Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from/Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
Bob DylanMothers tell your children not to do the things I have done, to spend my life in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun.
Bob DylanA song is like a dream, and you try to make it come true. They're like strange countries that you have to enter.
Bob Dylan