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Tonalità

MI

Accordi

MI, MI4, LA, SI

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Quali sono gli accordi di Desolation Row di Bob Dylan?
Gli accordi usati in "Desolation Row" di Bob Dylan sono: MI, MI4, LA, SI. Tonalità: MI.
In che tonalità è Desolation Row?
"Desolation Row" di Bob Dylan è in tonalità MI.
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Chi canta Desolation Row?
"Desolation Row" è interpretata da Bob Dylan.

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Desolation Row
Bob Dylan
Key: MI
Intro:

MI  MI4  MI  MI4  MI  MI4  MI  MI4

              MI
They're selling postcards of the hanging, 

      LA                       MI
they're painting the passports brown

    SI                        
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, 

LA                MI
 the circus is in town

Here comes the blind commissioner, 

       LA             MI
they've got him in a trance

     SI                   
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, 

LA                   MI
 the other is in his pants

        LA
And the riot squad they're restless, 

    MI                 LA
they need somewhere to go

  MI               SI
As Lady and I look out tonight, 

    LA          MI  MI4  MI  MI4  MI
from Desolation Row

     MI
Cinderella, she seems so easy,

     LA                         MI
 "It takes one to know one" she smiles

    SI
And puts her hands 

                   LA            MI
in her back pockets Bette Davis style

And in comes Romeo, he's moaning 

       LA              MI
"You Belong to Me I Believe"

    SI                
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, 

          LA            MI
my friend, you'd better leave"

        LA
And the only sound that's left 

MI                   LA
after the ambulances go

  MI          SI            LA          MI    
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row

MI4  MI  MI4  MI  MI4

        MI
Now the moon is almost hidden, 

    LA                     MI
the stars are beginning to hide

    SI
The fortune telling lady 

      LA                        MI
has even taken all her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel 

        LA                 MI
and the hunchback of Notre Dame

SI                          LA             MI
Everybody is making love or else expecting rain

        LA                    
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, 

             MI             LA
he's getting ready for the show

     MI            SI
He's going to the carnival 

          LA          MI  MI4  MI  MI4  MI
tonight on Desolation Row

 MI                  
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window 

    LA             MI
for her I feel so afraid

     SI   
On her twenty-second birthday 

      LA              MI
she already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic 

    LA            MI
she wears an iron vest

       SI          
Her profession's her religion, 

    LA                MI
her sin is her lifelessness

    LA                   
And though her eyes are fixed 

     MI               LA
upon Noah's great rainbow

   MI               SI           LA         MI
She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row

MI4  MI  MI4  MI  MI4 

   MI                    
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood 

         LA            MI
with his memories in a trunk

SI                    
Passed this way an hour ago 

         LA                MI
with his friend, a jealous monk

Now he looked so immaculately frightful 

     LA            MI
as he bummed a cigarette

       SI 
And he when off sniffing drainpipes 

      LA              MI
and reciting the alphabet

    LA                        
You would not think to look at him,

          MI            LA 
but he was famous long ago

    MI                   SI        LA         MI
For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row

MI4  MI  MI4  MI    

    MI
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world 

  LA                MI
inside of a leather cup

    SI
But all his sexless patients, 

        LA                  MI
they're trying to blow it up

Now his nurse, some local loser, 

         LA                    MI
she's in charge of the cyanide hole

        SI                        
And she also keeps the cards that read, 

      LA           MI
"Have Mercy on His Soul"

LA                         
They all play on the penny whistles, 

  MI               LA
you can hear them blow

       MI                 SI
If you lean your head out far enough 

    LA          MI  MI4  MI  MI4  MI
from Desolation Row

           MI                    
Across the street they've nailed the curtains, 

           LA                  MI
they're getting ready for the feast

    SI
The Phantom of the Opera 

        LA               MI
in a perfect image of a priest

They are spoon feeding Casanova 

       LA                MI
to get him to feel more assured

            SI                
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence 

      LA                    MI
after poisoning him with words

        LA                        
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, 

     MI                      LA
"Get outta here if you don't know"

    MI                   SI
Casanova is just being punished 

            LA          MI  MI4  MI  MI4  MI  
for going to Desolation Row"

      MI                           LA         MI
At midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew

     SI                 
Come out and round up everyone 

      LA                   MI
that knows more than they do

Then they bring them to the factory 

          LA               MI
where the heart-attack machine

   SI                     
Is strapped across their shoulders 

         LA       MI
and then the kerosene

   LA                    
Is brought down from the castles 

     MI              LA
by insurance men who go

         MI          
Check to see that nobody 

   SI          LA         MI  MI4  MI  MI4
is escaping to Desolation Row

       MI      
Praise be to Nero's Neptune, 

     LA              MI
the Titanic sails at dawn

SI                     LA                 MI
Everybody's shouting, "Which side are you on?!"

And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot 

LA                        MI
fighting in the captain's tower

     SI                       
While calypso singers laugh at them 

   LA              MI
and fishermen hold flowers

  LA            
Between the windows of the sea 

      MI              LA
where lovely mermaids flow

    MI            SI
And nobody has to think 

           LA             MI  MI4  MI  MI4
too much about Desolation Row

MI        LA    MI    SI        LA    MI

MI        LA    MI    SI        LA    MI

LA        MI    LA    MI    SI    LA    MI

       MI
Yes, I received your letter yesterday, 

      LA                    MI
about the time the doorknob broke

         SI              
When you asked me how I was doing, 

    LA                MI
was that some kind of joke

All these people that you mention, yes, 

  LA                       MI
I know them, they're quite lame

        SI                
I had to rearrange their faces 

              LA            MI
and give them all another name

      LA                    
Right now, I can't read too good, 

           MI                 LA
don't send me no more letters no

MI             SI             LA         MI  MI4
Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row

MI        LA    MI    SI        LA    MI

MI        LA    MI    SI        LA    MI

LA        MI    LA    MI    SI    LA    MI

Desolation Row

Bob Dylan · Key MI

Intro:
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

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