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 dont understand Just what youll say When you get home
Because something is happening here But you dont 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 Its his And you say, whats 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 dont 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 dont 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
Youve been with the professors And theyve all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks Youve been through all of F. scott fitzgeralds books Youre very well read Its well known
Because something is happening here But you dont 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 dont 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, youre a cow Give me some milk Or else go home
Because something is happening here But you dont 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 dont know what it is Do you, mister jones?
Une chanson poignante, poétique et énigmatique - surréaliste - Dylan qui chante de toute sa morgue. Dans ce morceau d'anthologie, Bobby conte sur fond de piano menaçant, la chute des repères Kafkaïenne d'un personnage désespérément anonyme, Mr Jones. Insaisissable génie de Dylan, un poète, un vrai, des images, un rythme obsédant.
Merci Gilles pour ces moments d'éternité auditifs et merci Fish.
Tiens ! J'avais oublié ce morceau. Bonne re-découverte grâce à toi, Fish, car je ne suis pas une dingue de Bob, de mon côté - mais aussi, j'avoue, je connais peu. Et dans "I'm not there", j'y étais pas non plus !
You walk into the room
ReplyDeleteWith your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, who is that man?
You try so hard
But you dont understand
Just what youll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you dont 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
Its his
And you say, whats 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 dont 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 dont 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
Youve been with the professors
And theyve all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
Youve been through all of
F. scott fitzgeralds books
Youre very well read
Its well known
Because something is happening here
But you dont 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 dont 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, youre a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home
Because something is happening here
But you dont 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 dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?
Une chanson poignante, poétique et énigmatique - surréaliste - Dylan qui chante de toute sa morgue.
ReplyDeleteDans ce morceau d'anthologie, Bobby conte sur fond de piano menaçant, la chute des repères Kafkaïenne d'un personnage désespérément anonyme, Mr Jones.
Insaisissable génie de Dylan, un poète, un vrai, des images, un rythme obsédant.
Merci Gilles pour ces moments d'éternité auditifs et merci Fish.
Tiens ! J'avais oublié ce morceau. Bonne re-découverte grâce à toi, Fish, car je ne suis pas une dingue de Bob, de mon côté - mais aussi, j'avoue, je connais peu.
ReplyDeleteEt dans "I'm not there", j'y étais pas non plus !
Je veux dire : je l'ai vu et j'y étais pas non plus (précision essentielle !)
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