what is the Row?

Bob Dylan - Desolation Row  lyrics | analysis   i take no credit for lyrics or analysis (or anything else on this thing for that matter). peace/love to all

the Row has many names and assumes many forms. It is constant, and it is ever-changing. it is reality, and it is imagination. it is rejection, and it is acceptance. it is desolation, and it is free, unshackled jubilation.

the Row harnesses the collective creative energies of our entire universe. it is the powerful--yet undefinable--presence inside each and every one of us, the voice that calls us, begs us to embrace our unique artistic potential and challenge the cruelty and the banality of mainstream society. it provides a haven and an inspiration for the ingenuity and the vision that exist within all of us and furnishes an environment where we can cast away the trammels of reality and embrace of the limitless canvas of imagination and fantasy.

the Row, dear reader, offers true and invulnerable happiness and definite, exhilarating purpose. my friend, I invite to embrace the ipseity that lies dormant deep within your soul. To dream, to hope, to create.... come with me, to the Row.    hide



create what you will
with the fingers of God
forgetting the pain
and embracing the fog

harmony of moment

waves crash
on shores of tomorrow
today they crest
in harmony of moment

the wave does not move
its troughs are not true
it crests with its fall to the sea

move and do
live in you
exist where you are
in harmony of moment


write words.

write words unheard
right words, un-herd!
streams dont stop to question dreams
sheep dont flock to crowded streams
ticking clock, on us it leans.

blending rhyme
bend time
refract the hourglass

write words unheard
on the pages of tomorrow
right words, un-herd
today is tomorrow's youth.

peels of nectar.

light feeling feels right.
my brother.
night peeling from peels of nectar
mockingbird flies for the right to light tonight
eagle has landed but Einstein is stranded
On paradise islands of genius



 insekuritie flatenz
darque shetes of rane
ooked on the foniks
that jump in my brain
spell to compel
break from the cell
be me
see you
dont phall
its not



forces of nature
in the fingers of friends
paint gentle scenes of tomorrow
upon today's scars

we grow with the necessity
that lingers on every word
and as our lips move in protest
we're healed by songs unheard

that ring like happy whispers
in the cosmos of the souls
and beckon with fervent passion
from lands we've yet to know



hearts on sleeves
crushed like leaves
the looking glass is shattered

mask is cracked
uniform attacks
creation is what mattered

can we coexist my friend
on the plains of conflicting worlds?
or shall we be
nice, naive, and narrow

living in lands of mirrors
we craft distinct illusions
and we press on, desperately clinging
to the skirts of inflexible mothers.


pieces of peace

weary globe shatters
in flames of enlightenment
rebuild paradise

tye dye clad angels
salvaging pieces of peace
rebuild paradise


colorful breeze.

perpetuate hate
flowers fall from pedals
the dust shall never settle
on the deserts we create

shall the colors ever join again
in their dances of simpler days?
the answer is hushed by the fragmented freedom
with which they delude our brains

for the love of a summer will fall like the leaves
leaving branches of bare memories
but the smiles and laughter will linger forever
like scents on a colorful breeze

a single embrace
of confident comfort
shall one day unite us all

and we'll march on that day
to a sweet island bay
and frolic about in the sea



if my mind should drift from the world you know
dear, wave and smile and watch me go
for i'll send a postcard from the meadow above
from the land of perennial sun

i'll impart the wisdom handed down from the stars
and rid the world of its deep bleeding scars
and i'll bring thee some fruit upon my return
grown in the shadow of God's greenest fern.


wind (to and fro).

drudging through days
in a cloud of cliches
we change from phase to phase
in a lifeless parade

and so it shall go, and so it shall go
a big box of rain, locked in a timeless flow
and God's resigned sigh can be heard, don't you know
In the prosaic wind that blows us to and fro.



the green, the gray
the sun, the rain
the night, the day
different, but same
and we ride the amorphous wave\

for life, dear fiend, exists in the distance
between the fire and ice
for darkness and light, they are brothers
twins under different disguise


megaphone, megaphone.

to paint the world white
to paint the world pure
they envelope sight
in the name of the Light

but love is found not in a worn holy book
whose pages are bound with lies
perhaps love is found in the peace that you took
from the people with smiling eyes

megaphone, megaphone, piercing the air
what truth is carried in your cries?
for the music is lost in the hate that you glean
from the love inside 3:16



walking in the golden sunlight
your hair glows with your smile
oh, sunlight guide me, contented child
i give myself to the light tonight

im falling through your bright blues eyes
as your hand beckons me closer
wrap me gently, darling, in the blanket of freedom
and the whisper of your comforting sighs

id say id show you the world, but it's not this world that i need
i long to live in the world you love
and smile in your dreams.