I'm the oldest son of a crazy man, I'm in a cowboy band.
Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.
I see through your brain like I see through the water that runs down the drain.
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul.
You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong
A poem is a naked person.
The walls of pride are high and wide, can't see over to the other side.
When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend, just remember that death is not the end.
I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men and it all sounded no different to me.
It's east to see without lookin' too far that not much is really sacred.
Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.
So, I don't know. I think so. It's all in the heart, whatever keeps you that way. Keeps you forever young. Forever young doesn't necessarily mean that you don't grow old, but you just have some contact with what put you where you are. You know, keep some type of contact. Anyway...
The sun's not yellow, its chicken!
Idiot wind, blowing every time you open your mouth.
I could stay with you forever and never realize the time.
You must be vulnerable to be sensitive to reality. And to be vulnerable is just another way of saying that one has nothing more to lose. I don't have anything but darkness to lose.
Now all the criminals in their suits and ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise
All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.
I like Fidel Castro and his beard.
Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon.
There ought to be a law about you coming around.
Well, I don't know, but I've been told the streets in heaven are lined with gold. I ask you how things could get much worse if the Russians happen to get up there first; Wowee! pretty scary!
America was founded on the backs of slaves.
If you wanted to, it would be easy to find some crappy lyrics [of Bob Dylan] from the Eighties to undermine the Nobel Prize.
"America was founded on the backs of slaves."
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