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 boneBecause 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 organizationsYou’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 knownBecause 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 earphonesBecause something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
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The echo reinforces the prosecution tone. Beautiful. Thanks Hall
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?