you're nothing

i walked bob dylan up on stage in 1975 who the ♥♥♥♥ are you?

Half of the people can be part right all of the time, and some of the people can be all right part of the time, but all of the people can’t be all right all of the time.

I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison