Well Now What's The Use In Dreamin'

Obscenity, Who Really Cares. Propaganda, All Is Phony.

In The Dime Stores And Bus Stations
 People Talk Of Situations
 Read Books, Repeat Quotations
 Draw Conclusions On The Wall
 Some Speak Of The Future
 My Love She Speaks Softly
 She Knows There’s No Success Like Failure
 And That Failure’s No Success At All -bob Dylan, “love Minus Zero / No Limit” (1965)

So I Cut Off My Hair And I Rode Straight Away, To The Wild Unknown Country Where I Could Not Go Wrong.

It Wouldn't Kill You To Stay The Night Anyway.

Well The Deputy Walks On Hard Nails And The Preacher Rides A Mount, But Nothing Really Matters Much It's Doom Alone That Counts.