I'm inconsistent, even to myself.
And it's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard rain gonna fall.
Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be closed but at the same time they allow the seasons and breezes to enter and flow. They can shut you out or shut you in. And in some ways there is no difference.
Abe said, where do you want this killing done? God said, out on highway 61.
How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?
My songs always sound a lot better in person than they do on the record.