I Was Never A Topical Songwriter.

Hold It, Doc, A World War Passed Through My Brain. He Said, Nurse, Get Your Pad, This Boy's Insane.

[bob] Dylan Crashed His Motorcycle In 1967, And Almost Died. A Few Years Ago, He Referred To The Experience As A "transfiguration."

I Kissed Goodbye The Howling Beast On The Borderline Which Separated You From Me.

All This Talk About Equality. The Only Thing People Really Have In Common Is That They Are All Going To Die.

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number