Don't Come Around
Mistah F.A.B. Lyrics


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Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore

Though I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore

Darling, I guess my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless why stir up memories?

Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for?




Awf'lly diff'rent without you
Don't get around much anymore

Overall Meaning

In Mistah F.A.B.'s song Don't Come Around, he astutely blends the melancholy tones of the trumpet in Duke Ellington's "Don't Get Around Much Anymore" with the lyrics of a failed relationship. The opening lines show the regret of not having someone there to share a joyful moment with, a fitting image for a breakup where memories are now just reminders of what once was. Mistah F.A.B. portrays a sense of aimlessness in trying to move forward, as he walks up to the club but cannot bring himself to go in, fearing the questions he would face about his significant other.

The lines "Darling, I guess my mind's more at ease, But nevertheless why stir up memories?" depict the two inner voices battling it out within oneself. On the one hand, it is easier to keep moving forward and not dwell in the past. On the other hand, the memory of the past is all that is left, and there is a struggle not to be consumed by it. The final verse speaks of an invitation to go on a date that he declines, as he knows it wouldn't be the same without his former partner by his side. The song ends with the same haunting trumpet tune that started it all, making the listener yearn for the unresolved emotions that the song brought to life.


Line by Line Meaning

Missed the Saturday dance
I didn't go to the dance on Saturday


Heard they crowded the floor
I heard a lot of people went to the dance and the dance floor was crowded


Couldn't bear it without you
I couldn't handle going to the dance without you


Don't get around much anymore
I don't go out much anymore


Though I'd visit the club
I thought about going to the club


Got as far as the door
But I didn't actually go in, I only made it to the door


They'd have asked me about you
If I went to the club, people would have asked me about you


Don't get around much anymore
I don't go out much anymore


Darling, I guess my mind's more at ease
I feel more relaxed and at peace now


But nevertheless why stir up memories?
But even though I feel at ease, why bring back memories?


Been invited on dates
I've been asked out on dates


Might have gone but what for?
I might have gone on the dates, but what's the point?


Awf'lly diff'rent without you
It's really different without you


Don't get around much anymore
I don't go out much anymore




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Duke Ellington, Bob Russell

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cudda calhoun

Kiese Went hard on this!!!

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RIP KEISE FROST

esotericagenda

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