Dirge-Bob Dylan

[00:22.583]I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed [00:31.935]You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road [00:40.921]The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel [00:49.881]I hate myself for loving you and I'm glad the curtain fell [00:59.781]... [01:06.103]I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed [01:14.593]And the mercy that you showed to me, whoever would have guessed? [01:23.108]I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within [01:31.598]That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin [01:41.864]... [01:50.015]Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped [01:58.740]Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped [02:07.543]Like a slave in orbit, he's beaten 'till he's tame [02:15.954]All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame [02:26.168]... [02:39.334]There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them [02:48.660]In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem [02:57.019]The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet [03:05.300]I've paid the price of solitude, but at least I'm out of debt [03:16.506]... [03:31.396]Can't recall a useful thing you ever did for me [03:39.703]'Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees [03:48.349]We stared into each other's eyes 'till one of us would break [03:56.447]No use to apologize, what difference would it make? [04:06.478]... [04:18.808]So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine [04:27.899]The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen [04:36.101]Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at [04:44.408]I hate myself for loving you, but I should get over that [04:59.951]...