The Times They Are A-changing.

Come You Masters Of War You That Build All The Guns You That Build The Death Planes You That Build The Big Bombs You That Hide Behind Walls You That Hide Behind Desks I Just Want You To Know I Can See Through Your Masks.

I Gotta Friend Who Spends His Life, Stabbing My Picture With A Bowie Knife. Dreams Of Strangling Me With A Scarf, When My Name Comes Up He Pretends To Barf.

Popular Music Had Never Had Lyrical Sophistication Of This Type [like Bob Dylan]; Wit, To Be Sure, But "darkness At The Break Of Noon/shadows Even The Silver Spoon/the Handmade Blade, The Child's Balloon/eclipses Both The Sun And Moon/to Understand You Know Too Soon/ There Is No Sense In Trying"? No.

It May Look Like I'm Moving But I'm Standing Still.

I Stopped Smoking. When I Stopped Smoking, My Voice Changed... So Drastically, I Couldn't Believe It Myself.