Once I Went Into Songwriting, I Figured

I Was So Much Older Then; I'm Younger Than That Now. From The Back Pages

Anger And Jealousy's All That He Sells Us, He's Content When You're Under His Thumb. Madmen Oppose Him, But Your Kindness Throws Him, To Survive It You Play Deaf And Dumb.

How Does It Feel, How Does It Feel To Be Without A Home, Like A Complete Unknown, Like A Rolling Stone.

How Many Times Must A Man Look Up Before He Can See The Sky? Yes, 'n' How Many Ears Must One Man Have Before He Can Hear People Cry? Yes, 'n' How Many Deaths Will It Take Till He Knows That Too Many People Have Died? The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

Music Can Save People, But It Can't In The Commercial Way It's Being Used. It's Just Too Much. It's Pollution.