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You Travel The World, You Go See Different Things. I Like To See Shakespeare Plays, So I'll Go - I Mean, Even If It's In A Different Language. I Don't Care, I Just Like Shakespeare, You Know. I've Seen Othello And Hamlet And Merchant Of Venice Over The Years, And Some Versions Are Better Than Others. Way Better. It's Like Hearing A Bad Version Of A Song. But Then Somewhere Else, Somebody Has A Great Version.

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You Travel The World,

Bob Dylan

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You Travel The World, You Go See Different Things. I Like To See Shakespeare Plays, So I'll Go - I Mean, Even If It's In A Different Language. I Don't Care, I Just Like Shakespeare, You Know. I've Seen Othello And Hamlet And Merchant Of Venice Over The Years, And Some Versions Are Better Than Others. Way Better. It's Like Hearing A Bad Version Of A Song. But Then Somewhere Else, Somebody Has A Great Version.

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Aretha With No Goals, Eternally Single & One Step Soft Of Heaven/ Let It Be Understood That She Owns This Melody Along With Her Emotional Diplomats & Her Earth & Her Musical Secrets

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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)

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The Only Person You Have To Think About Lying Twice To Is Either Yourself Or To God. The Press Isn't Either Of Them. And I Just Figured They're Irrelevant.

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Freedom Of Speech

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Good Intentions Can Be Evil, Both Hands Are Full Of Grease. You Know, Sometimes Satan Comes As A Man Of Peace.

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

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