Having These Colossal Accolades And Titles, They

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

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

What Good Are Fans? You Can't Eat Applause For Breakfast. You Can't Sleep With It.

You Don't Need A Weatherman To Know Which Way The Wind Blows.

America Was Founded On The Backs Of Slaves.