All The Tired Horses In The Sun

And There's No One There To Dry Your Tears. I Could Hold You For A Million Years. To Make You Feel My Love.

Everything In New Orleans Is A Good Idea. Bijou Temple-type Cottages And Lyric Cathedrals Side By Side. Houses And Mansions, Structures Of Wild Grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival Standing In A Long Line In The Rain. Roman Catholic Art. Sweeping Front Porches, Turrets, Cast-iron Balconies, Colonnades- 30-foot Columns, Gloriously Beautiful- Double Pitched Roofs, All The Architecture Of The Whole Wide World And It Doesn't Move.

The Highlight Of My Career? That's Easy, Elvis Recording One Of My Songs.

The "joker" Here ["all Along The Watchtower" ] Is The Older [bob] Dylan Himself, Whining About Exploitation, And The Thief's Rejoinder Re-contextualizes The Earlier Critique Into The Religious Frames That Would Become More Prominent As Time Went On.

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape