One more song based on the cadence of Bob Dylan’s Desolation Row.
Hare Krishna Row
They’re printing Gitas at the station
Built back in ‘eighty two
Dancing backwards to the holy names
In clown suits two by two
Here speaks the glass eyed whistler
He was recruited just by chance
One hand is busy as a talker
The other holds up his pants
And the steady crows they are flightless
Anxious for somewhere to go
As ladies and gentlemen look out tonight
From Hare Krishna Row.
The sanyasi seems so pleasing
“I can take me to no one” he bays
And puts one hand in his big jacket
Clint Eastwood style
For incomes they are always moaning
“It belongs to us we deceive”
Then someone sings “You broke the wrong bank my friend
You had better concede”
And the only rhythm that’s right
After the limousine’s go.
Is the Prabhpadanugas
On Hare Krishna Row
Lord Caitanya’s moon has risen
The stars are beginning to shine
The Hare Krishna Lady
Shares the Lord that’s by her side
All except for the misleading masters
And their ending claim to fame
Everybody is developing love
By chanting the holy name
And the people are all dressing
They’re getting ready for the show
They’re going to the Hari Nam tonight
On Hare Krishna Row
Sweet Dasi she’s by the shadow
Of a life that she once made
On the 42’nd anniversary
Her pension has been delayed
For her it’s a divine arrangement
She lives a life content
Her guru is her religion
Her sins are her whole life spent
And because her heart is fixed upon
Anywhere she can go
She regrets her time just browsing
Along Hare Krishna Row
A group of blind commissioners
With their memories all but shrunk
Cruise through a chorus of “Yesterday”
From an aged Chinese Junk
They sounded so inaccurately frightful
As they tried hard not to forget
Then they sailed off tuning bagpipes
While packing for the set
Now you would not think to look at them
But they were famous long ago
For installing the Golden Avatar
Along Hare Krishna Row
Doctor Deception he keeps his world
Inside of a lettered maze
But all his illiterate readers
Continue to feed the craze
Now his editor some wayward butcher
He’s in charge of the profit bowl
And he also cheats with signs that read
“For The Comfort Of Your Soul”
He plays on some tin drums
You can listen to them roll
If you place your mind out near enough
To Hare Krishna Row
Across the world they’ve raised the banners
They’re getting ready for the priest
The smiles from King Lear
Upon the grave “Deceased”
They are feeding suspected customers
So they’ll feel free as birds
Then they’ll close the last migration
While changing all the words
And the King is crying to little boys
“Stay away from here don’t you know?”
All customers are being punished for going
To Hare Krishna Row
Now at midnight all the writers
And their supervisors too
Round up all the truth seekers
That have knowledge they can skew
Then they display them at the temples
Where the book rack situation
Is levelled upon their service
And then the conflagration
Is spread down from the mansions
By tall dundi men who go
To stop anyone from escaping
To Hare Krishna Row
Praise be to the word processors
Their rambler rolls at dawn
And the crowd is now chanting
“Which book are you on?”
The pseudos’ and the coin men
Are fighting in the big book tower
While Krishna singers help them
And Prabhupada holds flowers
Between the kirtans is the key
Where original books will go
And the people relax to read some more
On Hare Krishna Row
Yes I received your temple plans yesterday
About the Hare Krishna show
And of Srila Prabhuada lectures
Already on the go
All these devotees that you mention
Yes, I’ve know them all quite long
We’ve had to rearrange their service
And give them the only song
Right now I can’t dance to well
Don’t send me no more plans, no
Not unless you chant them
From Hare Krishna Row
Charles Dowson
Aka Hasti Gopala Dasa
Copyright May 12th 2013
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