It's Hard To Speculate What

I'm Gonna Spare The Defeated. I'm Gonna Tame The Proud.

I Heard The Tongues Of Angels And The Tongues Of Men And It All Sounded No Different To Me.

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

... We're Living In A Machiavellian World, Whether We Like It Or We Don't.

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)