No Reason To Get Excited,' The Thief,

I Can Picture The Color Of The Song, Or The Shape Of It, Or Who It Is That I'm Trying To Appeal To, In The Song, And What I'm Trying To, Almost, Reinforce My Feelings For. And I Know That Sounds Sort Of Vague And Abstract, But I've Got A Handle On It When I'm Doing It.

Bent Out Of Shape From Society's Pliers, Cares Not To Come Up Any Higher, But Rather Get You Down In The Hole That He's In.

Bob Dylan Wrote In His Elliptical Memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, He Was Washed Up In The 1980s, No Longer A Commercial Success, And No Longer Putting Out Good Work.

The "joker" Here ["all Along The Watchtower" ] Is The Older [bob] Dylan Himself, Whining About Exploitation, And The Thief's Rejoinder Re-contextualizes The Earlier Critique Into The Religious Frames That Would Become More Prominent As Time Went On.

How Can The Life Of Such A Man Be In The Palm Of Some Fools Hand?