Satan Will Give You A Little Taste,

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There

You Were Born With A Snake In Both Of Your Fists While A Hurricane Was Blowing.

There Were Only A Few Seats Left In Coach And Bob Found Himself Seated Next To A Young Female Fan. 'i Can't Believe I'm Sitting Next To Bob Dylan!' She Screamed.'pinch Yourself,' Said Bob."

You Don't Write A Song To Sit There On A Page. You Write It To Sing It.

There Are Those Who Worship Loneliness, I'm Not One Of Them In This Age Of Fiberglass I'm Searching For A Gem The Crystal Ball Up On The Wall Hasn't Shown Me Nothing Yet I've Paid The Price Of Solitude, But At Last I'm Out Of Debt