Bridge over troubled water
I saw Simon & Garfunkel in Rome, when they played in front of 600.000 people with the Colosseum as a back drop. The most expensive free concert I've ever went to (flight costs, hotel costs, drinking costs, etc.).
My childhood summed up in one sentence: "It's a town full of losers and I'm pulling of here to win."
Ironically I pulled outta that damned town more often than I've seen Springsteen (which is quite a lot) and I've still not actually won anything.
The mere concept of failing in one's revolutionairy quest due to the love of a woman is frightening, yet so very possible in a broader sense personal destruction.
It reminds me of choices I have made because of love and the mere fact I'm still doing slave labour because of it.
One of the bizarest set of lyrics you'll ever hear. Yet, the angle is so great. Desolation row only being "desolation" because that's what other people call it.
Check out this paragraph:
Now 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's 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
The whole song is sung about various people and characters and their relationship to "desolation row" and ends with:
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 cant read too good
Dont send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From desolation row
Mamma look a boo boo
Most probably you don't know this song. It's a song from a live-performance by Harry Belafonte.
It reminds me my father, who ironically never lifted a hand to anyone in his life (him being a pacifist and all), but he used to sing along to it in the car when we drove to the beach.