FOOL AND I'LL GO TO BED AT NOON
( Act III, Scene 6)
Ahora a media noche todos los agentes
Y el grupo de superhombres
Salen y rodean a cualquiera
Que sabe más que ellos
Entonces los traen a la fábrica
Donde la máquina de ataques al corazón
Es atada sobre sus hombros
Y entonces el queroseno
Es traído desde los castillos
Por agentes de seguros que van
A comprobar que nadie escapa
A la Fila de la Desolación
(Bob Dylan)
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
(...)
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
(Bob Dylan)
© 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special
Rider Music
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