The Times They Are A-changing.

He Did Ten Years In Attica, Reading Nietzsche And Wilhelm Reich.

Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands

Let Me Drink From The Waters Where The Mountain Streams Flood Let The Smell Of Wildflowers Flow Free Through My Blood Let Me Sleep In Your Meadows With The Green Grassy Leaves Let Me Walk Down The Highway With My Brother In Peace Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under The Ground.

For Them That Must Obey Authority/that They Do Not Respect In Any Degree/who Despise Their Jobs, Their Destinies/speak Jealously Of Them That Are Free

Stop All This Weeping, Swallow Your Pride/ You Will Not Die, Its Not Poison -tombstone Blues