Any Real Bob Dylan Fan Would Sleep

It's Not Important What Other People Call You. If You Yourself Know You're A Fake, That's Tougher To Live With.

Then Take Me Disappearin' Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time, Far Past The Frozen Leaves, The Haunted, Frightened Trees, Out To The Windy Beach, Far From The Twisted Reach Of Crazy Sorrow. Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands, With All Memory And Fate Driven Deep Beneath The Waves, Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow.

There's Danger In This Open World Where Men Strive To Be Free, And To Me The Greatest Danger Was In Society.

An Artist Is Always In The State Of Becoming.

Some Times I Think This Whole World Is One Big Prison Yeard Some Of Us Are Prisoners The Rest Of Us Are Guards