What Drives Me To You, Drives Me

Keep A Clean Nose, Watch The Plain-clothes.

With Your Silhouette When The Sunlight Dims Into Your Eyes Where The Moonlight Swims, And Your Match-book Songs And Your Gypsy Hymns, Who Among Them Would Try To Impress You? -bob Dylan, "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands” (1966)

If You Don't Believe There's A Price For This Sweet Paradise, Just Remind Me To Show You The Scars.

I Gotta Friend Who Spends His Life, Stabbing My Picture With A Bowie Knife. Dreams Of Strangling Me With A Scarf, When My Name Comes Up He Pretends To Barf.

I Was Down In The Sewer With Some Little Lover.