It's like going out to the desert and screaming and then having little kids throw their sandbox at you. I'm only 24.
They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row.
It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry
Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.
and if anybody asks me is it easy to forget I'll say it is easily done, you just pick anyone, and pretend that you never have met
Dead man, dead man When will you arise? Cobwebs in your mind Dust upon your eyes
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth. None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
It may look like I'm moving but I'm standing still.
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
I just wanted a song to sing, and there came a point where I couldn't sing anything...nobo dy else was writing what I wanted to sing. I couldn't find it anywhere. If I could I probably would never have started writing.
The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of places you go back to and that don't have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody's always sinking.
My songs are personal music, they're not communal. I wouldn't want people singing along with me. It would sound funny. I'm not playing campfire meetings. I don't remember anyone singing along with Elvis, Carl Perkins or Little Richard.
But now we got weapons Of the chemical dust If fire them we're forced to Then fire them we must One push of the button And a shot the world wide And you never ask questions When God's on your side
We never thought we could ever get old.
Shakespeare's last play was called The Tempest. It wasn't called just plain Tempest. The name of my record is just plain Tempest. It's two different titles.
How many a year has passed and gone and many gamble has been lost and won, and many a road taken by a friend and each one I've never seen again.
The truth that I am seeking is in your missing file.
Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken.
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes. Daddy's in the alley, he's looking for food.
Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.
Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism, fools making laws for the breaking of jaws.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
Let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed.
"America was founded on the backs of slaves."
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