Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.

Whatever colors you have in your mind, I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.

It may look like I'm moving but I'm standing still.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.

Everybody has their own idea of what's a poet. Robert Frost, President Johnson, T.S.Eliot, Rudolf Valentino - they're all poets. I like to think of myself as the one who carries the light bulb.

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.

After becoming famous once again - a 1976 song, "Hurricane," even marked a return to protest songwriting - [Bob] Dylan got addicted to drugs, found Jesus, left Jesus, and put out a lot of swill.