This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.
Bob DylanYour old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.
Bob DylanI consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a poet.
Bob DylanDown the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogsยดll lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind, For Iยดm one to many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid.
Bob Dylan