The pump don't work cause the vandals took the handle

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

I'm used to writing songs and songs-I can fill em up with symbolism and metaphors. When you write a book (Chronicles, Vol. 1), you gotta tell the truth, and it can't be misinterpreted.

In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.

The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.

A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.

I'll be selling tickets for my next tour exclusively through Jonah Lehrer. Make sure to pay cash.