An Artist Is Always In The State

Bullets Can Harm You And Death Can Disarm You, But No, You Will Not Be Deceived. Stripped Of All Virtue As You Crawl Through The Dirt, You Can Give But You Cannot Receive.

No Reason To Get Excited,' The Thief, He Kindly Spoke, There Are Many Here Among Us Who Feel That Life Is But A Joke.

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

Ironically, This Was Bob Dylan's Period [1967-74] Of Greatest Fame.

Suddenly I Found You And The Spirit In Me Sings, Don't Have To Look No Further, You're The Soul Of Many Things.