Too Much Information About Nothing.

You Don't Need A Weatherman To Know Which Way The Wind Blows.

He Gambled All His Life, He's Got 27 Children, Yet He's Never Had A Wife.

The Good Samaritan, He's Getting Dressed, He's Getting Ready For The Show. He's Going To The Carnival Tonight On Desolation Row.

With Your Silhouette When The Sunlight Dims Into Your Eyes Where The Moonlight Swims, And Your Match-book Songs And Your Gypsy Hymns, Who Among Them Would Try To Impress You? -bob Dylan, "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands” (1966)

As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of Prey, Who Pick Up On His Bread Crumb Sins, And There Are No Sins Inside The Gates Of Eden.