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Come Mothers And Fathers Throughout The Land And Don't Criticize What You Can't Understand Your Sons And Your Daughters Are Beyond Your Command Your Old Road Is Rapidly Agin' Please Get Out Of The New One If You Can't Lend Your Hand For The Times They Are A-changin'.

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Come Mothers And Fathers

Bob Dylan

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Come Mothers And Fathers Throughout The Land And Don't Criticize What You Can't Understand Your Sons And Your Daughters Are Beyond Your Command Your Old Road Is Rapidly Agin' Please Get Out Of The New One If You Can't Lend Your Hand For The Times They Are A-changin'.

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

I Felt Like I Might As Well Have Been Living In Another Part Of The Solar System.

I'd Been Going Though His Trash. He Knocked Me Down. I Was Glad To See Him, Even Though He Was Banging My Head Against The Sidewalk. Afterwards These Bums Come Over And Say, 'did He Get Much Money?' I Say, 'money'? That Was Bob Dylan.

God, I'm Glad I'm Not Me.

Keep A Good Head And Always Carry A Light Bulb.

Keep A Clean Nose, Watch The Plain-clothes.

I Saw Him Making Love To You, You Forgot To Close The Garage Door.

Life Has Its Ups And Downs, And Time Has To Be Your Partner. Really, Time Is Your Soul Mate.

I See Through Your Brain Like I See Through The Water That Runs Down The Drain.

For Them That Must Obey Authority/that They Do Not Respect In Any Degree/who Despise Their Jobs, Their Destinies/speak Jealously Of Them That Are Free

Some People Seem To Fade Away But Then When They Are Truly Gone, It's Like They Didn't Fade Away At All.

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

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win

Witchcraft Scum Exploiting The Dumb Turning Children Into Punks And Slaves.

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

Gonna Change My Way Of Thinking, Make My Self A Different Set Of Rules. Gonna Put My Good Foot Forward And Stop Being Influenced By Fools.

Well I'm Living In A Foreign Country But I'm Bound To Cross The Line. Beauty Walks A Razor's Edge...someday I'll Make It Mine.

You Know, The Streets Are Filled With Vipers Who've Lost All Ray Of Hope You Know, It Ain't Even Safe No More In The Palace Of The Pope

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

Broken Bottles, Broken Plates, Broken Switches, Broken Gates. Broken Dishes, Broken Parts, Streets Are Filled With Broken Hearts.

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.

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

I Have Always Believed That Fame Is A Curse. I Never Envied One Of The Famous People I've Known.

There's Only One Day At A Time Here, Then It's Tonight And Then Tomorrow Will Be Today Again.

One Day At A Time

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.

She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And They Fired.

You Get Older. You Start Having Hopes For Other People Rather Than Yourself.

Since My Feet Are Now Fast And Point Away From The Past, I'll Bid Farewell And Be Down The Line.

I Love Country Music But What Happened To It?

Your Old Road Is Rapidly Aging. Please Get Out Of The New One If You Can't Lend Your Hand, For The Times They Are A-changin'.

People Disagreeing Everywhere You Look Makes You Wanna Stop And Read A Book.

Last Night I Danced With A Stranger, But She Just Reminded Me You Were The One.

It's Sundown On The Union And What's Made In The Usa Sure Was A Good Idea 'til Greed Got In The Way.

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.

People Have A Hard Time Accepting Anything That Overwhelms Them.

You Hurt The Ones That I Love Best And Cover Up The Truth With Lies. One Day You'll Be In The Ditch, Flies Buzzin' Around Your Eyes.

I Need All Kinds Of Songs - Fast Ones, Slow Ones, Minor Key, Ballads, Rumbas - And They All Get Juggled Around During A Live Show. I've Been Trying For Years To Come Up With Songs That Have The Feeling Of A Shakespearean Drama, So I'm Always Starting With That.

I Put One On The Turntable And When The Needle Dropped, I Was Stunned - Didn't Know Whether I Was Stoned Or Straight.

In Songs, You Have To Tell People About Something They Didn't See And Weren't There For, And You Have To Do It As If You Were.

People Think They Know Me From My Songs. But My Repertoire Of Songs Is So Wide-ranging That You'd Have To Be A Madman To Figure Out The Characteristics Of The Person Who Wrote All Those Songs.

There's Danger In This Open World Where Men Strive To Be Free, And To Me The Greatest Danger Was In Society.

Mothers Tell Your Children Not To Do The Things I Have Done, To Spend My Life In Sin And Misery In The House Of The Rising Sun.

If You Want To Keep Your Memories, You First Have To Live Them.

In The Dime Stores And Bus Stations, People Talk Of Situations, Read Books, Repeat Quotations, Draw Conclusions On The Wall.

If I Made Records For My Own Pleasure, I Would Only Record Charley Patton Songs.

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.

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 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.

I've Never Gone For Having A Great Voice, For Cultivating One. I'm Still Not Doing It Now.

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

I Used To Play Hockey When I Was Growing Up. Everyone Sort Of Learns How To Skate And Play Hockey At An Early Age.

The National Bank At Profit Sells Road Maps For The Soul.

Your Eyes Are Like Two Jewels In The Sky.

It's Hard To Speculate What Tomorrow May Bring.

I'm Sittin' On My Watch So I Can Be On Time.

There Would Be Brilliant Songs, But, As [bob] Dylan Admitted On The Recent Martin Scorsese Documentary About Him (no Direction Home), The Specific Muse That Inspired "it's Alright Ma" Would Not Return.

"like A Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] Is A Kiss-off Song Like None Before Or Since.

I Was Sick Of The Way My Lyrics Had Been Extrapolated, Their Meanings Subverted Into Polemics And That I Had Been Anointed As The Big Bubba Of Rebellion, High Priest Of Protest, The Duke Of Disobedience, Leader Of The Freeloaders, Kaiser Of Apostasy, Archbishop Of Anarchy, The Big Cheese. Horrible Titles Any Way You Want To Look At It. All Code Words For Outlaw.

May God Bless And Keep You Always, May Your Wishes All Come True, May You Always Do For Others And Let Others Do For You. May You Build A Ladder To The Stars And Climb On Every Rung, May You Stay Forever Young.

The Naked Truth Is Still Taboo.

An Artist Is Always In The State Of Becoming.

I Define Nothing. Not Beauty, Not Patriotism. I Take Each Thing As It Is, Without Prior Rules About What It Should Be.

Your Heart Is Like The Ocean, Mysterious And Dark.

Everyone Of Them Words Rang True And Glowed Like Burning Coal, Pouring Off Every Page Like It Was Written In My Soul From Me To You.

God Knows There's A Heaven.

Seven Shots Ring Out Like The Ocean's Pounding Roar, There's Seven People Dead On A South Dakota Farm.

A Record ... Is A Statement, It's Its Own Statement, Its Own Entity, Rather Than Being About Something Else. If I Was A Painter ... I Don't Paint The Chair, I Would Paint Feelings About The Chair.

Maybe Someday You Will Understand, That Something For Nothing Is Everybody's Plan.

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

When The Deeds That You Do Don't Add Up To Zero.

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.

I Really Don't Like To Hurt Myself. I Have A Good Understanding With All The Women Who Have Been In My Life, Whether I See Them Occasionally Or Not.

Good Understanding

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

I’m In Awe Of Mccartney. He’s About The Only One That I Am In Awe Of. He Can Do It All. And He’s Never Let Up... He’s Just So Damn Effortless.

Being Noticed Can Be A Burden. Jesus Got Himself Crucified Because He Got Himself Noticed. So I Disappear A Lot.

I'm A Liberal To A Degree, I Want Everybody To Be Free. But If You Think That I'll Let Barry Goldwater Move In Next Door.

Yesterday Is Just A Memory.

Praise Be To Nero's Neptune The Titanic Sails At Dawn And Everybody's Shouting "which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound And T.s. Eliot Fighting In The Captain's Tower While Calypso Singers Laugh At Them And Fishermen Hold Flowers.

Passion Is A Young Man's Game. Young People Can Be Passionate. Older People Gotta Be More Wise. I Mean, You're Around Awhile, You Leave Certain Things To The Young. Don't Try To Act Like You're Young. You Could Really Hurt Yourself.

You Need Something To Open Up A New Door, To Show You Something You Seen Before But Overlooked A Hundred Times Or More

I Set My Monkey On The Log, And Ordered Him To Do The Dog. He Wagged His Tail And Shook His Head, And He Went And Did The Cat Instead.

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

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.

I'm Not A Playwright. The People In My Songs Are All Me.

We Don't See The People That Vice Destroys. We Just See The Glamour Of It - Everywhere We Look, From Billboard Signs To Movies, To Newspapers, To Magazines. We See The Destruction Of Human Life.

...don't Criticize What You Can't Understand, Your Sons And Your Daughters Are Beyond Your Command.

Down The Street The Dogs Are Barking And The Day Is Getting Dark. As The Night Comes In A-falling, The Dogs´ll Lose Their Bark And The Silent Night Will Shatter From The Sounds Inside My Mind, For I´m One To Many Mornings And A Thousand Miles Behind. From The Crossroads Of My Doorstep, My Eyes They Start To Fade, As I Turn My Head Back To The Room Where My Love And I Have Laid.

You Been Down To The Bottom With A Bad Man, Babe But You're Back Were You Belong

Every Day Is The Same Thing Out The Door Feel Further Away Then Ever Before Some Things In Life, It Gets Too Late To Learn Well, I'm Lost Somewhere I Must Have Made A Few Bad Turns

I'm In Love With My Second Cousin.

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

I Just Wanted A Song To Sing, And There Came A Point Where I Couldn't Sing Anything...nobo Dy Else Was Writing What I Wanted To Sing. I Couldn't Find It Anywhere. If I Could I Probably Would Never Have Started Writing.

Ain't No Use Jiving, Ain't No Use Joking, Everything Is Broken.

Everything In New Orleans Is A Good Idea. Bijou Temple-type Cottages And Lyric Cathedrals Side By Side. Houses And Mansions, Structures Of Wild Grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival Standing In A Long Line In The Rain. Roman Catholic Art. Sweeping Front Porches, Turrets, Cast-iron Balconies, Colonnades- 30-foot Columns, Gloriously Beautiful- Double Pitched Roofs, All The Architecture Of The Whole Wide World And It Doesn't Move.

I Really Didn't Consider Myself Happy Or Unhappy.

All The People We Used To Know, They're An Illusion To Me Now.

We Are Singing Today Of The Wipe-out Gang - The Wipe-out Gang Buys, Owns & Operates The Insanity Factory - If You Do Not Know Where The Insanity Factory Is Located, You Should Hereby Take Two Steps To The Right, Paint Your Teeth & Go To Sleep.

There Are No Truths Outside The Gates Of Eden.

I Took Her By The Hand And My Heart It Was Thumpin'. When She Said, Hey Man, You Crazy Or Somethin'?

I Like America, Just As Everybody Else Does. I Love America, I Gotta Say That. But America Will Be Judged.

Once I Can Focus In On Something, I Just Play It In My Mind Until An Idea Comes From Out Of Nowhere, And It's Usually The Key To The Whole Song. It's The Idea That Matters. It's Like Electricity Was Around Long Before Edison Harnessed It.

I Stopped Smoking. When I Stopped Smoking, My Voice Changed... So Drastically, I Couldn't Believe It Myself.

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.

It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of How Sweet Life Can Be.

[bob] Dylan's Broken-heart Songs Are So Much Better. Like "simple Twist Of Fate".

Truth Is An Arrow And The Gate Is Narrow That It Passes Through.

Opportunities May Come Along For You To Convert Something -something That Exists Into Something That Didn't Yet. That Might Be The Beginning Of It. Sometimes You Just Want To Do Things Your Way, Want To See For Yourself What Lies Behind The Misty Curtain. It's Not Like You See Songs Approaching And Invite Them In. It's Not That Easy. You Want To Write Songs That Are Bigger Than Life. You Want To Say Something About Strange Things That Have Happened To You, Strange Things You Have Seen. You Have To Know And Understand Something And Then Go Past The Vernacular.

I Don't Really Have A Retirement Plan.

Colleges Are Like Old-age Homes, Except For The Fact That More People Die In Colleges.

She's A Hypnotist Collector; You Are A Walking Antique.

The Truth That I Am Seeking Is In Your Missing File.

Your Problem Is That Wanna Better Word For World

There Is Nothing So Stable As Change.

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

You Just Have To Keep Going To Find That Thing That Lets You In The Door. Sometimes In Life When That Day Comes And You're Given The Key, You Throw It Away.

It's Not Me, It's The Songs. I'm Just The Postman, I Deliver The Songs. When I First Heard Elvis' Voice, I Knew That I Wasn't Going To Work For Anybody ... Hearing Him For The First Time Was Like Busting Out Of Jail. This Land Is Your Land And This Land Is My Land, Sure, But The World Is Run By Those That Never Listen To Music Anyway. People Today Are Still Living Off The Table Scraps Of The Sixties. They Are Still Being Passed Around - The Music And The Ideas.

Never Make It Perfect.

There Are Many Here Among Us Who Feel That Life Is But A Joke. But You And I, We've Been Through That, And This Is Not Our Fate, So Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

Sometimes You Get Out From Behind The Wheel And Let Someone Else Step On The Gas.

At Times In My Life The Only Place I Have Been Happy Is When I Am On Stage.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down.. Before You Can Call Him A Man.

Rhetorical Question

Don't Wanna Marry Nobody, If They're Already Married.

I Think Of A Hero As Someone Who Understands The Degree Of Responsibility That Comes With His Freedom.

You Five And Ten Cent Women With Nothing In Your Heads, I Got A Real Gal I'm Loving And Lord I'll Love Her 'til I'm Dead.

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?

Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow

The Future For Me Is Already A Thing Of The Past - You Were My First Love And You Will Be My Last

On The Stone That Remains Carved Next To His Name, His Epitaph Plain, Only A Pawn In Their Game.

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

Loneliness, Tenderness, High Society, Notoriety, You Fight For The Throne And You Travel Alone.

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 God Is On Our Side, He'll Stop The Next War.

This Land Is Your Land And This Land Is My Land, Sure, But The World Is Run By Those That Never Listen To Music Anyway.

My Senses Have Been Stripped, My Hands Can't Feel To Grip, My Toes To Numb To Step, Wait Only For My Boot Heels To Be Wandering.

I Saw Ten Thousand Talkers Whose Tongues Were All Broken, I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children, And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall.

One Night Around That Time, At Hammersmith, Bob Dylan Was About To Go Into [his 1963 Classic] 'don't Think Twice, It's Alright.he Said, 'hey, Bucky! Play Mandolin On This.' I Am Not Really A Mandolin Player; I Could Only Play In Certain Keys. Halfway Through, He Stops The Band, Turns To The Audience And Points To Me. He Says: 'he Isn't Playing, He's Miming.' And Then: 'should I Fire Him?' The Whole Audience Yells.

I Don't Think There's Enough Guns.

I Didn't Come Out Of A Cereal Box.

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.

Just In Time For Bob Dylan To Recoil From The Attention, Leave The City For Woodstock, And Turn His Back On Fame.

Maybe In The 90s Or Possibly In The Next Century People Will Look Upon The 80s As The Age Of Masturbation, When It Was Taken To The Limit; That Might Be All That's Going On Right Now In A Big Way.

I'll Always Thank The Lord When My Working Day Is Through, I Get My Sweet Reward To Be Alone With You.

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."

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.

All The Tired Horses In The Sun How'm I Supposed To Get Any Ridin' Done? Hmm.

Forget The Dead You've Left, They Will Not Follow You.

I Like Fidel Castro And His Beard.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.

I've Been Sitting Down Studying The Art Of Love. I Think It Will Fit Me Like A Glove.

In This Ocean Of Hours I'm All The Time Drinking.

I Believe That Instinct Is What Makes A Genius A Genius.

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

Steal A Little And They Throw You In Jail Steal A Lot And They Make You King.

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.

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

I Like The Fans, But I Don't Feel An Obligation That I Have To Be An Example To Them, Like Say Maybe A Baseball Player Would, Or A Football Player Or Maybe Some Other Type Of Musicians. I Don't Feel I Have To Really Set An Example That Somebody Else Has To Live Up To.

You Can't Do Something Forever.

Adulterers In Churches And Pornography In The Schools, You Got Gangsters In Power And Lawbreakers Making Rules. When You Gonna Wake Up?

Don't Know Which One Is Worse, Doing Your Own Thing Or Just Being Cool.

Doing Your Own Thing

Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands

I Lost My One True Love. I Started Drinking.

I Started Writing Songs After I Heard Hank Williams.

Although The Masters Make The Rules For The Wise Men And The Fools, I've Got Nothing, Ma, To Live Up To.

I Ain't Looking To Compete With You, Beat, Or Cheat, Or Mistreat You, Simplify You, Classify You, Deny, Defy, Or Crucify You. All I Really Want To Do Is, Baby, Be Friends With You.

She Makes Love Just Like A Woman.

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

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

Don't Criticize What You Can't Understand.

There Are Degrees Of Happiness. You Go From One To The Other And Then Back Again. It's Hard To Be Completely Happy When Those Around Us Are Suffering And Groaning From Hunger.

Every Day Your Memory Grows Dimmer - It Doesn't Haunt Me Like It Did Before.

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

I'm Determined To Stand Whether God Will Deliver Me Or Not.

[in 1951] We Were Also Told That The Russians Could Be Parachuting From Planes Over Our Town At Any Time. These Were The Same Russians That My Uncles Had Fought Alongside Only A Few Years Earlier. Now They Had Become Monsters Who Were Coming To Slit Our Throats And Incinerate Us. It Seemed Peculiar. Living Under A Cloud Of Fear Like This Robs A Child Of His Spirit. It's One Thing To Be Afraid When Someone's Holding A Shotgun On You, But It's Another Thing To Be Afraid Of Something That's Just Not Quite Real.

People Think That Singing And Playing Is Easy. It's Not. It's Easy To Strum Along, But If You Actually Want To Really Play, Where It's Important, That's A Hard Thing And Not Too Many People Are Good At It.

Truth Is Like A Waterslide-only Fun When It's Slippery And Wet.

There's A Wall Between You And What You Want And You Got To Leap It.

A Cork Screw To My Heart, Ever Since We've Been Apart.

The Rolling Stones Are Truly The Greatest Rock And Roll Band In The World And Always Will Be. The Last Too. Everything That Came After Them, Metal, Rap, Punk, New Wave, Pop-rock, You Name It... You Can Trace It All Back To The Rolling Stones. They Were The First And The Last And No One's Ever Done It Better.

Get Jailed, Jump Bail, Join The Army If You Fail.

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

People Have Different Emotional Levels. Especially When You're Young.

I'm More Of An Adventurous Type Than A Relationship Type.

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

We Never Thought We Could Ever Get Old.

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

We Sit Here Stranded, Though We're All Doin' Our Best To Deny It

Obscenity, Who Really Cares. Propaganda, All Is Phony.

The People In My Songs Are All Me.

Look At The Sun Sinkin' Like A Ship. Ain't That Just Like My Heart, Babe. When You Kissed My Lips?

When You've Got Nothing, You've Got Nothing To Loose.

Shakespeare's Last Play Was Called The Tempest. It Wasn't Called Just Plain Tempest. The Name Of My Record Is Just Plain Tempest. It's Two Different Titles.

Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

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.

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

Masters Of The Bluff And Masters Of The Proposition, But The Enemy I See Wears A Cloak Of Decency.

Well The Lone Ranger And Tonto, They Are Riding Down The Line Fixing Everybody's Troubles, Everybody Except Mine.

Any Real Bob Dylan Fan Would Sleep With Jonah Lehrer.

You've Got To Lose Your Passion For Dumbness.

I Am Hanging In The Balance Of A Perfect Finished Plan, Like Every Sparrow Falling, Like Every Grain Of Sand.

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