Well The Book Of Leviticus

When The Jelly Faced Women All Sneeze, Hear The One With The Mustache Say I Can't Find My Knees.

Take Me On A Trip Upon Your Magic Swirling Ship.

With Your Silhouette When The Sunlight Dims Into Your Eyes Where The Moonlight Swims, And Your Match-book Songs And Your Gypsy Hymns, Who Among Them Would Try To Impress You? -bob Dylan, "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands” (1966)

I've Never Written A Political Song. Songs Can't Save The World. I've Gone Through All That.

I Can Be Jubilant One Moment And Pensive The Next, And A Cloud Could Go By And Make That Happen.