Bob Dylan:Dirge Lyrics

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This song is by Bob Dylan and appears on the album Planet Waves (1974).

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I hate myself for lovin' 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 lovin' 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
Whoever 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 last I'm out of debt

I 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 lovin' you
But I should get over that

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