Music crosses every boundary there is. I just wish there was more to (American) music now. To me, it’s at an all time low. All that promise from the ‘60s has been lost. Everyone is chasing after that sterile synthesizer sound – all those drum machines. The (human) heart doesn’t beat like those machines. It’s out of touch. The best music is people expressing themselves – and you don’t always find that on records anymore. The best singers I’ve heard in recent years are on the street on New York and New Orleans. There’s nothing self-conscious about them. But you don’t see them, cause they don’t fit on cable TV.
-Bob Dylan (Robert Hilburn Interview, West Berlin, June 13, 1984)

Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing

Well it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Ifin’ you don’t know by now
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It’ll never do some how

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed

Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams

Man thinks ’cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
And if things don’t change soon, he will
Oh, man has invented his doom,
First step was touching the moon