November 4: Bob Dylan Ballad Of a Thin Man live in Stockholm 2011

bob dylan stockholm 2011

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?

GREAT video!

Globe Arena
Stockholm, Sweden
4 November 2011

  • Bob Dylan (vocal & keyboard)
  • Stu Kimball (guitar)
  • Charlie Sexton (guitar)
  • Donnie Herron (violin, mandolin, steel guitar)
  • Tony Garnier (bass)
  • George Receli (drums & percussion)


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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2 thoughts on “November 4: Bob Dylan Ballad Of a Thin Man live in Stockholm 2011”

  1. Ballad of a Con Man (with apologies to Bob Dylan)
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvW_lXX9pI4

    Ballad of an Orange Man ……for Donald Trump
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siYZaXhsVtY

    “Ballad Of A Thin Man” appears on Highway 61 Revisited—Bob Dylan’s sixth studio album—released August 30, 1965.

    Original Song

    Live Performance
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-AN2rfP6Wcc
    Lyrics
    https://genius.com/1391346
    https://bobdylan.com/songs/ballad-thin-man/

    Urban Dictionary: Trumping

    1. To deny that you said something in the past even though you have, in fact, said it many times before
    2. Attempting to trump someone’s argument (pun intended) by simply being louder and more obnoxious than they are
    3. Making a claim or offering an opinion on a subject for which you have absolutely no experience or knowledge
    4. When a demagogue uses hyperbole ad nauseam; to grandstand in an all-talk, no-plan fashion
    5. Answering a question with anything that is in your head, other than the question asked

    BALLAD OF A TRUMPING MAN

    You walk into the Oval Office
    With your smartphone in your hand
    You see David Duke smile
    And you say, “Who is that man?”
    You try so hard
    But you don’t understand
    You tell the Survivor staff
    “This joint’s a real dump!”

    ‘Cause something is happening here
    But you don’t know what it is
    Do you, Mister Trump?

    You hit your golf ball
    Then you ask, “Is this where it is?”
    And General Kelly points to you and says
    “It is”
    And you say, “That’s mine?”
    And Don Junior says, “Where what is?”
    And you say, “Oh my God
    I just beat Forrest Gump!”

    But something is happening
    And you don’t care what it is
    Do you, Mister Trump?

    You pardon Sheriff Joe
    Your face on yuge TVs
    The base bows down to you
    Ah, those precious Phoenix memories
    And you ask, “How does it feel
    To be white like me?”
    You think they’re terrific
    So you give them fist-pumps

    And something is alt-right here
    But you don’t see what it is
    Do you, Mister Trump?

    You have many contacts
    Among the paid hacks
    To get you facts
    When the press attacks your imagination
    But nobody has any respect
    Anyway they already expect you
    To just give applause
    To climate denier pollutin’ organizations

    You’ve been with your accountants
    Fox & Friends like your looks
    With great lawyers you have
    Discussed Russians and crooks
    You’ve been through all of
    Barron’s Grade 5 textbooks
    You’re very well read
    You’re no chump

    But something is happening here
    And you don’t smell what it is
    Do you, Mister Trump?

    Well, the Bible preacher, he comes up to you
    And then he kneels
    He crosses himself
    And he thinks you make great deals
    And without further notice
    He asks you how it feels
    And he says, “I want my soul back,
    I’m in a slump”

    And you know something is happening
    But you don’t like what it is
    Do you, Mister Trump?

    Now you see this man in white
    Saying the word “Seek”
    And you ask, “For what reason?”
    And he says, “Be meek”
    And you ask, “What does this mean?”
    And he says, “Your life’s bleak.
    Give the poor all your wealth
    Or follow the man Trump”

    And you know something’s happening
    But you don’t know who he is
    Do you, Mister Trump?

    Well, you fly to Mar-a-Lago
    Watch CNN and then you frown
    You keep the dossier in your pocket
    And your hair in a mound
    There ought to be a law
    Against you lyin’ around
    You should be made
    To wear speed bumps

    ‘Cause the joke is on you now
    And you don’t get what it is
    Do you, Mister Trump?

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