Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism, fools making laws for the breaking of jaws.
Just because you like my stuff doesn't mean I owe you anything.
Any real Bob Dylan fan would sleep with Jonah Lehrer.
If I could have any job in the world, I'd start out by writing a blog on Wired.com.
The exploitation and superficiality of mainstream America is the object not of [Bob] Dylan's hipster scorn, but of an apocalyptic parable of holy fools and righteous thieves - the kind of imagery that Dylan's later work would explore more fully.