Bob Dylan

Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou read more

Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masks

Hey! Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going read more

Hey! Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

Money doesn't talk, it swears.

Money doesn't talk, it swears.

Despite everybody who has been born and has died, the world has just gone on. I mean, look at Napoleon read more

Despite everybody who has been born and has died, the world has just gone on. I mean, look at Napoleon --but we went right on. Look at Harpo Marx --the world went around, it didn't stop for a second. It's sad but true. John Kennedy, right?

How many roads must a man walk down
Before your can call him a man? . . .
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How many roads must a man walk down
Before your can call him a man? . . .
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.