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Title: Highwayman Source: [None] URL Source: [None] Published: Dec 21, 2013 Author: Willie Nelson Post Date: 2013-12-21 13:48:59 by Lod Keywords: NoneViews: 317 Comments: 10
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#7. To: Lod (#0) (Edited) Theyre selling postcards of the hanging Theyre painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner Theyve got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad theyre 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 into her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, hes moaning "You belong to me I believe" And someone turns and says to him "My friend you'd better leave" And the only sound thats left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On desolation row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars they're just pretending to hide The fortunetelling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everyone is makin' love Or else expecting rain And the good Samaritan, hes dressing Hes getting ready for the show Hes going to the carnival tonight On desolation row Ophelia, shes 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 is her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noahs 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 his 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 Locked inside of his leather cup But all his sexless patients Theyre trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser Shes in charge of the cyanide hole 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 theyve nailed the curtains Theyre getting ready for the feast The phantom of the opera In a perfect image of a priest Theyre spoon feeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then theyll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And the phantom shouts to skinny girls "Get outta here if you dont know Casanova he's 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 no one is escaping To desolation row Praise be to Neros Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybodys shouting "Which side are you on?" And Ezra Pound and T.S. Elliott Fighting in the captains tower While Calypso's 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 door knob 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, theyre quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I cannot read too well Dont send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them From desolation row Dakmar posted on 2013-12-21 20:43:17 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply Replies to Comment # 7. #8. To: Lod, christine (#7) Forbidden You don't have permission to access /media/William S. Burroughs - Naked Lunch.pdf on this server. Apache/2.2.16 (Debian) Server at www.uho.hr Port 80 Holy shit, am I being shunned? Dakmar posted on 2013-12-21 20:48:39 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply End Trace Mode for Comment # 7. Top • Page Up • Full Thread • Page Down • Bottom/Latest
Theyre selling postcards of the hanging Theyre painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner Theyve got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad theyre 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 into her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, hes moaning "You belong to me I believe" And someone turns and says to him "My friend you'd better leave" And the only sound thats left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On desolation row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars they're just pretending to hide The fortunetelling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everyone is makin' love Or else expecting rain And the good Samaritan, hes dressing Hes getting ready for the show Hes going to the carnival tonight On desolation row Ophelia, shes 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 is her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noahs 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 his 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 Locked inside of his leather cup But all his sexless patients Theyre trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser Shes in charge of the cyanide hole 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 theyve nailed the curtains Theyre getting ready for the feast The phantom of the opera In a perfect image of a priest Theyre spoon feeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then theyll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And the phantom shouts to skinny girls "Get outta here if you dont know Casanova he's 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 no one is escaping To desolation row Praise be to Neros Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybodys shouting "Which side are you on?" And Ezra Pound and T.S. Elliott Fighting in the captains tower While Calypso's 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 door knob 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, theyre quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I cannot read too well Dont send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them From desolation row
Theyre selling postcards of the hanging Theyre painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner Theyve got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants
And the riot squad theyre 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 into her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, hes moaning "You belong to me I believe" And someone turns and says to him "My friend you'd better leave"
And the only sound thats left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On desolation row
Now the moon is almost hidden The stars they're just pretending to hide The fortunetelling lady Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everyone is makin' love Or else expecting rain
And the good Samaritan, hes dressing Hes getting ready for the show Hes going to the carnival tonight On desolation row
Ophelia, shes 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 is her religion Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noahs 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 his 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 Locked inside of his leather cup But all his sexless patients Theyre trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser Shes in charge of the cyanide hole 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 theyve nailed the curtains Theyre getting ready for the feast The phantom of the opera In a perfect image of a priest
Theyre spoon feeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then theyll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words
And the phantom shouts to skinny girls "Get outta here if you dont know Casanova he's 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 no one is escaping To desolation row
Praise be to Neros Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybodys shouting "Which side are you on?"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Elliott Fighting in the captains tower While Calypso's 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 door knob 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, theyre quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name
Right now I cannot read too well Dont send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them From desolation row
Dakmar posted on 2013-12-21 20:43:17 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply
#8. To: Lod, christine (#7) Forbidden You don't have permission to access /media/William S. Burroughs - Naked Lunch.pdf on this server. Apache/2.2.16 (Debian) Server at www.uho.hr Port 80 Holy shit, am I being shunned? Dakmar posted on 2013-12-21 20:48:39 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply End Trace Mode for Comment # 7. Top • Page Up • Full Thread • Page Down • Bottom/Latest
Forbidden You don't have permission to access /media/William S. Burroughs - Naked Lunch.pdf on this server. Apache/2.2.16 (Debian) Server at www.uho.hr Port 80 Holy shit, am I being shunned?
Forbidden You don't have permission to access /media/William S. Burroughs - Naked Lunch.pdf on this server. Apache/2.2.16 (Debian) Server at www.uho.hr Port 80
You don't have permission to access /media/William S. Burroughs - Naked Lunch.pdf on this server. Apache/2.2.16 (Debian) Server at www.uho.hr Port 80
Holy shit, am I being shunned?
Dakmar posted on 2013-12-21 20:48:39 ET Reply Untrace Trace Private Reply
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