You Could Listen To Woody

Just In Time For Bob Dylan To Recoil From The Attention, Leave The City For Woodstock, And Turn His Back On Fame.

The Inmates And Prisoners, I Found They Were My Kind, And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind.

There's Eyes Behind The Mirrors In Empty Places.

Chaos Is A Friend Of Mine.

Her Profession's Her Religion, Her Sin Is Lifelessness.