Ironically, This Was Bob Dylan's Period [1967-74]

Death To Me Means Nothing As Long As I Can Die Fast.

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

I Can't See My Reflection In The Waters, I Can't Speak The Sounds That Show No Pain. I Can't Hear The Echo Of My Footsteps, Or Can't Remember The Sound Of My Own Name.

Socialism, Hypnotism, Patriotism, Materialism, Fools Making Laws For The Breaking Of Jaws.

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.