Earth is a flower and it's pollinating.
Southern change gonna come at last! Now your crosses are burning fast, Southern Man.
I'll never be Bob Dylan. He's the master.
The true martial artist yields to the weak, while withstanding the strong.
It's cool to go places where working people are happy.
Sailing heart-ships through broken harbors out on the waves of the night, still the searcher must ride the dark horse racing alone in his fright.