Ballad Of A Thin Man (Live Ve
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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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?"

But something is happening
And 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

And 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 all 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

But something is happening here
And 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"

And you know something is happening
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"

And you know something is happening
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

'Cause something is happening




And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Overall Meaning

The Ballad of a Thin Man is a song that embodies the feeling of lostness or a sense of discomfort one might feel when trying to make sense of what's going on around them. Dylan’s lyrics are full of hidden meanings and symbolism which can be interpreted in various ways, but one message that's quite clear is the animosity towards those that view the world through a narrow lens. The singer, Mr. Jones, appears to be someone unable to grasp what is happening around him. He tries hard to understand the world but is unable to. The song proceeds with bizarre imagery and situations such as the naked man, the sword swallower, and the one-eyed midget that appear to be chaotic and have no logical explanation.


The odd characters that Mr. Jones encounters are symbolic of people’s narrow-minded views and their inability to understand that which is different from them. Mr. Jones’ confusion and uneasiness may also stem from the fact that he is blind to the changes happening around him. As some people begin to question systems, norms, and conventional ways of thinking, Mr. Jones is portrayed as someone resistant to change, rather conservative in his views, and unable to keep up with the times. This song, therefore, is a representation of people's struggle with societal changes and the inability to keep up with them.


Line by Line Meaning

You walk into the room
You enter a situation


With your pencil in your hand
Ready to take note of things


You see somebody naked
You observe someone in a vulnerable state


And you say, "Who is that man?"
Questioning identity


You try so hard
You put in effort


But you don't understand
Without comprehension


Just what you'll say
Words are unclear


When you get home
Reflecting back on the experience


Because something is happening here
Sensing a shift in the atmosphere


But you don't know what it is
Unable to grasp the change


Do you, Mister Jones?
Asking the question directed at the individual


You raise up your head
Looking around for clarity


And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
Inquiring about the location of the situation


And somebody points to you and says
Someone directs attention to you


"It's his"
Claiming ownership of the experience


And you say, "What's mine?"
Asking about personal investment in the experience


And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
Confusion about the specifics of the situation


And you say, "Oh my God
Exclamatory realization


Am I here all alone?"
Feeling isolated in the experience


You hand in your ticket
Following protocol for the situation


And you go watch the geek
Observing someone outside of the norm


Who immediately walks up to you
Approaching you directly


When he hears you speak
Reacting to your presence


And says, "How does it feel
Questioning your emotions


To be such a freak?"
Pointing out your differences


And you say, "Impossible"
Disagreeing with the assumption


As he hands you a bone
Giving you something unexpected


You have many contacts
Having resources at your disposal


Among the lumberjacks
Identifying with a specific group of people


To get you facts
Knowing where to find information


When someone attacks your imagination
When someone challenges your creativity


But nobody has any respect
Feeling a lack of appreciation


Anyway they already expect you
Preconceptions about your actions


To all give a check
To donate money


To tax-deductible charity organizations
Giving to a specific type of cause


You've been with the professors
Interacting with intellectual individuals


And they've all liked your looks
Receiving positive feedback


With great lawyers you have
Working with experts in their field


Discussed lepers and crooks
Talking about taboo subjects


You've been through all of
Exhaustive knowledge of a specific topic


F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
Expertise in a specific subset of literature


You're very well read
Having an extensive knowledge base


It's well known
Something that is commonly understood


Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
Encountering someone with a unique talent


And then he kneels
Performing a subservient gesture


He crosses himself
Demonstrating a religious belief


And then he clicks his high heels
Animating his performance


And without further notice
Unexpectedly continuing with his act


He asks you how it feels
Asking for your reaction


And he says, "Here is your throat back
Returning his prop


Thanks for the loan"
Grateful for the use of your throat


And you know something is happening
Aware that the situation is significant


But you don't know what it is
Unable to fully understand


Do you, Mister Jones?
Question directed at the individual


Now you see this one-eyed midget
Observing someone with a physical anomaly


Shouting the word "Now"
Making a loud and sudden noise


And you say, "For what reason?"
Curious about the outburst


And he says, "How?"
Responding in a nonsensical way


And you say, "What does this mean?"
Asking for clarification


And he screams back, "You're a cow
Insulting and accusing you of something


Give me some milk
Demanding something of you


Or else go home"
Requiring a certain response to his demands


And you know something is happening
Continuing to feel the weight of the experience


But you don't know what it is
Still unable to fully comprehend


Do you, Mister Jones?
Reiterating the question at the individual


Well, you walk into the room
Starting the experience over again


Like a camel and then you frown
Entering the space with a negative attitude


You put your eyes in your pocket
Avoiding observation


And your nose on the ground
Acting subservient


There ought to be a law
Expressing a desire for order


Against you comin' around
Disapproving of your presence


You should be made
Requiring action to be taken


To wear earphones
A solution to the problem at hand


'Cause something is happening
Sensing the significant experience again


And you don't know what it is
Still feeling unsure


Do you, Mister Jones?
Posing the question to the individual one last time




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@duugro

Wow I need a rest after that

@benjimcdonald4522

Yah know somethings happening but your not really what it is do you mr. Piggy hahahaha what's up man

@dixonpinfold2582

When you hear that single note 0:28 you know you're in for it.

Very similar to the first guitar note, nine years later, on Wish You Were Here.

@Patrick96322

@@benjimcdonald4522 a little passive-agressive perhaps !?

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@@dixonpinfold2582 you mean that B note ?

@captainu.s.a.7980

He's worried about what he's going to tell his family when he gets home.Shit,he's already home.looking at the naked dude in his living room...

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@ferociousgumby

No one ever says this, but Dylan must have a phenomenal memory to retain all those long, long, convoluted lyrics by heart and give them back in concert. He still does this well into his '70s.

@hashamulhaq111

Yep . I’d give £1000 to Anyone who can sing the whole of ‘sad eyed lady of the low lands’ without reading the lyrics

@connerdearing

Coming from someone who plays and sings it is pretty impressive. Ny memory is absolute shit but somehow when I just speak the words come out right so maybe that’s how he felt too. When you practice them a couple times I think it becomes muscle memory but it’s different for everyone

@kierannee528

From what I've read and know about Bob Dylan, I wouldn't class it as "memory" in the traditional sense of the word. He says (and I believe him) that by the time he comes to write a song out for the first time he already knows it all in his head. When answering your very query he said that the lyrics are visual to him, so I guess he doesn't have to track through them line by line like the rest of us. I think what puts him above all other songwriters and poets etc is that his poetry is born out of performance, listening and playing in turn. Perfectly matching the written poetry of the beats to the rhythms of folk and blues music surely stands as one of music's great moments. Maybe the closest thing the 20th century had to Homer

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