Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

I Once Loved A Girl, Her Skin It Was Bronze With The Innocence Of A Lamb, She Was Gentle Like A Fawn I Courted Her Proudly But Now She Is Gone Gone As The Season She's Taken

And I'll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinking.

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? Use Your Arms And Your Legs, It Won't Ruin You

The "joker" Here ["all Along The Watchtower" ] Is The Older [bob] Dylan Himself, Whining About Exploitation, And The Thief's Rejoinder Re-contextualizes The Earlier Critique Into The Religious Frames That Would Become More Prominent As Time Went On.

Yesterday's Just A Memory, Tomorrow Is Never What It's Supposed To Be.