Too Much Information About Nothing.

Come Senators, Congressmen, Please Heed The Call, Don't Stand In The Doorway, Don't Block Up The Hall, For He That Gets Hurt, Will Be He Who Has Stalled, The Battle Outside Ragin', Will Soon Shake Your Windows And Rattle Your Walls, For The Times They Are A-changin'...

The Songs Are My Lexicon. I Believe The Songs.

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

Charity Is Suppose To Cover Up For A Multitude Of Sins.

My Songs Were Influenced Not So Much By Poetry On The Page But By Poetry Being Recited By The Poets Who Recited Poems With Jazz Bands.