[bob Dylan] Was Rarely Tender And Seldom

The One Who Is Not Being Born Is Dying.

The Songs Are My Lexicon. I Believe The Songs.

The Ghosts Race Towards The Light, You Can Almost Hear The Heavy Breathing Spirits, All Determined To Get Somewhere. New Orleans, Unlike A Lot Of Places You Go Back To And That Don't Have The Magic Anymore, Still Has Got It. Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. You Can't See It, But You Know It's Here. Somebody's Always Sinking.

Sailin' 'round The World In A Dirty Gondola Oh, To Be Back In The Land Of Coca-cola!

I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing A Certain Place.