Re: OT: Help me naming my cat please!
Date: May 2, 2006 15:33
Hold the phone, CindyC...I hope MicksBrain is joking because that has got to be the most shallow interpretation of Dylan's Mr. Jones I've ever heard. The picture that Dylan paints, in my opinion is a much deeper interpretation of a man and his search for belonging. It is a portrait of loneliness and misunderstanding. John Lennon refers to Mr. Jones in his song on the Beatles White Album, "Yer Blues." It's a blues song of loneliness and suicidal tendencies. The Counting Crows song "Mr. Jones" features a much less dismal interpretation of our protagonist. In fact I saw Dylan perform in 1978 and he introduced the song with a story of a geek (not nerd...look up the true definition) in a traveling sideshow and how that man couldn't fit in with the other freaks in the carny side shows. Gay orgy? Indeed. You should be ashamed of yourself, MicksBrain. You decide. Here's the lyrics. Oh, and Lorenz, I'd name the little feline Toonces.
Highway 61 Revisited
1965
Ballad of a Thin Man:
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
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