I think it would count more, if we did less personal appearances.
When things get too heavy, just call me helium, the lightest known gas to man.
If it was up to me, there wouldn't be no such thing as the establishment.
I love Dylan. I only met him once, about three years ago, back at the Kettle of Fish on MacDougal Street. That was before I went to England. I think both of us were pretty drunk at the time, so he probably doesn’t remember it.
Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.
The one that rambles for a million miles, yes, I walk down this road searching for your love.