I Can Be Jubilant One Moment And

Every Cause That Ever I Fought, I Fought It Full Without Regret Or Shame.

I Can't See My Reflection In The Waters, I Can't Speak The Sounds That Show No Pain. I Can't Hear The Echo Of My Footsteps, Or Can't Remember The Sound Of My Own Name.

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

One Night Around That Time, At Hammersmith, Bob Dylan Was About To Go Into [his 1963 Classic] 'don't Think Twice, It's Alright.he Said, 'hey, Bucky! Play Mandolin On This.' I Am Not Really A Mandolin Player; I Could Only Play In Certain Keys. Halfway Through, He Stops The Band, Turns To The Audience And Points To Me. He Says: 'he Isn't Playing, He's Miming.' And Then: 'should I Fire Him?' The Whole Audience Yells.

I'm Ready To Go Anywhere, I'm Ready For To Fade, Into My Own Parade, Cast Your Dancing Spell My Way.