Yesterday Is Just A Memory.

And There's No One There To Dry Your Tears. I Could Hold You For A Million Years. To Make You Feel My Love.

If I Wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd Probably Think That Bob Dylan Has A Lot Of Answers Myself.

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There

As I Stepped To The Stage To Pick Up My Degree, And The Locusts Sang Off In The Distance.

Recording Studios Are Filled With Technology. They Are Set In Their Ways. And To Update Them Means You'd Have To Change Them Back. That Would Be My Idea Of Upgrading. And This Will Never Happen. As Far As I Know, Recording Studios Are Booked All The Time. So Obviously People Like All The Improvements. The More Technically Advanced They Are, The More In Demand They Become.