“CRIMSON FLAMES TIED THROUGH MY EARS
ROLLIN' HIGH AND MIGHTY TRAPS POUNCED WITH FIRE ON FLAMING ROADS USING IDEAS AS MY MAPS "WE'LL MEET ON EDGES, SOON," SAID I PROUD 'NEATH HEATED BROW AH, BUT I WAS SO MUCH OLDER THEN I'M YOUNGER THAN THAT NOW.” My Back Pages Another Side of Bob Dylan August |