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Sometimes I remember why people are so in love with Bobby Z.
Poll Results
| Option | Votes |
| Dr. Filth, he keeps his world | 2 |
| Was that some kind of joke? | 2 |
| They're selling postcards of the hanging | 1 |
| And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot | 1 |
| Bette Davis style | 1 |
| (About the time the door knob broke) | 1 |
| While calypso singers laugh at them | 1 |
| To her, death is quite romantic | 1 |
| Don't send me no more letters no | 1 |
| And the hunchback of Notre Dame | 1 |
| Where the heart-attack machine | 1 |
| To get him to feel more assured | 0 |
| Then they'll kill him with self-confidence | 0 |
| And the superhuman crew | 0 |
| Casanova is just being punished for going | 0 |
| After poisoning him with words | 0 |
| And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls | 0 |
| Now at midnight all the agents | 0 |
| To Desolation Row" | 0 |
| "Get Outa Here If You Don't Know | 0 |
| They're spoonfeeding Casanova | 0 |
| They're trying to blow it up | 0 |
| Now his nurse, some local loser | 0 |
| She's in charge of the cyanide hole | 0 |
| And she also keeps the cards that read | 0 |
| "Have Mercy on His Soul" | 0 |
| They all play on penny whistles | 0 |
| You can hear them blow | 0 |
| If you lean your head out far enough | 0 |
| From Desolation Row | 0 |
| Across the street they've nailed the curtains | 0 |
| They're getting ready for the feast | 0 |
| The Phantom of the Opera | 0 |
| A perfect image of a priest | 0 |
| Come out and round up everyone | 0 |
| That knows more than they do | 0 |
| Then they bring them to the factory | 0 |
| Where lovely mermaids flow | 0 |
| And nobody has to think too much | 0 |
| About Desolation Row | 0 |
| Yes, I received your letter yesterday | 0 |
| When you asked how I was doing | 0 |
| All these people that you mention | 0 |
| Yes, I know them, they're quite lame | 0 |
| I had to rearrange their faces | 0 |
| And give them all another name | 0 |
| Right now I can't read too good | 0 |
| Not unless you mail them | 0 |
| Between the windows of the sea | 0 |
| And fishermen hold flowers | 0 |
| Is strapped across their shoulders | 0 |
| And then the kerosene | 0 |
| Is brought down from the castles | 0 |
| By insurance men who go | 0 |
| Check to see that nobody is escaping | 0 |
| To Desolation Row | 0 |
| Praise be to Nero's Neptune | 0 |
| The Titanic sails at dawn | 0 |
| And everybody's shouting | 0 |
| "Which Side Are You On?" | 0 |
| Fighting in the captain's tower | 0 |
| From Desolation Row | 0 |
| But all his sexless patients | 0 |
| They're painting the passports brown | 0 |
| "You Belong to Me I Believe" | 0 |
| And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend | 0 |
| You better leave" | 0 |
| And the only sound that's left | 0 |
| After the ambulances go | 0 |
| Is Cinderella sweeping up | 0 |
| On Desolation Row | 0 |
| Now the moon is almost hidden | 0 |
| The stars are beginning to hide | 0 |
| The fortunetelling lady | 0 |
| Has even taken all her things inside | 0 |
| All except for Cain and Abel | 0 |
| And in comes Romeo, he's moaning | 0 |
| And puts her hands in her back pockets | 0 |
| The beauty parlor is filled with sailors | 0 |
| The circus is in town | 0 |
| Here comes the blind commissioner | 0 |
| They've got him in a trance | 0 |
| One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker | 0 |
| The other is in his pants | 0 |
| And the riot squad they're restless | 0 |
| They need somewhere to go | 0 |
| As Lady and I look out tonight | 0 |
| From Desolation Row | 0 |
| Cinderella, she seems so easy | 0 |
| "It takes one to know one," she smiles | 0 |
| Everybody is making love | 0 |
| Or else expecting rain | 0 |
| And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing | 0 |
| With his memories in a trunk | 0 |
| Passed this way an hour ago | 0 |
| With his friend, a jealous monk | 0 |
| He looked so immaculately frightful | 0 |
| As he bummed a cigarette | 0 |
| Then he went off sniffing drainpipes | 0 |
| And reciting the alphabet | 0 |
| Now you would not think to look at him | 0 |
| But he was famous long ago | 0 |
| For playing the electric violin | 0 |
| On Desolation Row | 0 |
| Noah's great rainbow | 0 |
| Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood | 0 |
| Into Desolation Row | 0 |
| He's getting ready for the show | 0 |
| He's going to the carnival tonight | 0 |
| On Desolation Row | 0 |
| Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window | 0 |
| For her I feel so afraid | 0 |
| On her twenty-second birthday | 0 |
| She already is an old maid | 0 |
| She wears an iron vest | 0 |
| Her profession's her religion | 0 |
| Her sin is her lifelessness | 0 |
| And though her eyes are fixed upon | 0 |
| She spends her time peeking | 0 |
| Inside of a leather cup | 0 |
― ian, Thursday, 6 March 2008 21:23 (seventeen years ago)
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