says something comparing blankets to a man. That whoever, Hera maybe, needed more blankets so as to feel heavy for the weight of a man. I’d add further, I’d want the warmth of a man. Yeah the warmth at this precise moment might be more important than the well you know. Anyways, just called reception and said I was sick and cold so they’re going to bring me a man. No. Some blankets. Where’s mr fraud when you need him. Siggy is probably off playing guitar. Btw. Bob. Dylan. This version is very addictive. Thankin u kindly, Sir. X
Bought Maggie an acer tree for her 50th. She’s 65 in June. The tree is gorgeous. I told her I fuckin wanted to cut down the tree except I wasn’t going to kill a tree. I also left the rugby blasting from a TV upstairs and she hates rugby and would have to get off her lazy ass and go up and turn it off if she didn’t want to hear wales playing Italy really fucking loud. I’ve been giving away cake and biscuits ever since cos I’m in a hotel. Told her she could keep the roast potatoes and she could give my fancy sausages to Gilbert the 🐖 pig. But the best thing was I found the garnet ring my dad bought me in Cookstown when I was 21. That’s all I really needed. If I hadn’t found that I might’ve gone insane.
I always thought I was Cinderella. Not due to this song btw. But the fairytale. I thought I was Rapunzel too. And sometimes the sleeping beauty. And sometimes the beauty with the beast. Oh and princess and the pea. And Gretel. And little red riding hood. But Cinders because I had too very fuckin lazy spoiled sisters and my Ma and da expected me to do everything in the house. The girls’ jobs and the boys’ jobs too. The boys did nothing either. To help my mother cos she worked long hard hours as a nurse. Night shifts usually. So I ran the house and the others hated me for it but they still wouldn’t do anything. I hated them cos they did nothing. They complained about the food I made when my mum was at work. And when I said well you make dinner tomorrow, they somehow never did. But I didn’t get as far as thinking I’d be rescued by anyone. Just thought I’d rescue myself by leaving home, not live with anyone as that only meant for me some kind of slavery or servitude and has a lifelong fear of cooking for people because I always thought they’d criticise me, which they never did.
Advertisement half way through the song they're trying to blow it up?! I noticed if I listen to a song more than once they bombard it with desolation row propaganda all that is phoney,?
Ah here goes. The inimitable Kenny Rogers who for reasons I shall never understand paid money to disfigure himself. Hilarious that ole line about that crazy Asian war. Maybe any Americans listening could take heed and stay out of the current ole crazy European/Asian war. Biden with his motionless botoxed visage and brain, par example. What a guilt trip of a song. Had I been Ruby, I’d have taken my life to the town, the mines, the hills, the skies, etc. Especially with that ole gun threat hangin over my head.
No hook, no chorus, just amazing lyrics. A true poet
The chorus is musical Tex, not lyrical. I agree though. Can’t wait to perform it in June. Took me three weeks to memorise the lyrics.
So much happens in the background musically. It just blends so beautifully
With the first line in this song Mr.Dylan painted a picture in my mind that has stayed with me for forty years. This is what made him the greatest lyricist ever.
😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
Ll
Love it
The greatest force in music 🎶. Period. A gift from the creator.
yes
Holy shit amigo, high praise indeed.
I’m 70 years old now and Bob. Dylan is still the best poet in the world. Live and love for Jesus Bob ♥️ I’ll see you in Heaven. Thank you for 60 years of beautiful music.
@D C How do you know that?
💛☁
@@aquariusverus8770 How can you ask her that?
I've seen Bob 9 times and every time he blows me away I'm gonna miss him the last time I saw him was in Jacksonville
I was having an MRI. They gave me headphones and asked what music? Bob Dylan of course. SOOOO.. the first song that came on was Desolation Row!😎
Godspeed
Best version
so great, loving big
😎✨
As a Radiologist who does MRI since 35 years I tell you a very good choice!!! Greatings from Cologne
He upped the tempo and made it a classic never to be forgotten. The story changes every verse yet brings memory burn to me.
As a fresh-faced 15 year old kid in 1965 saw Bob Dylan in concert in Brisbane Australia. First half was Bob on stage acoustically doing all his folk ..Blowing in the Wind etc..Brilliant..Second half Bob opened with Like a Rolling Stone and did the Highway 61 album plus others..I think the backing band were The Band..not sure..I knew that night I witnessed something so special..a Genius..listen to Bob every day..Thank Robert Zimmerman
I met Bob about this time guitar player he had playin w/him at time remembered me from another show an pulled me up on stage /long story short Dylan has a ink pen with my name on it he said ' nobody ever gives me anything ' n put it n his pocket 😊❤🎶🎵🎶
we grew up with that wonderful stuff and it still keeps me 69 years old man rollin ....
‘All the people you mentioned.. I know them they are lame. I rearranged their faces and changed the name’ - greatest diagnostic line on the wandering majority ever written.
thank you
@@bigbictors2804 you earned it, all 7 billon familiar faces.
I can't even describe how this song makes me feel. Every emotion all at once, forced to the top of a psychotic reflection of a time that once was, and a future that could be. Every character if my life that's ever danced with me in quantum entanglement of reality and fiction. Notes from the audible music scale but lessons from the almighty creator himself. ...Cascading down through time and making a permeant mark on history like the footprints of forgotten souls in the of cement the eternal. Best song ever written period.
A prophète my friend he is
Everything living, is God-given. With Bob Dylan, the creation was topped with everything that pleases the senses and the mind.
This is one of my favorite songs of all time
"The riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go."
Bone-chilling
When was there ever calm a riot squad?
That "bopping" Hammond Organ in the background of this version played by Brendan O'Brien is so chilling!
So that's who it is? Thanks. I left a comment stating how much I dig that organ work.
This is an epic song!!!
Some early form up singing by the great Bob Dylan! Man, he can write a set of lyrics!!
Every version of this is a new awakening, defining a new meaning of the song and the snapshot of your life when you first hear it. Like taking a fresh breath. Thanks for the upload!
Brilliantly Put Sir.
This is magical to me ✨🌈 Bob Dylan 😎
Loved desolation row always have x KEITH J
Yes who thought desolation row an epic journey to the smoke rings of one's mind could be revitalised to produce a compelling rendition that holds you captive throughout it's entirety!? Only Dylan who in recent concerts was performing the most brilliant portrayal of"when I paint my masterpiece" in the world at the time! I suppose it's his song but I was absolutely stunned and very impressed by his ability to build up the tension until it burst forth into a stunning climax! Just fabulous Dylan it's hard to believe you're an octogenarian and could you possibly stay around for another 80 years because I just can't think of a replacement and another artist that suits the title of the world's greatest since Picasso! Boy is the earth in trouble when the encyclopedic mind of Dylan shuffles onto the next world what a gap will be LEFT seemingly unfilled it seems!
Had to listen again. Vocal here is perfect. He sounds like he’s very happy with himself. Like he knows this version is something else. X
They all play ontheir pennywhistles you can here them blow.. just greatness what a magnificent song!!
Eternal song by Sir!!! Timeless music...loving always!!!
this man ... this zimmerman ... jow he likes to play this song, i can see that from his face and body language ... after all those years, it still is amazing ... yes, this song undoubtedly is my favorite one ... thanks for uploading this version !
Bob Dylan for president.
Seeing you in the blackpool gig bob was the delight of a lifetime you just about brought the roof down
I come back to this version almost daily, that Hammond in the background is captivating. Thanks
I was honored by Bob I knew his guitar player from another show he saw me an motioned 4 me to climb up on stage Bob was so kind he signed my Bob Dylan book of drawings an let me sit on stage thru entire show when he offered me my ink pen back I said u keep it please he said thanks nobody ever gives me anything good it was nice pen with my name engraved on it that was bout 30 yrs ago I wonder if he ever used it I hope so ty Bob and I will treasure that night to my death
What a great perfomance of him. This is one of my loving song of him. It tell so about the truth of that wierd world
GRAND et UNIQUE Dylan!!
🎵⭐️🎶❤️
Who's that on the guitar? This version MUCH more joyous than the original. Which I love.....
John Jackson
Back when Mtv was actually associated with music.
It was never associated with music. Music just happened to be on it. Granted, they don't even bother with that, now.
@@MrLtia1234 Having been there to watch it from the beginning, I disagree. The work they did with Mtv Unplugged back in the early 1990's was all about the music.
@@IHateThisHandleSystem uh, *unplugged* was about music. MTV was not. Everyone was complaining about MTV then and even before just as you are now.
Obviouly if you were young during this particular era of it, it'll be your thing, but I cam assure you it was always anti-music. It's just that it used to feature some music and basically ruined everything.
an ad in the middle of a song? A Dylan song at that!!
It is one of his longest even the admen have no patience its all bout what Dylan has sung about the $$
I know, what a bum cheeese
Outstanding version!!!
It's my favorite one.
Hello neighbor. Luv my new address on desolation row!
2nd favourite song of Bob. have seen him many times since 1984 Favourite of All time for me Hard Raining is going to fall Sung by Joan Baez
What ever he was doing and whatever he still may be chasing,, he is the KING of it.........
What a brilliant version. Bravissimo.
Just brilliant!
lord god, thank you, thank you thank you, peace
Fantastic rendition! Thank you!
"The beauty parlor is filled with sailors..The Circus is in town" !!!
Back in the early 70's I'm sure bf you could find the cities and ports filled with Sailors docked out and about on the streets I'm sure his account was honest pure and as always raw truth just completely told in a way you must really listen 🎶most ppl don't listen He's an amazing story teller Shakespeare in plain clothes ha
Bob Dylan, what a titan.
Totally awesome
its a fav
el puto amo el mejor cantautor de todos los tiempos el Bueno de Dylan, que recuerdos me hace sentirme un dolescente con 58 años, larga vida
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'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 '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
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when 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'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 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
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
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
Three verses missing from the version sung here.
My this is timely!
Bobby -. Slip Sliding with.a Bop and a Jerk - Running through like a Hurricane
Anybody 'escaping to Desolation Row' I'm with you
This man is cool af. Great version of such a great song. I got two ugly sisters. You can call me Cindy. X
Omg I lov3 this song sing bob dylan
My father had also since 1948 bin working for the Constitution and also in the 40s had opened a petrol station with his buddy Charlie. It’s still there today. Still called the ⭐️ garage. Wish we owned it now and I wouldn’t have to look for work. And he also did something quite beautiful for his then unborn children. On 3/4/57 he bought 20 pounds of premium bonds. That was a lot of money then. I wracked my brains trying to figure out how these bonds, left in an envelope in his snooker room to be opened after he died, how did he get this money. Ok so he was doing three jobs but why in his married life did he not have to call upon them. Then I remembered. In 57 he won 100 pounds in a prestigious snooker or billiards competition as overall winner. The Jackie Rea Cup maybe or something else in NI. He must’ve put 20 away for the rainy day that never came. And now his five children have 4 pounds each. I’ll buy him some flowers, maybe some wild shamrock ☘️ for his grave. He also won a now very valuable snooker cue. Think it’s called a Burwat cue. Don’t think they make them anymore. From 57. My younger brother nicked that out of the house when he put him in care over five years ago. When he was in hospital with a broken hip. I played Lady Lazarus and got him back on his feet against the advice of the physios. It was easy. I just told him the nurses were having a party and did he want to go and sorry but I couldn’t push him in that big chair and would he ever just stand up and use the feckin Zimmerman frame. He got up all smiles. Never drank in his life but couldn’t stay away from parties and people and women… and of course reader, he married a nurse. And he didn’t have to go off to foreign lands to find her like his brothers did. He found her in his English class at the local tech when he was 15 years old and she 14. He recorded his account of their first date in the town hall in 47. She was wearing a beautiful white blouse and a dark green skirt and he went there early as he didn’t want her to arrive first and not know anyone (she wasn’t a townie but a country girl). I then found a photo he took of her that night. On a country lane standing by his car (the one he needed to open a garage for to keep in petrol). He obviously drove her home. It’s the youngest picture I have of her.
great Bob Dylan
I’m here from Old 97’s “Champaign Illinois”- -same tune
my black hills have never seen the sun rising
Genio eterno !!
RIP Bucky Baxter, great slide player.
Bucky Baxter
@windswept, thank you for the correction, meant no disrespect.
Totally agree with Ken (see below) couldn’t say it better.. 👏👏👏
By far the best song is slow train but I might be biased
What's the deal with the Other Unplugged? Is this from a scrapped unplugged recording? I seem to remember hearing that they recorded a set for the show and then Bob decided he didn't like it so they rerecorded the entire thing on another day. Is this from the first show?
Didn’t end up in Birmingham til 2002. Seems to keep missing Bob by about five - seven years. Do think though I was in Athens with my best friend in the summer of 89. That might be when Bob n Van were singing Irish Rover and Bob seemed to Van’s frustration not to know the words. Would’ve had some great oul nights out drinking Retsina and eating Greek salads and calamari if we had’ve bumped into Bob n Van near the Acropolis or Piraeus. As it was I went to Samos on a 15 hour boat journey and read War and Peace there to avoid the tension brewing all day every day between my friend and her shite English drunken bf Bob. I got landed with having to share a room with her equally awful brother Spike, an injured ex fireman who kept waking me up and offering me Ouzo at 9 in the morning. Which of course I declined.
His brother Spike, not her brother
Maravilha!!!❤❤❤❤❤
Classic!
Just realised I have Grimms’ Fairy Tales with me. Seriously. Must go and have a read. Might send me back to sleep. Had two hot whiskies and found my lighter. Realise the witch Maggie must’ve taken some lovely organic pomegranate juice I was given on my birthday by a lovely guy Karl who was moving onto the farm the day after I left. God help Karl is all I can say. The only other thing I got were some very beautiful spring flowers from Maggie herself but I gave those to Louise at the first hotel. Nice woman. No nonsense, kind, caring, just like the young guy working there who bought me tobacco when I couldn’t find my own and wouldn’t accept any money for it. The world seems split between the very good and the very evil with little in between.
That's not the recording from the unplugged concert.
They recorded a few sessions. This was an alternate take
Plumbing bad, water smells, windows don't open. No recycling, snow removal sparse. Let's Clen.itnup together.
It's a glipe of the further
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Eat yer heart out James Joyce. Streams of consciousness. I’m writing my autobiography it’s just that it’s scattered in the wild wind, or in so many places, not sure anyone could make it whole again. It’s not chronological of course. Like my hero BD. Just chronicles. My dad wrote for a paper called the Northern Constitution and its sister paper was The Coleraine Chronicle. Constitution now gone. Think Chronicle remains. I bet you’ve forgotten all the best things she said. I’ve no idea why I kept spelling Jameson’s which I got the night porter girl to get from my car, as Jamieson’s for days. My father worked in his father’s linen shirt factory it was James x and Son. Even though there were three other sons. But they were gone to England for work and to find wives and the youngest, my father stayed at home. Worked there with James til 57 when the factory closed and James retired. By then I suppose the NI linen trade was over, as other fabrics had taken over.
No video, MTV unplugged was for Music Televised VIDEOS
dove vivo attulmente e non per scelta,sono tutte "desolation road"
Not.imagining this
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I'm born and bred Liverpool England, I walked past john lennon's house every day on the way to school. Sorry but I love zimmerman more.
A place where even mediaevalism would have given the cowl of a monk or the face_cloth of the leper behind which one might be at peace.
What does that mean
We need urban renewal at #42.
Hey dey try to distrack my way franky
from Bob to Faber.......
And then there’s Isis. And like my impossible to reconstitute autobiography. Am sure that in some version of the myth of Isis that Isis’ lover is shattered into so many pieces and she travels round the world trying to piece him back together but the only part she cannot find is the well, you know. Tragic really. Because as Beatrice might’ve said, what’s the bleedin point of a man if he doesn’t have one of those?
Jesus. Thinks this calls for one of the bestest songs ever. Makes me laugh n cry at the same time. Coming up once I find it….
What can you say,that hasn't?
who's on dobro? sounds like jerry
Hey Bobby I am on desolation row come get me mason city Iowa
But SO glad Delia haunted him with the sound of her feet.
Still awful sick. Gonna try to get emergency doctor tomorrow. As away from home. Could do with more blankets too here. I need the weight on top of me. I’ll ask cool hand Luke tomorrow for more. In Much Ado About Nothing, Beatrice and her friend whose name escapes me, Hera? Fuck dunno, anyways, have some kind of joke about sleeping with a guy and one of them, probably witty Beatrice, says something comparing blankets to a man. That whoever, Hera maybe, needed more blankets so as to feel heavy for the weight of a man. I’d add further, I’d want the warmth of a man. Yeah the warmth at this precise moment might be more important than the well you know. Anyways, just called reception and said I was sick and cold so they’re going to bring me a man. No. Some blankets. Where’s mr fraud when you need him. Siggy is probably off playing guitar. Btw. Bob. Dylan. This version is very addictive. Thankin u kindly, Sir. X
Bought Maggie an acer tree for her 50th. She’s 65 in June. The tree is gorgeous. I told her I fuckin wanted to cut down the tree except I wasn’t going to kill a tree. I also left the rugby blasting from a TV upstairs and she hates rugby and would have to get off her lazy ass and go up and turn it off if she didn’t want to hear wales playing Italy really fucking loud. I’ve been giving away cake and biscuits ever since cos I’m in a hotel. Told her she could keep the roast potatoes and she could give my fancy sausages to Gilbert the 🐖 pig. But the best thing was I found the garnet ring my dad bought me in Cookstown when I was 21. That’s all I really needed. If I hadn’t found that I might’ve gone insane.
Best live desolation row performance anyone?
I always thought I was Cinderella. Not due to this song btw. But the fairytale. I thought I was Rapunzel too. And sometimes the sleeping beauty. And sometimes the beauty with the beast. Oh and princess and the pea. And Gretel. And little red riding hood. But Cinders because I had too very fuckin lazy spoiled sisters and my Ma and da expected me to do everything in the house. The girls’ jobs and the boys’ jobs too. The boys did nothing either. To help my mother cos she worked long hard hours as a nurse. Night shifts usually. So I ran the house and the others hated me for it but they still wouldn’t do anything. I hated them cos they did nothing. They complained about the food I made when my mum was at work. And when I said well you make dinner tomorrow, they somehow never did. But I didn’t get as far as thinking I’d be rescued by anyone. Just thought I’d rescue myself by leaving home, not live with anyone as that only meant for me some kind of slavery or servitude and has a lifelong fear of cooking for people because I always thought they’d criticise me, which they never did.
Two obviously not too…..
Advertisement half way through the song they're trying to blow it up?! I noticed if I listen to a song more than once they bombard it with desolation row propaganda all that is phoney,?
Ah here goes. The inimitable Kenny Rogers who for reasons I shall never understand paid money to disfigure himself. Hilarious that ole line about that crazy Asian war. Maybe any Americans listening could take heed and stay out of the current ole crazy European/Asian war. Biden with his motionless botoxed visage and brain, par example. What a guilt trip of a song. Had I been Ruby, I’d have taken my life to the town, the mines, the hills, the skies, etc. Especially with that ole gun threat hangin over my head.