Your explanation depresses me," I said. "Your nonsense depresses me," said Simple.

Believing everything she read In the daily news, (No in-between to choose) She thought that only One side won, Not that BOTH Might lose.

An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.

I asked you, baby, If you understood- You told me that you didn't, But you thought you would.

It were depression, too. They cut my wages down once at the foundry. They cut my wages down again. Then they cut my wages out, also the job.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.