From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson)
Fourth Time Around - Bob Dylan
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('Blonde on Blonde' album)
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When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies," I cried she was deaf.
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And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, "What else you got left?"
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It was then that I got up to leave But she said, "Don't forget,
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Ev'rybody must give something back For something they get."
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I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
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And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, "Don't get cute."
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So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs,
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And gallantly handed her My very last peice of gum.
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She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ry-one walked.
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And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked.
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I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense,
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Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against...
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Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some.
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She said, "No, dear." I said, "Your words aren't clear, You'd better spit out your gum."
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She screamed till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor,
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And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer.
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And when I was through, I filled up my shoe And brought it to you.
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And you, you took me in, You loved me then, You didn't waste time.
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And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.
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Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se
Bob Dylan - 4th Time Around
Bob Dylan - 4th Time Around
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Copyright - 1966 Columbia Records
"4th Time Around" is a song by Bob Dylan on his 1966 album, Blonde on Blonde.
Narrative
With lyrics that contrast the mundane with the absurd, "4th Time Around" is suggestive of a young romance. The song revolves around the actions and brief spoken phrases of a man and a woman, who are presumably in the midst of a lover's quarrel. It opens with what could be interpreted as the climax of an argument "When she said/ Don't waste your words, they're just lies/ I cried she was deaf." The narrator refers to the woman as "she" throughout the song, but in the last stanza begins to address someone directly, using the pronoun "you", i.e. "you took me in,/you loved me then". Musically speaking, the simple folk melody of the song contrasts with the more blues-rock oriented sound of most of Blonde on Blonde.
Comparisons to "Norwegian Wood"
"4th Time Around" was commonly speculated to be a response to The Beatles' song "Norwegian Wood" - written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney for their 1965 album Rubber Soul - as the two tracks share a reasonably similar melody and lyrical premise. "Norwegian Wood" was considered an artistic leap for Lennon, as it was his earliest story-song and showed an obvious Dylan-influence. "4th Time Around" has been seen as either a playful homage, or a satirical warning to Lennon about co-opting Dylan's well-known songwriting devices. Lennon himself felt it to be a somewhat pointed parody of "Norwegian Wood". Lennon later told his biographer that he considered Dylan's effort to be more a playful homage. Still, the last line of "4th Time Around" can be interpreted as more bitter than playful: "I never asked for your crutch./ Now don't ask for mine." In the context of the Dylan-Lennon rivalry, this line can be interpreted as Dylan warning Lennon not to use Dylan's songs as a "crutch" for Lennon's songwriting.
However, this line can also be read a comment aimed at Joan Baez. During his early career, Baez had championed Dylan as a rising talent and regularly called him on stage with her when touring. As Dylan became the more popular artist, she expected the same treatment, but Dylan was reluctant to share the spotlight. In "4th Time around", Dylan may have been commenting on their break-up and the feeling that he had never relied on her support (or "crutch"), while Baez was now leaning on her Dylan connection for credibility.
Lyrics:
When she said,
"Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get."
I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.
She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
And after finding I'd
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .
Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear."
I said, "Your words aren't clear,
You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawer.
And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then
You didn't waste time.
And I, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch.
Now don't ask for mine.
Blonde on Blonde - 12 4th Time Around
4th Time Around
When she said,
"Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get."
I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.
She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
And after finding I'd
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .
Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear."
I said, "Your words aren't clear,
You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawer.
And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then
You didn't waste time.
And I, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch.
Now don't ask for mine.
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