God bless you all with peace, tranquility and good will.

I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men and it all sounded no different to me.

Sometimes the silence can be like thunder.

I was lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere, I was lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair. I looked way up my chimney hole, I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl.

The inmates and prisoners, I found they were my kind, and it was there inside the bars I found my peace of mind.

The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The new order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.

My songs were influenced not so much by poetry on the page but by poetry being recited by the poets who recited poems with jazz bands.