He Gambled All His Life, He's Got

Look Out Your Window, And I'll Be Gone. You're The Reason I'm A-traveling On.

"subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] Captures, In Word-salad Format, Life In An Encroaching Police State.

I Really Didn't Consider Myself Happy Or Unhappy.

Good And Bad, I Define These Terms, Quite Clear, No Doubt, Somehow.

I March In The Parade Of Liberty But As Long As I Love You I’m Not Free How Long Must I Suffer Such Abuse Won’t You Let Me See You Smile One Time Before I Turn You Loose?