Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.
Sold my guitar to the baker's son for a few crumbs and a place to hide.
Dead man, dead man When will you arise? Cobwebs in your mind Dust upon your eyes
Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism, fools making laws for the breaking of jaws.
You know, the streets are filled with vipers Who've lost all ray of hope You know, it ain't even safe no more In the palace of the Pope
The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.
Let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed.
I was so much older then; I'm younger than that now. From the back pages
If I made records for my own pleasure, I would only record Charley Patton songs.
A song is like a dream, and you try to make it come true. They're like strange countries that you have to enter.
Life is sad, life is a bust, all you can do is do what you must.
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all.
Nothing is better, nothing is best, take heed of this and get plenty of rest.
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes. Daddy's in the alley, he's looking for food.
The truth that I am seeking is in your missing file.
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
Uncle fought in Vietnam and then he fought a war all by himself.
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.
Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow will offer their heads for a prayer. You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations anytime, anyplace, anywhere.
The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls.
Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.
It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry
"America was founded on the backs of slaves."
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