Escrita por
Bob Dylan, foi gravada em 14 de fevereiro de 1966 e lançada em 16 de
maio de 1966 no disco Blonde on Blonde.
Com letra
que constrasta o mundano e o absurdo, 4th time around fala de um
romance que deu errado. A canção gira em torno de ações e breves
narrativas de um homem e uma mulher que estão no meio de uma briga.
A história é contada a uma terceira pessoa que vai ficando aos
poucos o ponto central da história e tambem sua platéia.
A canção
começa com um resumo da briga. “When she said don't waste your
words, they're just lies, I cried she was deaf”. Quando ela disse
não gaste suas palavras, elas são apenas mentira, eu gritei que ela
estava surda”.
A canção
continua com o nível de raiva e conflito aumentando até que a
protagonista feminina cai no chão. Nessa hora, o protagonista
masculino a cobre, vai nas coisas dela e parte pra falar com a
terceira pessoa que está na história.
Trata-se de
uma resposta à Norwegian Wood, dos Beatles, de 1965, do disco Rubber
Soul. A melodia, a letra e o tempo ¾ são similares. Norwegian wood
foi uma das primeiras canções dos Beatles onde a letra foi mais
importante do que a música e mostrou uma óbvia influencia de Dylan.
A letra:
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 hummel
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 dont ask for mine.
"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 hummel
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 dont ask for mine.
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