How Does It Feel, How Does It

Really The Truth Is Just A Plain Picture. A Plain Picture Of, Let's Say, A Tramp Vomiting In The Sewere. You Know, And Next Door To The Picture Mr. Rockefeller Or Mr. C. W. Jones On The Subway Going To Work. You Know, Any Kind Of Picture. Just Make A Collage Of Pictures.

The World Of Research Has Gone Berserk. Too Much Paper Work.

I Don't Need Your Organization, I've Moved Your Mountains And I've Marked You Cards, But Eden Is Burning. You Better Get Ready For Elimination Or Else Your Hearts Must Have The Courage Of The Changing Of The Guard.

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

"like A Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] Is A Kiss-off Song Like None Before Or Since.