Ironically, this was Bob Dylan's period [1967-74] of greatest fame.

And there's no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years. To make you feel my love.

The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast

Why Nicolas Sarkozy is the head of France, [he is] warm and extremely likeable.

Now the wintertime is coming The windows are filled with frost I went to tell everybody But I could not get across Well, I wanna be your lover, baby I don't wanna be your boss Don't say I never warned you When your train gets lost.

If you choose to live outside the law, you must obey the law more stringently than anyone.