Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirge, artist - Bob Dylan. Date of issue: 17.01.1974
Song language: English
Dirge |
| I hate myself for loving' you and the weakness that it showed |
| You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road |
| The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel |
| I hate myself for loving' you and I’m glad the curtain fell |
| I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed |
| And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed? |
| I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within |
| That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin |
| Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped |
| Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped |
| Like a slave in orbit, he’s beaten 'till he’s tame |
| All for a moment’s glory and it’s a dirty, rotten shame |
| There are those who worship loneliness, I’m not one of them |
| In this age of fiberglass I’m searching for a gem |
| The crystal ball up on the wall hasn’t shown me nothing yet |
| I’ve paid the price of solitude, but at least I’m out of debt |
| Can’t recall a useful thing you ever did for me |
| 'Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees |
| We stared into each other’s eyes 'till one of us would break |
| No use to apologize, what difference would it make? |
| So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine |
| The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen |
| Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I’m at |
| I hate myself for loving' you, but I should get over that |