The confessional singer-songwriter movement of the 1970s was in full swing, and Bob Dylan's emotional album [ Blood on the Tracks] resonated with the times. There would be other hits, but never the same alchemy of emotion and time.

You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.

There's no liquor in the land that can stop your brain from bleedin

If I had wings, no one would ask me: should I fly?

People talk about Frank Sinatra all the time - and they should talk about Frank - but he had the greatest arrangers. They worked for him in a different kind of way than they worked for other people. They gave him arrangements that are just sublime on every level. And he, of course, could match that because he had this ability to get inside of the song in a sort of a conversational way. Frank sang to you, not at you, like so many pop singers today. Even singers of standards.

I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.

I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings. And I've never been too impressed.