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Nobody Saves America By Sniffing Cocaine. Jiggling Your Knees Blankeyed In The Rain, When It Snows In Your Nose You Catch Cold In Your Brain.

Bob Dylan's One Of The Greatest Blues Singers Of The Western World; Ancient Art, On-the-spot Improvisation, Mind Quickness, Endless Variation, Classical Formulae, Prophetic Vision, Mighty Wind-horse.

The Whole Blear World Of Smoke And Twisted Steel Around My Head In A Railroad Car, And My Mind Wandering Past The Rust Into Futurity: I Saw The Sun Go Down In A Carnal And Primeval World, Leaving Darkness To Cover My Railroad Train Because The Other Side Of The World Was Waiting For Dawn.

Who Can Live With This Consciousness And Not Wake Frightened At Sunrise?

It's Time We Did Something To Assert Ourselves. After All, We Do Comprise 10% Of The Population.