It's Hard To Speculate What Tomorrow May

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

In The Fury Of The Moment/ I Can See The Master's Hand In Every Leaf That Trembles, In/ Every Grain Of Sand.

People Do Whatever They Want To Do, Y'know.

Don't Get Up Gentlemen. I'm Only Passing Through!

Beauty Walks A Razors Edge, Someday I'll Make It Mine.