For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

People think that singing and playing is easy. It's not. It's easy to strum along, but if you actually want to really play, where it's important, that's a hard thing and not too many people are good at it.

Madonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode, where her cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road, on the back of the fish truck that loads, while my conscience explodes.

Along with some of the worst music of Bob Dylan's career ("Self-Portrait," 1970), this period produced some gems - including many songs recorded with The Band in '67 but not released until years later.

The radio makes hideous sounds.

There are things I could say. But I don't.

I'm a liberal to a degree, I want everybody to be free. But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater move in next door.