"Like a Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] is a kiss-off song like none before or since.
The one who is not being born is dying.
I kinda live where I find myself.
You might be a rock and roll addict prancing on the stage. You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage.
Really the truth is just a plain picture. A plain picture of, let's say, a tramp vomiting in the sewere. You know, and next door to the picture Mr. Rockefeller or Mr. C. W. Jones on the subway going to work. You know, any kind of picture. Just make a collage of pictures.
You have to know that you're the best whether anybody else tells you that or not. And that you'll be around, in one way or another, longer than anybody else. Somewhere inside of you, you have to believe that.