Experience Teaches Us That Silence Terrifies People

My Guard Stood Hard When Abstract Threats, Too Noble To Neglect, Deceived Me Into Thinking, I Had Something To Protect.

I March In The Parade Of Liberty But As Long As I Love You I’m Not Free How Long Must I Suffer Such Abuse Won’t You Let Me See You Smile One Time Before I Turn You Loose?

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

In The Dime Stores And Bus Stations
 People Talk Of Situations
 Read Books, Repeat Quotations
 Draw Conclusions On The Wall
 Some Speak Of The Future
 My Love She Speaks Softly
 She Knows There’s No Success Like Failure
 And That Failure’s No Success At All -bob Dylan, “love Minus Zero / No Limit” (1965)

We All Like Motorcycles To Some Degree.