Sometimes The Silence Can Be Like Thunder.

There Are Many Here Among Us Who Feel That Life Is But A Joke. But You And I, We've Been Through That, And This Is Not Our Fate, So Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

I'm The Oldest Son Of A Crazy Man, I'm In A Cowboy Band.

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

I Can't See Myself Singing The Same Song Twice In A Row. That's Terrible.

The Exploitation And Superficiality Of Mainstream America Is The Object Not Of [bob] Dylan's Hipster Scorn, But Of An Apocalyptic Parable Of Holy Fools And Righteous Thieves - The Kind Of Imagery That Dylan's Later Work Would Explore More Fully.