A Lot Of People Can't Stand Touring

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.

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

How Does It Feel, How Does It Feel To Be Without A Home, Like A Complete Unknown, Like A Rolling Stone.

Don't Follow Leaders.

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.