The Times They Are A-changing.

I Felt Like I Might As Well Have Been Living In Another Part Of The Solar System.

I Stopped Smoking. When I Stopped Smoking, My Voice Changed... So Drastically, I Couldn't Believe It Myself.

Then Take Me Disappearin' Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time, Far Past The Frozen Leaves, The Haunted, Frightened Trees, Out To The Windy Beach, Far From The Twisted Reach Of Crazy Sorrow. Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands, With All Memory And Fate Driven Deep Beneath The Waves, Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow.

Nothing Can Affect My Voice, It's So Bad.

Even If You Don't Have All The Things You Want, Be Grateful For The Things You Don't Have That You Don't Want (bob Dylan's Dad)