She can play my guitar note for note, she likes to stick her tongue down my throat.
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'. When she said, hey man, you crazy or somethin'?
Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.
It's not easy to define poetry.
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.
May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong, may you stay forever young.