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A Brilliant 1989 Album, Oh Mercy; Some Career Retrospectives; And Two Albums Of American Folk Songs, With Just Bob Dylan And His Guitar And Harmonica. All That Culminated In The Grammy-winning Comeback Album, Time Out Of Mind (1997). Once Again, Just As Dylan Seemed To Be Out Of It, He Was Back At The Top Of His Game.

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A Brilliant 1989 Album,

Bob Dylan

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A Brilliant 1989 Album, Oh Mercy; Some Career Retrospectives; And Two Albums Of American Folk Songs, With Just Bob Dylan And His Guitar And Harmonica. All That Culminated In The Grammy-winning Comeback Album, Time Out Of Mind (1997). Once Again, Just As Dylan Seemed To Be Out Of It, He Was Back At The Top Of His Game.

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People Have A Hard Time Accepting Anything That Overwhelms Them.

You Shouldn't Let Other People Get Your Kicks For You.

When I Think Of Mystery, I Don't Think About Myself. I Think Of The Universe, Like Why Does The Moon Rise When The Sun Falls? Caterpillars Turn Into Butterflies? I Really Haven't Remained A Recluse.

You Can't Be Happy By Doing Something Groovy.

Let The Dead Bury The Dead, Your Time Will Come.

I Don't Think I'm Tangible To Myself.

Behind Every Beautiful Thing, There's Some Kind Of Pain.

It Is The First Line That Gives The Inspiration And Then It's Like Riding A Bull. Either You Just Stick With It, Or You Don't.

They Can't Hurt Me. Sure, They Can Crush You And Kill You. They Can Lay You Out On 42nd And Broadway And Put Hoses On You And Flush You In The Sewers And Put You On The Subway And Carry You Out To Coney Island And Bury You On The Ferris Wheel. But I Refuse To Sit Here And Worry About Dying.

Loneliness Got A Mind Of Its Own The More People Around The More You Feel Alone

My Love Is Like Some Raven At My Window With A Broken Wing.

Let Me Ask You One Question Is Your Money That Good Will It Buy You Forgiveness Do You Think That It Could I Think You Will Find When Your Death Takes Its Toll All The Money You Made Will Never Buy Back Your Soul

If Ever Asked To Look At Yourself, Don't.

Look At Yourself

What Politics I Ever Learned, I Learned In The Streets, Because It Was Part Of The Environment.

As I Stepped To The Stage To Pick Up My Degree, And The Locusts Sang Off In The Distance.

What's Money? A Man Is A Success If He Gets Up In The Morning And Goes To Bed At Night And In Between Does What He Wants To Do.

It May Look Like I'm Moving But I'm Standing Still.

All These People That I Used To Know, They're An Illusion To Me Now. Some Are Mathematicians, Some Are Carpenters' Wives.

Bob Has Never Written A Bad Song. Bob Dylan Is A Genius.

I Play These [folk Acoustic] Concerts And I Ask Myself, 'would You Come See Me Tonight?' - And I'd Have To Answer Truthfully, 'no, I Wouldn't Come. I'd Rather Be Doin' Something Else, Really I Would. That Something Else Is Rock... The Words Are Pictures, And The Rock's Gonna Help Me Flesh Out The Colors Of The Pictures. (1965)

There's No Black And White, Left And Right To Me Anymore; There's Only Up And Down And Down Is Very Close To The Ground. And I'm Trying To Go Up Without Thinking About Anything Trivial Such As Politics. They Have Got Nothing To Do With It. I'm Thinking About The General People And When They Get Hurt.

Black And White

Pain Sure Does Bring Out The Best In People, Doesn't It?

I Fought With My Twin, The Enemy Within.

So, I Don't Know. I Think So. It's All In The Heart, Whatever Keeps You That Way. Keeps You Forever Young. Forever Young Doesn't Necessarily Mean That You Don't Grow Old, But You Just Have Some Contact With What Put You Where You Are. You Know, Keep Some Type Of Contact. Anyway...

I Say There're No Depressed Words Just Depressed Minds.

I Make My Stand And Remain As I Am, And Bid Farewell And Not Give A Damn.

I'll Stand Over Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead.

I Once Loved A Girl, Her Skin It Was Bronze With The Innocence Of A Lamb, She Was Gentle Like A Fawn I Courted Her Proudly But Now She Is Gone Gone As The Season She's Taken

There Must Be Some Kind Of Way Out Of Here,' Said The Joker To The Thief.

May You Build A Ladder To The Stars And Climb On Every Rung. May You Stay Forever Young.

There's Been Rumors Of War And Wars That Have Been The Meaning Of Life Has Been Lost In The Wind And Some People Thinkin' That The End Is Close By 'stead Of Learnin' To Live They Are Learnin' To Die

Everybody Knows By Now That There's A Gazillion Books On Me Either Out Or Coming Out In The Near Future. So I'm Encouraging Anybody Who's Ever Met Me, Heard Me Or Even Seen Me, To Get In On The Action And Scribble Their Own Book. You Never Know, Somebody Might Have A Great Book In Them.

That's Another Way Of Writing A Song, Of Course. Just Talking To Somebody That Ain't There. That's The Best Way. That's The Truest Way. Then It Just Becomes A Question Of How Heroic Your Speech Is. To Me, It's Something To Strive After.

I Was Born A Long Way From Where I Belong And I Am On My Way Home.

I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children.

You’re A Cow Give Me Some Milk Or Else Go Home

Bob Dylan Was Again An Entirely New Person - This Time Old, Craggy, Cynical, And World-weary, As In "not Dark Yet".

The Walls Of Pride Are High And Wide, Can't See Over To The Other Side.

Well, I Sing By Night, Wander By Day. I'm On The Road And It Looks Like I'm Here To Stay.

May You Grow Up To Be Righteous, May You Grow Up To Be True. May You Always Know The Truth And See The Lights Surrounding You. May You Always Be Courageous, Stand Upright And Be Strong. May You Stay Forever Young.

His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And Splendid.

Why Nicolas Sarkozy Is The Head Of France, [he Is] Warm And Extremely Likeable.

You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody; Well, It May Be The Devil, Or It May Be The Lord, But You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody.

I Wouldn't Even Think Of Playing Music If I Was Born In These Times. I Wouldn't Even Listen To The Radio.

Sometimes I Wonder What It's Gonna Take To Find Dignity.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.

Folk Songs Are Evasive-the Truth About Life, And Life Is More Or Less A Lie, But Then Again That's Exactly The Way We Want It To Be. We Wouldn't Be Comfortable With It Any Other Way. A Folk Song Has Over A Thousand Faces And You Must Meet Them All If You Want To Play This Stuff. A Folk Song Might Vary In Meaning And It Might Not Appear The Same From One Moment To The Next. It Depends On Who's Playing And Who's Listening.

The Land Created Me. I'm Wild And Lonesome. Even As I Travel The Cities, I'm More At Home In The Vacant Lots.

Suddenly I Found You And The Spirit In Me Sings, Don't Have To Look No Further, You're The Soul Of Many Things.

I Feel Like I'm Knockin' On Heaven's Door.

You're Better Than No One And No One Is Better Than You.

Better Than You

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

Everybody Has Their Own Idea Of What's A Poet. Robert Frost, President Johnson, T.s.eliot, Rudolf Valentino - They're All Poets. I Like To Think Of Myself As The One Who Carries The Light Bulb.

I'm Not The Kind Of Cat That's Going To Cut Off An Ear If I Can't Do Something.

I Come From Way North. We'd Listen To Radio Shows All The Time. I Think I Was The Last Generation, Or Pretty Close To The Last One, That Grew Up Without Tv.

Some Times I Think This Whole World Is One Big Prison Yeard Some Of Us Are Prisoners The Rest Of Us Are Guards

You'll Find God In The Church Of Your Choice, You'll Find Woody Guthrie In The Brooklyn State Hospital.

I'm Not Going To Read Any Of These Magazines. I Mean, Because They've Just Got Too Much To Lose By Printing The Truth. You Know That.

Let Me Drink From The Waters Where The Mountain Streams Flood Let The Smell Of Wildflowers Flow Free Through My Blood Let Me Sleep In Your Meadows With The Green Grassy Leaves Let Me Walk Down The Highway With My Brother In Peace Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under The Ground.

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? Use Your Arms And Your Legs, It Won't Ruin You

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

Ironically, This Was Bob Dylan's Period [1967-74] Of Greatest Fame.

You Say You're Looking For Someone Who'll Pick You Up Each Time You Fall, To Gather Flowers Constantly And To Come Each Time You Call, A Lover Your Life And Nothing More. But It Ain't Me, Babe.

Chaos Is A Friend Of Mine.

There Are No Truths Outside The Gates Of Eden.

I Was Never A Topical Songwriter.

If You Don't Believe There's A Price For This Sweet Paradise, Just Remind Me To Show You The Scars.

Creativity Has Much To Do With Experience, Observation And Imagination, And If Any One Of Those Key Elements Is Missing, It Doesn't Work.

Freedom Just Around The Corner For You, But With The Truth So Far Off, What Good Will It Do?

I Consider Myself A Poet First And A Musician Second. I Live Like A Poet And I'll Die Like A Poet.

Some Formulas Are Too Complex And I Don't Want Anything To Do With Them.

God Is In Heaven, And We All Want What's His. But Power And Greed And Corruptible Seed Seem To Be All That There Is.

They Kill People Here Who Stand Up For Their Rights The System's Just Too Damned Corrupt It's Always The Same, The Name Of The Game Is Who Do You Know Higher Up

A Song Is Anything That Can Walk By Itself.

We're Living In Times Where Men Commit Crimes And Crime Don't Have A Face.

I Wanted To Understand Things And Then Be Free Of Them. I Needed To Learn How To Telescope Things, Ideas. Things Were Too Big To See All At Once, Like All The Books In The Library-everything Laying Around On All The Tables. You Might Be Able To Put It All Into One Paragraph Or Into One Verse Of A Song If You Could Get It Right.

I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A Thousand Miles Behind.

Rumble Is The Best Instrumental Ever.

My Favorite Politician Was Arizona Senator Barry Goldwater, Who Reminded Me Of Tom Mix, And There Wasn't Any Way To Explain That To Anybody.

You Must Be Vulnerable To Be Sensitive To Reality. And To Be Vulnerable Is Just Another Way Of Saying That One Has Nothing More To Lose. I Don't Have Anything But Darkness To Lose.

I Been Meek, And Hard Like An Oak, I Seen Pretty People Disappear Like Smoke. Friends Will Arrive, Friends Will Disappear. If You Want Me, Honey Baby, I'll Be Here.

Whatever People See - Tv In My Mind Forms People's Opinions.

They Said, Congratulations You Got What It Takes. They Sent Him Back To The Rat Race Without Any Brakes.

Congratulations

Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

People Call You This Or That. But I Can't Respond Because Then It Seems Like I'm Defensive, You Know, What Does It Matter, Really?

How Many A Year Has Passed And Gone And Many Gamble Has Been Lost And Won, And Many A Road Taken By A Friend And Each One I've Never Seen Again.

Proud To Steal Her Anything She Sees, But You Will Wind Up Peeking Through Her Key Hole Down Upon Your Knees.

Low Self Esteem

Well Now What's The Use In Dreamin' You Got Better Things To Do Dreams Never Did Work For Me Anyway Even When They Did Come True

Even If You Don't Have All The Things You Want, Be Grateful For The Things You Don't Have That You Don't Want (bob Dylan's Dad)

Look, You Know I Don't Wanna Come On Ungrateful, But That Warren Report, You Know As Well As Me, Just Didn't Make It. You Know, Like They Might As Well Have Asked Some Banana Salesman From Des Moines, Who Was Up In Toronto On The Big Day, If He Saw Anyone Around Looking Suspicious/.

Hold It, Doc, A World War Passed Through My Brain. He Said, Nurse, Get Your Pad, This Boy's Insane.

You Breathed On Me And Made My Life A Richer One To Live, When I Was Deep In Poverty You Taught Me How To Give. Dried The Tears Up From My Dreams And Pulled Me From My Hole, Quenched My Thirst And Satisfied The Burning In My Soul.

They Self-inflict Punishment On Their Own Broken Lives, Put Their Faith In Their Possessions, In Their Jobs, Or Their Wives.

Walkin' Through The Leaves Fallin' From The Trees, Feelin' Like A Stranger Nobody Sees.

Johnny's In The Basement Mixing Up The Medicine I'm On The Pavement Thinking 'bout The Government.

She Makes Love Just Like A Woman.

Some Of The Old Folk Singers Used To Phrase Things In An Interesting Way, And Then, I Got My Style From Seeing A Lot Of Outdoor-type Poets, Who Would Recite Their Poetry. When You Don't Have A Guitar, You Recite Things Differently, And There Used To Be Quite A Few Poets In The Jazz Clubs, Who Would Recite With A Different Type Of Attitude.

How Many Times Must A Man Look Up Before He Can See The Sky? Yes, 'n' How Many Ears Must One Man Have Before He Can Hear People Cry? Yes, 'n' How Many Deaths Will It Take Till He Knows That Too Many People Have Died? The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

Somebody Had To Be Bob Dylan. I Guess I Was Best Equipped To Do The Job.

You Can Have Your Youth It'll Rot Before Your Eyes

Don't Forget To Support Your Public Library.

The Atom Bomb Fueled The Entire World That Came After It. It Showed That Indiscriminate Killing And Indiscriminate Homicide On A Mass Level Was Possible ... Whereas If You Look At Warfare Up Until That Point, You Had To See Somebody To Shoot Them Or Maim Them, You Had To Look At Them. You Don't Have To Do That Anymore.

Fame It's Like... When You Look Through A Window, Say You Pass A Little Pub, Or An Inn. You Look Through The Window And You See People Talking And Carrying On. You,can Watch Outside The Window And See Them All Being Very Real With Each Other. But When You Walk Into The Room, It's Over. I Don't Pay Any Attention To It.

Someone Showed Me A Picture And I Just Laughed, Dignity Never Been Photographed.

She Never Stumbles, She's Got No Place To Fall. She's Nobody's Child, The Law Can't Touch Her At All.

You Have To Know That You're The Best Whether Anybody Else Tells You That Or Not. And That You'll Be Around, In One Way Or Another, Longer Than Anybody Else. Somewhere Inside Of You, You Have To Believe That.

You Re The Best

Your Mind Is A Your Temple, Keep It Beautiful And Free. Don't Let An Egg Get Laid In It By Something You Can't See.

Come Writers And Critics Who Prophesize With Your Pen And Keep Your Eyes Wide The Chance Won't Come Again And Don't Speak Too Soon For The Wheel's Still In Spin And There's No Tellin' Who That It's Namin' For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win For The Times They Are A-changin'.

The Song Was There Before Me, Before I Came Along. I Just Sorta Came Down And Just Sorta Took It Down With A Pencil, But It Was There Before I Came Around.

A Song Is Like A Dream, And You Try To Make It Come True. They're Like Strange Countries That You Have To Enter.

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number

Everything That I'm Saying You Can Say It Just As Good

It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry

Take Me On A Trip Upon Your Magic Swirling Ship.

God Bless Them Pretty Women, I Wish They Was Mine, Their Breath Is As Sweet, The Dew On The Vine.

An Artist Has Got To Be Constantly In A State Of Becoming.

I Gave Her My Heart But She Wanted My Soul.

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There

Keep A Clean Nose, Watch The Plain-clothes.

Yes, And Only If My Own True Love Was Waiting If I Could Hear His Heart Softly Pounding Yes, And Only If He Was Lying By Me Would I Lie In My Bed Once Again.

I'm Good With Songs I Haven't Written, If I Like Them. I'm Glad I Didn't Write Any Of Them. I Already Know How They Go, So I Have More Freedom With Them. I Understand These Songs. I've Known Them For 40 Years, 50 Years, Maybe Longer, And They Make A Lot Of Sense. So I'm Not Coming To Them Like A Stranger.

I Do Know What My Songs Are About.

The One Who Is Not Being Born Is Dying.

In The Meantime [1965-67], [bob] Dylan Was Again Writing Some Of The Best Love Songs In The Genre, Like "visions Of Johanna," "just Like A Woman," And "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands."

Now The Wintertime Is Coming The Windows Are Filled With Frost I Went To Tell Everybody But I Could Not Get Across Well, I Wanna Be Your Lover, Baby I Don't Wanna Be Your Boss Don't Say I Never Warned You When Your Train Gets Lost.

Satan Will Give You A Little Taste, Then He'll Move In With Rapid Speed.

The Purpose Of Art Is To Stop Time.

She Can Play My Guitar Note For Note, She Likes To Stick Her Tongue Down My Throat.

Everything Passes, Everything Changes, Just Do What You Think You Should Do.

I Hate Myself For Loving You And The Weakness That It Showed. You Were Just A Painted Face On A Trip Down To Suicide Road.

I Can Be Jubilant One Moment And Pensive The Next, And A Cloud Could Go By And Make That Happen.

But Even The President Of The United States Sometimes Must Have To Stand Naked.

You've Got A Lotta Nerve To Say You Are My Friend. When I Was Down You Just Stood There A Grinin

An Artist Has Got To Be Careful Never Really To Arrive At A Place Where He Thinks He's At Somewhere. You Always Have To Realize That You're Constantly In A State Of Becoming. And, As Long As You Can Stay In That Realm You'll Sort Of Be Alright.

We're Constantly Being Bombarded By Insulting And Humiliating Music, Which People Are Making For You The Way They Make Those Wonder Bread Products. Just As Food Can Be Bad For Your System, Music Can Be Bad For Your Spiritual And Emotional Feelings. It Might Taste Good Or Clever, But In The Long Run, It's Not Going To Do Anything For You.

I Was Lookin' High An' Low For Them Reds Everywhere, I Was Lookin' In The Sink An' Underneath The Chair. I Looked Way Up My Chimney Hole, I Even Looked Deep Inside My Toilet Bowl.

If You Try To Be Anyone But Yourself, You Will Fail; If You Are Not True To Your Own Heart, You Will Fail. Then Again, There's No Success Like Failure

In The Valley Of The Giants Where The Stars And Stripes Explode, The Peaches They Were Sweet And The Milk And Honey Flowed.

I Think A Poet Is Anybody Who Wouldn't Call Himself A Poet.

The "joker" Here ["all Along The Watchtower" ] Is The Older [bob] Dylan Himself, Whining About Exploitation, And The Thief's Rejoinder Re-contextualizes The Earlier Critique Into The Religious Frames That Would Become More Prominent As Time Went On.

There Used To Be A Time When The Idea Of Heroes Was Important. People Grew Up Sharing Those Myths And Legends And Ideals. Now They Grow Up Sharing Mcdonalds And Disneyland.

When It Came Time To Hire A Guitar Player ... I Didn't Even Have To Think About It ... Mike Bloomfield Was The Best Guitar Player I'd Ever Heard.

You've Got To Lose Your Passion For Dumbness.

I Could Stay With You Forever And Never Realize The Time.

When Blackness Was A Virtue And The Road Was Full Of Mud, I Came In From The Wilderness, A Creature Void Of Form.

Without Freedom Of Speech, I Might Be In The Swamp

Freedom Of Speech

I Like Spiritual Songs. They Struck Me As Truthful And Serious. They Brought Me Down To Earth And They Lifted Me Up All In The Same Moment.

I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making The Music I'm Making In My Head, So I'll Have To Do It Myself.

If You Choose To Live Outside The Law, You Must Obey The Law More Stringently Than Anyone.

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

She Speaks With A Stutter And She And She Walks With A Hop. I Don't Know Why I Love Her, But I Just Can't Stop.

You Want To Know About Creativity? Just Go Out And Buy That Book Imagine By Jonah Lehrer. It's Only $29.00 In Hardcover.

If I Had Rubies, Riches, And Crowns, I'd Buy The Whole World And Change Things Around.

Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground, I Can't Shoot Them Anymore. That Long Black Cloud Is Coming Down.

The Truth Was Obscure, Too Profound And Too Pure, To Live It You Had To Explode

I Don't Usually Purge Myself By Writing Anything About Any Type Of Quote, So-called, Relationships.

Shadows Are Falling And I've Been Here All Day/it's Too Hot To Sleep, Time Is Running Away/feel Like My Soul Has Turned Into Steel/i've Still Got The Scars That The Sun Didn't Heal.

Here's The Thing With Me And The Religious Thing. This Is The Flat-out Truth: I Find The Religiosity And Philosophy In The Music. I Don't Find It Anywhere Else.

People Seldom Do What They Believe In. They Do What Is Convenient, Then Repent.

There's Not Even Room Enough To Be Anywhere/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.../i Was Born Here And I'll Die Here Against My Will/i Know It Looks Like I'm Moving, But I'm Standing Still.

Having Hits Buries A Singer In The Past. A Lot Of Singers Hide In The Past Because It's Safer Back There. If You've Ever Heard Today's Country Music, You'll Know What I'm Talking About.

The Drunken Politician Leaps Upon The Street Where Mothers Weep, And The Saviors Who Are Fast Asleep, They Wait For You.

A Lot Of People Don't Have Much Food On Their Table. But They Got A Lot Of Forks 'n Knives. And They Got To Cut Somethin'.

God Knows There's A Heaven.

I Gaze Into The Doorway Of Temptation's Angry Flame And Every Time I Pass That Way I Always Hear My Name

I Didn't Come Out Of A Cereal Box.

The Dirt Of Gossip Blows Into My Face And The Dust Rumors Cover Me. But If The Arrow Is Straight And The Point Is Slick, It Can Pierce Through Dust No Matter How Thick.

Jewels And Binoculars Hang From The Head Of The Mule.

I Read On The Road In Maybe 1959. It Changed My Life Like It Changed Everyone Else's.

Changed My Life

We All Like Motorcycles To Some Degree.

I Practice A Faith That's Been Long Abandoned Ain't No Altars On This Long And Lonesome Road

I'll Be Selling Tickets For My Next Tour Exclusively Through Jonah Lehrer. Make Sure To Pay Cash.

And I Hope That You Die And Your Death'll Come Soon I Will Follow Your Casket In The Pale Afternoon And I'll Watch While You're Lowered Down To Your Deathbed And I'll Stand O'er Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead

Whatever Colors You Have In Your Mind, I'll Show Them To You And You'll See Them Shine.

I Dug It, New York City, All-the Streets And The Snows And The Starving And The Five-flight Walkups And Sleeping In Rooms With Ten People. I Dug The Trains And The Shadows, The Way I Dug Ore Mines And Coal Mines. I Just Jumped Right To The Bottom Of New York.

Bob Dylan Wrote In His Elliptical Memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, He Was Washed Up In The 1980s, No Longer A Commercial Success, And No Longer Putting Out Good Work.

A Lot Of People Say There Is No Happiness In This Life, And Certainly There's No Permanent Happiness. But Self-sufficiency Creates Happiness. Happiness Is A State Of Bliss. Just Because You're Satisfied One Moment - Saying Yes, It's A Good Meal, Makes Me Happy - Well, That's Not Going To Necessarily Be True The Next Hour. Life Has Its Ups And Downs, And Time Has To Be Your Partner. Time Is Your Soul Mate. Children Are Happy. But They Haven't Really Experienced Ups And Downs Yet. I'm Not Exactly Sure What Happiness Even Means. I Don't Know If I Personally Could Define It.

You Better Start Swimming, Or You'll Sink Like A Stone. Because The Time's They Are A-changing.

Look Out Your Window, And I'll Be Gone. You're The Reason I'm A-traveling On.

It Rubs Me The Wrong Way, A Camera... It's A Frightening Thing...cameras Make Ghosts Out Of People.

If I Lived My Life By What Others Were Thinkin', The Heart Inside Me Would've Died.

Each One Of Them Suffering From The Failures Of Their Day, With Strings Of Guilt They Tried Hard To Guide Us.

And I'll Know My Song Well Before I Start Singing

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.

Creativity Has A Lot To Do With The Main Idea. Inspiration Is What Comes When You Are Dealing With The Idea. But Inspiration Won't Invite What's Not There To Begin With.

Who Am I Helping, What Am I Breaking, What Am I Giving, What Am I Taking?

It Goes Back To The Destiny Thing.i Made A Bargain With It, You Know, A Long Time Ago. And I'm Holding Up My End.

Come You Masters Of War You That Build All The Guns You That Build The Death Planes You That Build The Big Bombs You That Hide Behind Walls You That Hide Behind Desks I Just Want You To Know I Can See Through Your Masks.

When You Got Nothin' / You Got Nothin' To Lose.

Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings.

What Good Are Fans? You Can't Eat Applause For Breakfast. You Can't Sleep With It.

Watch Waterfalls Of Pity Roar, You Feel To Moan But Unlike Before, You Discover That You'd Just Be One More Person Crying.

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

I'll Let You Be In My Dreams If I Can Be In Yours.

Just A Reminder, If You Tell Anyone About What Happened With Jonah Last Night, I'll Destroy All Of My Writing And Never Play Music Again.

Her Profession's Her Religion, Her Sin Is Lifelessness.

In This Age Of Fiberglass, I'm Searching For A Gem.

Michelangelo Indeed Could Have Carved Out Your Features.

We Shouldn't Confuse Singers And Performers With Actors. Actors Will Say, "my Character This, And My Character That." Like Beating A Dead Horse. Who Cares About The Character? Just Get Up And Act. You Don't Have To Explain It To Me.

Oh, Time Is Short And The Days Are Sweet And Passion Rules The Arrow That Flies.

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