It's Not A House, It's A Home.

The Naked Truth Is Still Taboo.

Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

[bob Dylan] Was Rarely Tender And Seldom Reached Out To Anticipate Another's Needs.

Broken Bottles, Broken Plates, Broken Switches, Broken Gates. Broken Dishes, Broken Parts, Streets Are Filled With Broken Hearts.

There Is A House In New Orleans They Call The Rising Sun, And It's Been The Ruin Of Many A Poor Boy And God I Know I'm One.