The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The new order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame And every time I pass that way I always hear my name
Her profession's her religion, her sin is lifelessness.
Look out your window, and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm a-traveling on.
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke
Just because you like my stuff doesn't mean I owe you anything.
All that foreign oil controlling American soil.
You've got to lose your passion for dumbness.
Every brain is civilized, Every nerve is analyzed, Everything is criticized when you are in need.
I want to use songs that everybody knows or thinks they know. I want to show them a different side of it and open up that world in a more unique way. You have to believe what the words are saying and the words are as important as the melody. Unless you believe the song and have lived it, there's little sense in performing it. I never wanted to be a singer that
Truth is like a waterslide-only fun when it's slippery and wet.
You learn from a conglomeration of the incredible past - whatever experience gotten in any way whatsoever.
There's a lot of false prophets around and that's the trouble. People say they think they know what's right and other people get people to follow them because they have a certain type of charisma, and there's always people willing to take over. People want a leader. And there will be more and more of them.
Ring the bells for the blind and deaf.
I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.
Having these colossal accolades and titles, they get in the way.
I'm not going to read any of these magazines. I mean, because they've just got too much to lose by printing the truth. You know that.
Call me any name you like I will never deny it.
If I had wings, no one would ask me: should I fly?
They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives.
Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
How many deaths will it take 'till we know that too many people have died?
Everybody knows by now that there's a gazillion books on me either out or coming out in the near future. So I'm encouraging anybody who's ever met me, heard me or even seen me, to get in on the action and scribble their own book. You never know, somebody might have a great book in them.
Because Dickens and Dostoyevsky and Woody Guthrie were telling their stories much better than I ever could, I decided to stick to my own mind.
Every step of the way we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is pilin' up, we struggle and we scrape We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape
"America was founded on the backs of slaves."
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