Black Is The Color And None Is

Mama's In The Factory, She Ain't Got No Shoes. Daddy's In The Alley, He's Looking For Food.

How Many Times Must A Man Look Up Before He Can See The Sky? Yes, 'n' How Many Ears Must One Man Have Before He Can Hear People Cry? Yes, 'n' How Many Deaths Will It Take Till He Knows That Too Many People Have Died? The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

The Exploitation And Superficiality Of Mainstream America Is The Object Not Of [bob] Dylan's Hipster Scorn, But Of An Apocalyptic Parable Of Holy Fools And Righteous Thieves - The Kind Of Imagery That Dylan's Later Work Would Explore More Fully.

I Don't Think I've Ever Been An Agnostic. I've Always Thought There's A Superior Power, That This Is Not The Real World And That There's A World To Come.

How Does It Feel, How Does It Feel To Be Without A Home, Like A Complete Unknown, Like A Rolling Stone.