Obscenity, Who Really Cares. Propaganda, All Is

When Blackness Was A Virtue And The Road Was Full Of Mud, I Came In From The Wilderness, A Creature Void Of Form.

If You Wanted To, It Would Be Easy To Find Some Crappy Lyrics [of Bob Dylan] From The Eighties To Undermine The Nobel Prize.

I Don't Need Your Organization, I've Moved Your Mountains And I've Marked You Cards, But Eden Is Burning. You Better Get Ready For Elimination Or Else Your Hearts Must Have The Courage Of The Changing Of The Guard.

A Lot Of People Say There Is No Happiness In This Life And Certainly There's No Permanent Happiness. But Self-sufficiency Creates Happiness.

Popular Music Had Never Had Lyrical Sophistication Of This Type [like Bob Dylan]; Wit, To Be Sure, But "darkness At The Break Of Noon/shadows Even The Silver Spoon/the Handmade Blade, The Child's Balloon/eclipses Both The Sun And Moon/to Understand You Know Too Soon/ There Is No Sense In Trying"? No.