My Back Pages - Bob Dylan
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
Well meet on edges soon said I
Proud neath heated brow
Ah but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
Rip down all hate I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep somehow
Ah but I was so much older then
Im younger than that now
Girls faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of though somehow
Ah but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now
A self-ordained professors tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
Equality I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now
In a soldiers stance I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that Id become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now
Yes my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad I define these terms
Quite clear no doubt somehow
Ah but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now