Loneliness Got a mind of its own The more people around The more you feel alone
In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.
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)
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you.
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies.
For them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely.
You're better than no one and no one is better than you.
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity.
I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.
I'm inconsistent, even to myself.
I think I have a dualistic nature.
You can't do something forever.
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.
Since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line.
I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.
Proud to steal her anything she sees, but you will wind up peeking through her key hole down upon your knees.
Love is all there is, it makes the world go around. Love and only love, it can't be denied.
The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.
Trying to create a next world war, he found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor, he said I never engaged in this kind of thing before, but yes I think it can be very easily done.
He gambled all his life, he's got 27 children, yet he's never had a wife.
Silvio, I gotta go, find out something only dead men know.
Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.
Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.
"America was founded on the backs of slaves."
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