Dylan on the basement stairs

All these songs are connected Nothing out of the ordinary,  just something natural                           ...

 . . . No one around could understand what was written by the mystic hand . . .              ...

     My prediction was correct: the song I heard when I first entered the basement summed up the joy of a shared comradeship...

     I´m spending the first few hours of the afternoon looking over some material I´ve been collecting for my literary biography...

     Like Rick, I enjoy watching the sun as it shines behind the house at this time of day.       I started painting th...

          I see a light come shining           From the summer unto the winter.           To be here and then ...

There are some things not spoken about, and others that are spoken about without being things ... That caravan parked b...