My love ,she speaks like silence, without ideals or violence. She doesn't have to say she's faithful, yet she's true.

There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, so let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir.

I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.

Your 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'.

Look, you know i don't wanna come on ungrateful, but that warren report, you know as well as me, just didn't make it. You know, like they might as well have asked some banana salesman from des moines, who was up in toronto on the big day, if he saw anyone around looking suspicious/.

Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp