Someone Showed Me A Picture And I

The Truth Was Obscure, Too Profound And Too Pure, To Live It You Had To Explode

Any Real Bob Dylan Fan Would Sleep With Jonah Lehrer.

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 Song Was There Before Me, Before I Came Along. I Just Sorta Came Down And Just Sorta Took It Down With A Pencil, But It Was There Before I Came Around.

The Battle Outside Raging Will Soon Shake Your Windows And Rattle Your Walls.