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I Never Did Use Earphones Until Into The Eighties Or Nineties. I Don't Like To Use Earphones. I've Never Heard Anybody Sing With Earphones Effectively. They Just Give You A False Sense Of Security. A Lot Of Us Don't Need Earphones. I Don't Think Springsteen Or Mick Do. But Other People More Or Less Have Given In. But They Ought Not To. They Don't Need To. Especially If They Have A Good Band.

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I Never Did Use Earphones Until Into The Eighties Or Nineties. I Don't Like To Use Earphones. I've Never Heard Anybody Sing With Earphones Effectively. They Just Give You A False Sense Of Security. A Lot Of Us Don't Need Earphones. I Don't Think Springsteen Or Mick Do. But Other People More Or Less Have Given In. But They Ought Not To. They Don't Need To. Especially If They Have A Good Band.

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Gold Will Never Free Your Father, The Price, My Dear, Is You Instead.

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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.

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

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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

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Let Me Feel Your Love One More Time Before I Abandon It.

Come Senators, Congressman, Please Heed The Call, Don't Stand In The Doorway, Don't Block The Hall.

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

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Whenever Anybody Does Something In A Big Way, It's Always Rejected At Home And Accepted Someplace Else.

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.

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.

I Can't Stand To See Myself On Television.

Silvio, I Gotta Go, Find Out Something Only Dead Men Know.

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

Better Than You

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

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)

Little Red Wagon, Little Red Bike, I Ain’t No Monkey But I Know What I Like.

I Accept Chaos. I Am Not Sure Whether It Accepts Me. I Know Some People Are Terrified Of The Bomb. But Then Some People Are Terrified To Be Seen Carrying A Modern Screen Magazine. Experience Teaches Us That Silence Terrifies People The Most.

Money Doesn't Exist Because I Don't Recognize It.

A Mistake Is To Commit A Misunderstanding.

Making Mistakes

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I Started Writing Songs After I Heard Hank Williams.

It's Like Going Out To The Desert And Screaming And Then Having Little Kids Throw Their Sandbox At You. I'm Only 24.

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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.

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Don't Get Up Gentlemen. I'm Only Passing Through!

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In My Childhood Everything You Heard, You Could Imagine What It Looked Like. Even Singers That I Would Hear On The Radio, I Couldn't See What They Looked Like, So I Imagined What They Looked Like. What They Were Wearing. What Their Movements Were. Gene Vincent? When I First Pictured Him, He Was A Tall, Lanky Blond-haired Guy.

The Tree Of Life Is Growing Where The Spirit Never Dies, And The Bright Light Of Salvation Shines In Dark And Empty Skies.

Your Eyes Are Like Two Jewels In The Sky.

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

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

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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.

Because Dickens And Dostoyevsky And Woody Guthrie Were Telling Their Stories Much Better Than I Ever Could, I Decided To Stick To My Own Mind.

It's Very Tiring Having Other People Tell You How Much They Dig You If You Yourself Don't Dig You.

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How Many Times Can A Man Turn His Head, And Pretend That He Just Doesn't See?

Unanswered Questions

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I Kissed Goodbye The Howling Beast On The Borderline Which Separated You From Me.

I Love Country Music But What Happened To It?

God Got The Power, Man Has Got His Vanity. Man Gotta Choose Before God Can Set Him Free.

Stop All This Weeping, Swallow Your Pride/ You Will Not Die, Its Not Poison -tombstone Blues

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The Only Sound That's Left After The Ambulances Go Is Cinderella Sweeping Up On Desolation Row.

I'll Remember You. When I've Forgotten All The Rest.you To Me Were True. You To Me Were The Best.

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