Expecting Rain

Well, I'm hittin' it too hard
My stones won't take
I get up in the mornin'
But it's too early to wake

you just sit around and ask for ashtrays can't you reach?

This seems sort of relevant (tho I know its not all Bob) to the climate of obstructionism now currently in Congress:

They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings.
Steal a little and they throw you in jail,
Steal a lot and they make you king.

Man does Infidels have some great moments.

but the magician is quicker and game is much thicker
and blod is blacker than ink
there's no tiime to think

"The frozen smile
Upon my face
Fits me
Like a glove"

I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from

A nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't wanna have to be dealin' with

Some things last longer than you think they will,
Some kind of things you can never kill.

Yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd
A man who swears he's not to blame
All day long I hear him shouting so loud
Crying out that he was framed...

I always hear this song with Richard's voice in my head. He really did it some heartbreaking justice.

And the frozen smile upon my face
Fits me like a glove

Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.

I'm tellin you again hell's my wife's hometown

Dunno about favourite, but one that's really stayed with me is

Last night I knew you
Tonight I don't.

Assured that love is just a four-letter word

I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black 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,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Cold black glass don't make no mirror
Cold black water don't make no tears

Ive seen bether days
But who has not

Loneliness got a mind of its own
The more people around the more you feel alone
I'm chained to the earth like a silent slave
Trying to break free out of death's dark cave

(I always thought this ended "out of deaths stockade")

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder...

If I ever catch my opponents sleepin' I'd just slaughter 'em where they lie...

you say my kisses are not like his,
this time im not gonna tell you why that is,
i'm just gonna let you pass,
and i'll go last,
and time will tell just who has failed
and who's been left behind
when you go your way and i'll go mine

But the dark does die
As the curtain is drawn and somebody's eyes
Must meet the dawn

Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
. . .
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes

Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,
Overturn these tables.
This place don't make sense to me no more.
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?

Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
Feel like talking to somebody but I just don't know who