Some People Seem To Fade Away But

Too Much Of Nothing, It Just Makes A Fellow Mean.

Well, I Try My Best To Be Just Like I Am, But Everybody Wants You To Be Just Like Them, They Sing While You Slave And I Just Get Bored

Loneliness, Tenderness, High Society, Notoriety, You Fight For The Throne And You Travel Alone.

There Are A Lot Of Places I Like, But I Like New Orleans Better.

Popular Music Had Never Had Lyrical Sophistication Of This Type [like Bob Dylan]; Wit, To Be Sure, But "darkness At The Break Of Noon/shadows Even The Silver Spoon/the Handmade Blade, The Child's Balloon/eclipses Both The Sun And Moon/to Understand You Know Too Soon/ There Is No Sense In Trying"? No.