The Hollow Horn Plays Wasted Words, Proves

Praise Be To Nero's Neptune The Titanic Sails At Dawn And Everybody's Shouting "which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound And T.s. Eliot Fighting In The Captain's Tower While Calypso Singers Laugh At Them And Fishermen Hold Flowers.

His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And Splendid.

I'd Been Going Though His Trash. He Knocked Me Down. I Was Glad To See Him, Even Though He Was Banging My Head Against The Sidewalk. Afterwards These Bums Come Over And Say, 'did He Get Much Money?' I Say, 'money'? That Was Bob Dylan.

Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground, I Can't Shoot Them Anymore. That Long Black Cloud Is Coming Down.

Having Hits Buries A Singer In The Past. A Lot Of Singers Hide In The Past Because It's Safer Back There. If You've Ever Heard Today's Country Music, You'll Know What I'm Talking About.