The motorcycle black madonna Two wheeled gypsy queen.
God got the power, man has got his vanity. Man gotta choose before God can set him free.
Aretha with no goals, eternally single & one step soft of heaven/ let it be understood that she owns this melody along with her emotional diplomats & her earth & her musical secrets
Shadows are falling and I've been here all day/It's too hot to sleep, time is running away/Feel like my soul has turned into steel/I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal.
I need all kinds of songs - fast ones, slow ones, minor key, ballads, rumbas - and they all get juggled around during a live show. I've been trying for years to come up with songs that have the feeling of a Shakespearean drama, so I'm always starting with that.
On the cliffs of your wild cat charms I'm riding.
There would be brilliant songs, but, as [Bob] Dylan admitted on the recent Martin Scorsese documentary about him (No Direction Home), the specific muse that inspired "It's Alright Ma" would not return.
You five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads, I got a real gal I'm loving and Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead.
Like the lion tears the flesh off a man, so can a woman who passes herself off as a male.
To preach of peace and brotherhood, oh what might be the cost? A man he did it long ago, and they hung him on a cross.
How many roads must a man walk down Before your can call him a man? . . . The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turning over in his grave.
You should always take the best from the past, leave the worst back there and go forward into the future.
Praise be to Nero's Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody's shouting "Which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot Fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers.
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp
In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.
There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better.
Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
It's hard to speculate what tomorrow may bring.
Chaos is a friend of mine.
In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall.
Your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark.
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am.
"America was founded on the backs of slaves."
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