Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where

Feel Like A Broke-down Engine, Ain't Got No Drivin' Wheel. You All Been Down And Lonesome, You Know Just How A Poor Man Feels.

Popular Music Had Never Had Lyrical Sophistication Of This Type [like Bob Dylan]; Wit, To Be Sure, But "darkness At The Break Of Noon/shadows Even The Silver Spoon/the Handmade Blade, The Child's Balloon/eclipses Both The Sun And Moon/to Understand You Know Too Soon/ There Is No Sense In Trying"? No.

Whenever Anybody Does Something In A Big Way, It's Always Rejected At Home And Accepted Someplace Else.

You Don't Count The Dead, When God's On Your Side.

My Big Fear Was That My Guitar Would Go Out Of Tune.