Escrita por
Bob Dylan, foi gravada em 29 de julho de 1965 e lançada em 7 de
setembro de 1965 em um compacto que tinha From a Buick 6 no Lado B.
Chegou ao número 1 no Canadá, número 7 nos charts pop americanos e
número 8 no Reino Unido. É a canção de número 206 das 500
maiores cançõe de todos os tempos da revista Rolling Stone. Foi
lançada entre os discos Highway 61 Revisited e Blonde on Blonde e
foi o compacto que veio depois do hit gigante Like a Rolling Stone.
Nao foi inclusa nos LPs. O título da música não aparece na letra.
Robert Gregg
tocou a bateria, Harvey Brooks tocou baixo, Paul Griffin piano, Al
Kooper órgão e Mike Bloomfield guitarra. Al Kooper que tocava
guitarra, virou o tocador oficial de Dylan depois de emplacar o órgão
de Like a Rolling Stone.
A letra de
Positively 4th Street é amarga e direta. Tendo em vista
que Like a Rolling Stone tambem é assim, ele devia estar muito irado
com alguma pessoa nessa época.
A 4th
Street fica localizada no coração de Manhattan, no Greenwich
Village, onde Dylan vivia. Era uma área central da música folk no
começo dos anos 1960s.
Alguns
críticos acreditam que Dylan escreveu pro pessoal do Greenwich
Village que começou a criticá-lo quando ele começou a usar
guitarra, em detrimento do violão.
Foi
regravada pelos Byrds em 1970 e Johnny Rivers em 1968, que foi a
preferida de Dylan. Também foi regravada por Jerry Garcia, Charly
Garcia, Simply Red, Bryan Ferry, Steve Wynn, entre outros.
A letra:
You got a lotta
nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinning
You got a lotta nerve
To say you gotta helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that's winning
You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt why then don't you show it
You say you've lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You have no faith to lose and you know it
I know the reason
that you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you're in with
Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the on who tries to hide what it don't know to begin with
You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say how are you good luck but you don't mean it
When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once and scream it
No I do not feel that good
when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I'd rob them
And though I know your dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand it's not my problem
I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And for just that one moment I could be you
Yes I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you
To say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinning
You got a lotta nerve
To say you gotta helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that's winning
You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt why then don't you show it
You say you've lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You have no faith to lose and you know it
I know the reason
that you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you're in with
Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the on who tries to hide what it don't know to begin with
You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say how are you good luck but you don't mean it
When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once and scream it
No I do not feel that good
when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I'd rob them
And though I know your dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand it's not my problem
I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And for just that one moment I could be you
Yes I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you
A versão maravilhosa de Johnny Rivers:
A versão dos Byrds:
A versão de Bryan
Ferry:
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