My Love ,she Speaks Like Silence, Without

Done Laid Around, Done Stayed Around This Old Town Too Long And It Seems Like I've Got To Travel On

I Have Always Believed That Fame Is A Curse. I Never Envied One Of The Famous People I've Known.

A Brilliant 1989 Album, Oh Mercy; Some Career Retrospectives; And Two Albums Of American Folk Songs, With Just Bob Dylan And His Guitar And Harmonica. All That Culminated In The Grammy-winning Comeback Album, Time Out Of Mind (1997). Once Again, Just As Dylan Seemed To Be Out Of It, He Was Back At The Top Of His Game.

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

Because Dickens And Dostoyevsky And Woody Guthrie Were Telling Their Stories Much Better Than I Ever Could, I Decided To Stick To My Own Mind.