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Song Parodies -> "Dylanesquine Prose"

Original Song Title:

"Desolation Row"

Original Performer:

Bob Dylan

Parody Song Title:

"Dylanesquine Prose"

Parody Written by:

Merry & Pippin

The Lyrics

This was harder than it looks...We think this version makes a lot more sense than the original... ;-)
We're swilling toast shards 'cus it's raining
And fainting, the gas pumps drown
Off-duty-valor is milled by tailors
'Cus gherkins are-n't brown
Eardrums declined petitioners
Brave Gotham sinners dance
Ayn Rand has plied an antelope stalker
My brother is eating ants
And the lycopods are breathless
They breed éclairs with toes
As Pippin and I cook up a fright of
Dylanesquine Prose

With rubella, trees scheme so sleazy
It lacks fun to stow puns for miles
A butcher lands in mandrake sprockets
Let 'im rave awhile
Spent incomes Oleo'd be phoning
"Your sarong's a fee to achieve"
St. Hong Kong's Pres he wins the bong race's end:
Two debtor's sleeves
And the cloned horehound's bereft
Crafters of amulets of crows
Say thin umbrellas keep disrupting
Dylanesquine Prose

Prowling spoon's in foremost midden
Cigars are unpinning a bride
The porcine smelling Brady's
Achievin' slakin' smaller wings with Tide
Owls are stamped with plain brand labels
As my lunchbox erupts in flame
Everybody is staking doves
'Cept whelks directing trains
And the dude from Raritan's depressing
Cheese betting steady on Van Goghs
We're wooing all the barnacles aflight in
Dylanesquine Prose

Orange peelers bequeathed a widow
Four shirts of real lemonade
And the cultural attaché
She's rock steady with hand grenades
To keep left is quite pedantic
Downstairs, Orion's blessed
Blaire's obsession's racing pigeons
Her skin is blurred like Loch Ness
Be-low her bag of tricks are gone
Sofa's weight strain shows
Some sense of rhymes, seeking in this
Dylanesquine prose

Quinine, it's fine for swabbing hoods
Gives his enemas in slam dunks
Kurt Cobain said "I'm sure you know
That 'Milkshake,' by Kelis, stunk"
How three rooks grow inaccurately spiteful
Showed me glummish pirouettes
Then got sent off lifting stained kites
While inciting a Lego set
Few sunspots drink a book but then
Craft we this heinous song of woes
Displaying eclectic stylin' of
Dylanesquine prose

Toxic ilk sees sheep as girls
Espied Paul & Heather's pups
Huts call this fetlock station
Hear her sighing, Moo throws her cup
Ploughed in hearse, stunned appaloosa
Cheese at large in the upper side holes
Loving care she heaps on cars that bled
When mangled into poles
Yesterday won just ten acquittals
Toucans wearing hose
If believe you bend out far enough with
Dylanesquine prose

Peat moss it flees from jail still hurtin'
They said a radish bores the least
The lantern filled with copra
Is a perking collage stuffed with yeast
Sarah's spoon's bleeding massive plovers
Two bits win blue steel doors procured
Hens'll tell limbs it's self-evident
Have some boysenish-berried blurbs
Panda bantam's flouting two mini curls
Wet spout of beer miffs prudent clothes
'Cus you knowa it's just glee and funnish to coin some
Dylanesquine Prose

Cowed in dim light, stalling Asians
Blandly stoop and humor brew
No doubt they're found to have more fun
Than those four kangaroos
Bending sink when on the fractal sea
Scared a partly cracked latrine
It crapped across Cher's boulders
I thought it quite obscene
It's force drowned all her tassles
Like Chernobyl veggies glow
Get to see that lyric'ly we are raping this
Dylanesquine Prose

Drays flee precarious pit prunes
The gigantic snails all spawn
Chevys oddly are pouting:
"Switchblades are all gone!"
And Jazz astounds ragweed defoliant
Blighting in the Frampton hour
Malted ipso facto's Spaff attends
Antihistamine's bold dower
Agleam the Ginzu knives agree
There glibly air raid blows
Lobotomy hasn't packed due punch without
Dylanesquine Prose

(hormona-aroma-monica therapy music)

Masai reprieved four bettor's kestrel trays
(My gout's a rhyme the corncob spoke)
Well at last my cow eye was stewing
In pot with rum and Coke
Ollie's weevils fought dementia
Blessed an onion without shame
Far out to sea a pilchard races
To rivet balls of stuffed Rogaine
Knights vow to plant Leeds' redwood
Fonts envy no typesetter's throes
Hobbit's quest to tale you some
Dylanesquine Prose

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Johnny D - April 26, 2004 - Report this comment
Let me be the first to congratulate you Merry and Pippin, on a job very well done! 555 !

This masterpiece is a tour-de-force of tripped-out internal rhyme...."mandrake sprockets"....."Blighting in the Frampton hour"......and of course, "Hobbit’s quest to tale you some" ...... magnificent!
Agrimorfee - April 26, 2004 - Report this comment
Delirious...well worth coming back to read and reflect upon. Reminds me of the The Residents (fer example here:http://www.rzweb.net/app/lyrics/notavail.html). 555
Zimmy - April 26, 2004 - Report this comment
think again
Meriadoc - April 26, 2004 - Report this comment
Ah c'mon Bob - you KNOW you were only tryin' to make the words rhyme! ;-)
Rick D - April 26, 2004 - Report this comment
Musta eaten some of those "special" brownies befor you sat down in your bean bag chairs and lava lamps to write this.
alvin rhodes - April 26, 2004 - Report this comment
damn...that was so far out, i had a flashback...5s
wandlimb - April 26, 2004 - Report this comment
Whoa, truly a marathon effort. Unquestionably, you are the new Bob Dylan. Hell, you're the new Lewis Carroll! (Twas brillig...)
Tim Hall - April 26, 2004 - Report this comment
Hell, you might be the new William Burroughs. Great job!
Meriadoc - April 26, 2004 - Report this comment
Thanks everyone! (I was determined to get a pilchard into a parody somehow!) ;-)
Paul Robinson - April 26, 2004 - Report this comment
Mer & Pip - Well, there was no question after I perused that you guys are the "Pros of Prose". 5's
Peregrin - April 26, 2004 - Report this comment
Perhaps after that effort it should be the 'ho's of prose' .....
Paul Robinson - April 27, 2004 - Report this comment
Per - Better you to say that than I...
Charlie Decker - April 27, 2004 - Report this comment
Very nice. Wow, I can only imagine how much fun you guys must have had writing that one. Well, at least it would be fun for me :-)
mandamoo - April 28, 2004 - Report this comment
Excellent job ! I see I got a mention too, thanks ! Sounds like I was somewhat frustrated......! ;-D
Peregrin - April 28, 2004 - Report this comment
Yes, Moo, you were! Paul, maybe the 'hosers of prose'!
John Jenkins - April 28, 2004 - Report this comment
Well done - the Lewis Carroll comparison is appropriate.
Paul Robinson - April 28, 2004 - Report this comment
Per - That might be an appropriate monniker. But hey, it's your good (or otherwise) names.
john caddick - November 11, 2004 - Report this comment
Absolutely brilliant. I've tried Dylan parodies in the past and it's not as easy as it looks. I particularly like the way it seems as though you've misheard the original. It's not as if the sense in this sort of Dylan song is much of a guide to the words. Again, fantastic.
Spaff.com - May 28, 2005 - Report this comment
Oh may I go trippin' with Merry and Pippin? "Bong race," indeed. I especially like the "malted ipso facto" line, of course. Dizzying stuff!
Porfle Popnecker - March 14, 2012 - Report this comment
Very fun reading!
Meriadoc - July 11, 2012 - Report this comment
Just ran across your comment Porfle. Thank you very much. It was very fun writing too! :)
Peregrin - July 12, 2012 - Report this comment
Thanks Porf-Pop!
Derry - August 22, 2012 - Report this comment
555+
I looked to see if you had done any Dylan parodies and ran into this one. The riot squads were really restless as I LOL'd my way through it! Made me think of Tarantula, a book Dylan wrote about the same time his did Desolation Row, which was far stranger than any song he ever wrote.

I'll check out more of your work as I get time.
Meriadoc - August 23, 2012 - Report this comment
Thanks Derry! I'm sitting here trying to figure out where we ever found the time to write this - lol.
Derry - August 23, 2012 - Report this comment
If you think your parody of this OS was time-consuming and difficult, I've got one that's been sitting in my file of partially written parodies that's even more challenging. My game plan is to syllable-match the whole song with the theme being a tribute to Bob Dylan, using snippets of lyrics from other Dylan songs as substitutions throughout. Somehow I don't think I'll ever see it through to a satisfactory conconclusion, but I pull it up every once and a while and I'm slowly making progress.
Meriadoc - August 25, 2012 - Report this comment
Now that sounds like a major challenge! I look forward to seeing it if it ever comes to fruition.

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