Being Noticed Can Be A Burden. Jesus

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.

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit

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.

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/.

"subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] Captures, In Word-salad Format, Life In An Encroaching Police State.