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...
    "We'll 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,
    I'm younger than that now.

    Girl's faces formed the forward path
    From phony jealousy,
    To memorizing politics
    Of ancient history.
    Flung down by corpse evangelist
    Unthought of, though, somehow,
    Ah, but I was so much older then,
    I'm younger than that now.

    A self-ordained professor's 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 soldier's stance I aimed my hand
    At the mongrel dogs who teach
    Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
    In the instant that I preach.
    My pathway 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 guards 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.
     

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