I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.
I felt like I might as well have been living in another part of the solar system.
I started writing songs after I heard Hank Williams.
The land of milk and honey, they say it is the land of money.
Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.
Because Dickens and Dostoyevsky and Woody Guthrie were telling their stories much better than I ever could, I decided to stick to my own mind.
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke
Call me any name you like I will never deny it.
It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be.
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.
People call you this or that. But I can't respond because then it seems like I'm defensive, you know, what does it matter, really?
You don't write a song to sit there on a page. You write it to sing it.
I play these [folk acoustic] concerts and I ask myself, 'Would you come see me tonight?' - and I'd have to answer truthfully, 'No, I wouldn't come. I'd rather be doin' something else, really I would. That something else is rock... The words are pictures, and the rock's gonna help me flesh out the colors of the pictures. (1965)
I was sick of the way my lyrics had been extrapolated, their meanings subverted into polemics and that I had been anointed as the Big Bubba of Rebellion, High Priest of Protest, the Duke of Disobedience, Leader of the Freeloaders, Kaiser of Apostasy, Archbishop of Anarchy, the Big Cheese. Horrible titles any way you want to look at it. All code words for Outlaw.
Every step of the way we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is pilin' up, we struggle and we scrape We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape
You could listen to Woody Guthrie songs and actually learn how to live.
I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
You've got to lose your passion for dumbness.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives.
Well now what's the use in dreamin' You got better things to do Dreams never did work for me anyway Even when they did come true
Well, I try my best to be just like I am, But everybody wants you to be just like them, They sing while you slave and I just get bored
I don't really have a retirement plan.
I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.
"America was founded on the backs of slaves."
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