’Til I Fell In Love With You (1997) part 4


by Jochen Markhorst

IV         It Keeps Rainin’

Junk is piling up, taking up space
My eyes feel like they’re falling off my face
Sweat falling down, I’m staring at the floor
I’m thinking about that girl who won’t be back no more
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
I was all right ’til I fell in love with you

“He soon got used to the various changes in his room. It had become a habit in the family to push into his room things there was no room for elsewhere, and there were plenty of these now.” The family treats Gregor more and more as what he, in fact, is: an annoying insect. At first, Grete, the sister who has taken on the care, still has a loving urge to give “him as wide a field as possible to crawl in and of removing the pieces of furniture that hindered him,” but after the painstaking process of habituation and the growing irritation, Gregor’s room degenerates into a junk room. Junk is piling up, taking up space.

Dylan communicates in this fourth verse the same claustrophobic feeling as Kafka in Die Verwandlung (“The Metamorphosis”, 1912), but we may assume that in “’Til I Fell In Love With You” it is meant purely metaphorically – to express a panic-stricken state of mind of the protagonist. He feels, just like the narrator in “Mississippi”, trapped and tight as the corner that I painted myself in, and

Time is pilin’ up, we struggle and we scrape
We’re all boxed in, nowhere to escape

An identical state of mind, very similar word choice (Time is pilin’ up versus Junk is piling up; thinking about Rosie versus thinking about that girl; my eyes go blind versus my eyes feel like they’re falling off my face )… it starts to look like “’Til I Fell In Love With You” is one of the reasons for Dylan’s unforgivable decision to discard “Mississippi” from Time Out Of Mind.

It might even be the same narrator, one might think after hearing the last two stanzas. In the last verse of this song, the narrator considers going “Dixie bound”, the narrator in “Mississippi” has meanwhile arrived in the South, coming from the North (“I got here following the southern star”). And seems to be haunted by a similar unspeakable something that is insinuated in this song now, at the end.

The narrator’s panic-stricken claustrophobic attack in “’Til I Fell In Love With You” is followed by a bizarre emotion that is hard to fathom: “My eyes feel like they’re falling off my face”. Either he is crying very, very hard, or his subconscious has a very strong need to stop seeing something. In the canon, we recognise at most a half-resemblance of the latter option to the gruesome climax in Oedipus Rex, when Oedipus is so shocked by the crimes he has unknowingly committed that he gouges out his eyes. And furthermore, we only know about eyeballs popping out from Spongebob and Tex Avery’s whistling wolf in Little Red Walking Hood – but it is highly unlikely that Dylan is trying to drive the listener’s associations towards Looney Tunes. No, apparently there is something particularly shocking there, so shocking that the eyes want to leave their owner. But what?

The lyrics are, as we can reconstruct thanks to the outtakes on Tell-Tale Signs, largely pasted together from scraps of the rejected “Marchin’ To The City” (57% of the 277 words come from that outtake), making it less obvious that Dylan had a narrative in mind when he sat down for “’Til I Fell In Love With You”. It’s more like, as in many Dylan songs, Dylan gets inspired by his own words while he’s writing, arrives at a hint of a scenario, and then doesn’t worry about plot holes or incongruities – it’s lyrical poetry, after all.

He seems to want to build in a hint of a murder ballad now, about halfway through the song’s lyrics. The opening, with its claustrophobic panic attack, is then retroactively given a kind of logical underpinning; Sweat falling down, I’m staring at the floor / I’m thinking about that girl who won’t be back no more suggests the aftershock of a dramatic climax, of a man who, panting, stands bent over the corpse of the woman he has killed to his own dismay – she won’t be back no more, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. In which, incidentally, Dylan incorporates a nod to Fats Domino, to his 1961 hit “It Keeps Rainin’”, probably out of playfulness. At least, the way Dylan, especially in live-versions, sings “she won’t be back no more”, is very much à la Domino’s “she won’t be back no mo’ah’” – also as a rhyme word for the preceding “floor”, by the way;

She left me reelin' an rockin'
Walkin' the floor
She lef' a note last night
She won't be back no mo'

Reasoning back, the preceding stanzas are then something like fragments of a bitter quarrel, fragments of scenes, echoes of reproaches back and forth. A sentence like I’m gonna win my way to wealth and fame is, in that scenario, not spoken by the protagonist, but by his female counterpart while she is packing her suitcase. “I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence”, the second line, expresses the strangling panic attack that overwhelms the narrator when she says she is going to leave him. And so, with some adjustments, each line of the text can be interpreted as a non-chronological account of a murder and the run-up to it.

It is, of course, a facile interpretation. Well, lazy even. All exaggerations, incongruities and untruths in the text would then be explained by the stressed, and therefore unreliable, state of mind of the narrator in the first minutes after a traumatic event. But then again – still more conclusive than the interpreters who get no further than “a pretty nasty song” (Heylin), “reflections of a man who still trusts in God” (Beckwith), a lost love (Weir) or “dull and pointless” (Kevin P. Davis in Judas! #19).  But, by far, most commentators and Dylanologists ignore the song.

Still, everyone does agree that he is in some kind of trouble, this narrator. He should leave. And go South, for some reason…


To be continued. Next up ’Til I Fell In Love With You part 5 (final): Still among the living, all of them


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  1. The eyes that feel like they’re falling off his face are his spectacles:

    You want spectacles, your eyes are dim
    Turn inside out, and turn your eyes within
    Your sins like motes in the sun do swim
    (Taylor: Accusations Of The Inward Man)

    Which beings us back to the silhouette of the Sad-Eyed Lady and his sunglasses
    (warehouse eyes).

    I’ll make everything perfectly clear…. presently.

  2. The Puritans, nor knowing if they are members of the ‘elect’ or not, leave for America, the Promised Land, in search of the ‘American Dream’ – inner directioned self-reliance, not outward instruction, considered the key to success which in turn smacks of a sign of salvation.

    Any Euro-centric view of Dylan’s artistic output has to be counterbalanced by Dylan’s knowledge of Americana.

  3. Rather dubious is “my way” suddenly getting lifted and shifted by Jochen to the gal that haunts the narrator rather than to the narrator who’s, given the context, more likely the one heading out for wealth and fame.

    In a different context, the figurative gal raven at “my window” in Minus Zero is surely misconstrued by Jochen as a hauntress though it be she who has the broken wing.

    In short, those who criticize other interpreters of Dylan’s often ambiguous lyrics
    ( providing these interpreters provide credible supporting ‘evidence’ from the text), ought first to heal thine selves.

    Hold the rag close to your face, now is the time for your tears.

  4. Individual hypocrisy based on the ‘”sin of hubris”, false pride, is the usual path taken by the Dylan persona in regards to the critique of the norms within New Babylon.

    Mysteriousc G-d for the most part apparently unknowable.

    Certainly the critique has nothing to do with the sanctification of the economic system known as capitalism by Karl Marx’s concept of a religious superstructure.

  5. Murder ballads or no,”Mississippi” and “Til I Fell” are both part of the Dylan officially released canon.

    Who among us has the hubris, assuredly as a member of the unknown Elect, to suggest it’s an “unforgivable decision” to place the two songs in the order of release in which they were.

    The gods of the music industry surely not amused.

  6. Orthodox Puritans latch onto the “Gnostic-like” assertion that the material world is hopelessly corrupt and depraved.

    The only ones who are going to escape it are the ‘chosen elect’ …..

    in the spiritual Afterlife

    They can’t help it if they’re lucky.

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