I'll Let You Be In My Dreams

Little Red Wagon, Little Red Bike, I Ain’t No Monkey But I Know What I Like.

In The Dime Stores And Bus Stations
 People Talk Of Situations
 Read Books, Repeat Quotations
 Draw Conclusions On The Wall
 Some Speak Of The Future
 My Love She Speaks Softly
 She Knows There’s No Success Like Failure
 And That Failure’s No Success At All -bob Dylan, “love Minus Zero / No Limit” (1965)

It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of How Sweet Life Can Be.

The First Thing You Notice About New Orleans Are The Burying Grounds - The Cemeteries - And They're A Cold Proposition, One Of The Best Things There Are Here. Going By, You Try To Be As Quiet As Possible, Better To Let Them Sleep. Greek, Roman, Sepulchres- Palatial Mausoleums Made To Order, Phantomesque, Signs And Symbols Of Hidden Decay - Ghosts Of Women And Men Who Have Sinned And Who've Died And Are Now Living In Tombs. The Past Doesn't Pass Away So Quickly Here. You Could Be Dead For A Long Time

They Can't Hurt Me. Sure, They Can Crush You And Kill You. They Can Lay You Out On 42nd And Broadway And Put Hoses On You And Flush You In The Sewers And Put You On The Subway And Carry You Out To Coney Island And Bury You On The Ferris Wheel. But I Refuse To Sit Here And Worry About Dying.