There doesn't seem to be any tomorrow. Every time I wake up, no matter in what position, it's always been today.
If I made records for my own pleasure, I would only record Charley Patton songs.
Come senators, congressmen, Please heed the call, Don't stand in the doorway, Don't block up the hall, For he that gets hurt, Will be he who has stalled, The battle outside ragin', Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, For the times they are a-changin'...
Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken.
You've got to lose your passion for dumbness.
There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it.