Manic Depression Is A Frustratin' Mess.

It's Not Really Into The Big Mass Movement In Music That I Want To Do, You Know.

Anyway, You Know Good And Well It Would Be Beyond The Will Of God, And The Grace Of The King

I Love Dylan. I Only Met Him Once, About Three Years Ago, Back At The Kettle Of Fish On Macdougal Street. That Was Before I Went To England. I Think Both Of Us Were Pretty Drunk At The Time, So He Probably Doesn’t Remember It.

You Know You Are A Sweet Little Heart Breaker, Foxy Lady.

The Story Of Love Is Hello And Goodbye... Until We Meet Again.