Your Heart Is Like The Ocean, Mysterious

Well, I Don't Know, But I've Been Told The Streets In Heaven Are Lined With Gold. I Ask You How Things Could Get Much Worse If The Russians Happen To Get Up There First; Wowee! Pretty Scary!

Don't Ask Me Nothing About Nothing, I Just Might Tell You The Truth

If You Wanted To, It Would Be Easy To Find Some Crappy Lyrics [of Bob Dylan] From The Eighties To Undermine The Nobel Prize.

He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.

"like A Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] Is A Kiss-off Song Like None Before Or Since.