You say you're looking for someone who'll pick you up each time you fall, to gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call, a lover your life and nothing more. But it ain't me, babe.

Don't forget to support your public library.

Just in time for Bob Dylan to recoil from the attention, leave the city for Woodstock, and turn his back on fame.

In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall.

Yesterday is just a memory.

Sold my guitar to the baker's son for a few crumbs and a place to hide.

People have different emotional levels. Especially when you're young. Back then I guess most of my influences could be thought of as eccentric. Mass media had no overwhelming reach so I was drawn to the traveling performers passing through.