27/04/2021
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 will say when you get home
Because something is happening here but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Dylan waxes poetic into the core of the off-kilter, steaming, spinning top sometimes present in all of us behind our eyes. “The Ballad of a Thin Man” keels into a psychoanalytic statute of anemic nearness and dysphoric what-a-boutism. The song digs further and further into its charmingly cogent attack on a familiar unachievable satiety through each epistrophe. Dylan wrote this song in response to being asked too many questions all the time and about a man with his hands in his pockets staring at the ground. Written in 1965, fifty-six years ago, listen to this song to have some dust blown off your soul and an escape rope lowered into your heart.
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"
And you know something is happening but you don't know what it is