Romance never does go out of fashion. It's radical. But it's out of step with the current media culture.
People have different emotional levels. Especially when you're young. Back then I guess most of my influences could be thought of as eccentric. Mass media had no overwhelming reach so I was drawn to the traveling performers passing through.
The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed.
The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.
Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.
Obscenity, who really cares. Propaganda, all is phony.
In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.
Fortune or fame, you must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim.
Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.
Don't know which one is worse, doing your own thing or just being cool.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark.
Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us, he's content when you're under his thumb. Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him, to survive it you play deaf and dumb.
Too much information about nothing.
You'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the bottom.
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.
Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade.