I Thought That He Was Righteous, But

Come Writers And Critics Who Prophesize With Your Pen And Keep Your Eyes Wide The Chance Won't Come Again And Don't Speak Too Soon For The Wheel's Still In Spin And There's No Tellin' Who That It's Namin' For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win For The Times They Are A-changin'.

And I Hope That You Die And Your Death'll Come Soon I Will Follow Your Casket In The Pale Afternoon And I'll Watch While You're Lowered Down To Your Deathbed And I'll Stand O'er Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead

The Truth Was Obscure, Too Profound And Too Pure, To Live It You Had To Explode

The Exploitation And Superficiality Of Mainstream America Is The Object Not Of [bob] Dylan's Hipster Scorn, But Of An Apocalyptic Parable Of Holy Fools And Righteous Thieves - The Kind Of Imagery That Dylan's Later Work Would Explore More Fully.

My Best Songs Were Written Very Quickly. Just About As Much Time As It Takes To Write It Down Is About As Long As It Takes To Write It...in Writing Songs I've Learned As Much From Cezanne As I Have From Woody Guthrie...it's Not Me, It's The Songs. I'm Just The Postman, I Deliver The Songs...i Consider Myself A Poet First And A Musician Second. I Live Like A Poet And I'll Die Like A Poet.