The "joker" here ["All Along the Watchtower" ] is the older [Bob] Dylan himself, whining about exploitation, and the thief's rejoinder re-contextualizes the earlier critique into the religious frames that would become more prominent as time went on.

You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

If you try to be anyone but yourself, you will fail; if you are not true to your own heart, you will fail. Then again, there's no success like failure

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people, they're drinking, thinking that they got it made. Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things, but you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it, babe.

They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives.

I'll be selling tickets for my next tour exclusively through Jonah Lehrer. Make sure to pay cash.

People don't live or die, people just float.