The Whole World's A Bottle, And Life's

It's Mighty Funny. The End Of Time Has Just Begun.

The Ghosts Race Towards The Light, You Can Almost Hear The Heavy Breathing Spirits, All Determined To Get Somewhere. New Orleans, Unlike A Lot Of Places You Go Back To And That Don't Have The Magic Anymore, Still Has Got It. Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. You Can't See It, But You Know It's Here. Somebody's Always Sinking.

[in 1951] We Were Also Told That The Russians Could Be Parachuting From Planes Over Our Town At Any Time. These Were The Same Russians That My Uncles Had Fought Alongside Only A Few Years Earlier. Now They Had Become Monsters Who Were Coming To Slit Our Throats And Incinerate Us. It Seemed Peculiar. Living Under A Cloud Of Fear Like This Robs A Child Of His Spirit. It's One Thing To Be Afraid When Someone's Holding A Shotgun On You, But It's Another Thing To Be Afraid Of Something That's Just Not Quite Real.

Bob Has Never Written A Bad Song. Bob Dylan Is A Genius.

A Mistake Is To Commit A Misunderstanding.