His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And

I Accept Chaos, I'm Not Sure Whether It Accepts Me.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rollin' High And Mighty Traps Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps "we'll Meet On Edges, Soon," Said I Proud 'neath Heated Brow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now. Half-wracked Prejudice Leaped Forth "rip Down All Hate," I Screamed Lies That Life Is Black And White Spoke From My Skull. I Dreamed Romantic Facts Of Musketeers Foundationed Deep, Somehow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now.

Jewels And Binoculars Hang From The Head Of The Mule.

The Good Samaritan, He's Getting Dressed, He's Getting Ready For The Show. He's Going To The Carnival Tonight On Desolation Row.

He Did Ten Years In Attica, Reading Nietzsche And Wilhelm Reich.