I Don't Know Where I'm

Hear This Robert Zimmerman, I Wrote A Song For You, About A Strange Young Man Called Dylan With A Voice Like Sand And Glue.

People Look To Me To See What The Spirit Of The Seventies Is.

I Probably Also Wanted To Be Black At That Particular Time [ 9 Years Old] As Well.

I'm A Phallus In Pigtails, And There's Blood On My Nose, And My Tissue Is Rotting Where The Rats Chew My Bones. And My Eye Sockets Empty, See Nothing But Pain, I Keep Having This Brainstorm About Twelve Times A Day.

You've Got Your Mother In A Whirl, She's Not Sure If Your A Boy Or A Girl.