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To: I Am John Galt who wrote (444)	7/2/1998 11:55:00 AM
From: Turboe	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13060

Here are some of my favorite Dylan lyrics that seem to comport with my libertarianism: A] Oh the time will come up When the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin'. Like the stillness in the wind Before the hurricane begins, The hour that when the ship comes in. And the sea will split And the ships will hit And the shoreline sands will be a-shaking. Then the tide will sound And the waves will pound And the morning will be breaking. Oh the fishes will laugh As they swim out of the path And the seagulls they'll be a-smiling. And the rocks on the sand Will proudly stand, The hour that the ship comes in. And the words that are used For to get the ship confused Will not be understood as they're spoken. For the chains of the sea Will have busted in the night And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean. A song will lift As the mainsail shifts And the boat drifts on to the shoreline. And the sun will respect Every face on the deck, The hour that the ship comes in. Then the sands will roll Out a carpet of gold For your weary toes to be a-touchin'. And the ship's wise men Will remind you once again That the whole wide world is watchin;. Oh the foes will rise With the sleep still in their eyes And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'. But they'll pinch themselves and squeal And they'll know that it's for real, The hour that the ship comes in. Then they'll raise their hands, Sayin' we'll meet all your demands, But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered. And like Pharoah's tribe, They'll be drownded in the tide, And like Goliath, they'll be conquered. B] The trail is dark and dusty The road it's kind of rough, But the good road is a-waiting And boys it ain't far off. Trails of troubles, Roads of battles, Paths of victory, We shall walk. I walked out to the valley, I turned my head up high. I seen that silver linin' That was hangin' in the sky. Trails of troubles, Roads of battles, Paths of victory, We shall walk. The evenin' dusk was rollin', I was walking down the track. There was a one-way wind a-blowin' It was blowin' at my back. Trails of troubles, Roads of battles, Paths of victory, We shall walk. The gravel road is bumpy, It's a hard old road to ride, But the clearer road's up yonder With the cinders on the side. Trails of troubles, Roads of battles, Paths of victory, We shall walk. The morning train was movin', The hummin' of its wheels, Told me of a new day Coming across the fields. Trails of troubles, Roads of battles, Paths of victory, We shall walk. C] Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. And if your breath to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pens And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win Cause the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside ragin'. Will soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand. Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road's Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand Cause the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slowest now Will later be fast As the present now Willl later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last Cause the times they are a-changin'.