Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed.

Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.

Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.

Along with some of the worst music of Bob Dylan's career ("Self-Portrait," 1970), this period produced some gems - including many songs recorded with The Band in '67 but not released until years later.

I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.

When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?

How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?