"I’ve been getting freer in the songs I write, but I still feel confined. That’s why I write a lot of poetry." — Bob Dylan, June 1964— Bobby Aguilera (@BobbyAguilera) June 27, 2013
The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with
“What time is it?” said the judge to Joey when they met
“Five to ten,” said Joey. The judge says, “That’s exactly what you get”
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin’ to stop a strike
His closest friends were black men ’cause they seemed to understand
What it’s like to be in society with a shackle on your hand
When they let him out in ’71 he’d lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great
He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, “I have returned and now I want what’s mine”
King of the streets, child of clay
The Playboy Interview, 1966
- PLAYBOY: Some people might feel that you're trying to cop out of fighting for the things you believe in.
- DYLAN: Those would be people who think I have some sort of responsibility toward them. They probably want me to help them make friends. I don't know. They probably either want to set me in their house and have me come out every hour and tell them what time it is, or else they just want to stick me in between the mattress. How could they possibly understand what I believe in?
- PLAYBOY: Well, what do you believe in?
- DYLAN: I already told you.