Bob Dylan

It means nothing as, all these tags have seen their life star wither away on the edge of some forsaken civilization. And I can only infer you’ve been emotionally impacted from the recent realization your favorite “patrician artists” are completely illiterate to the purpose of art. Let the waves crash over, let the new age in.

I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me, whoever would have guessed
I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within
That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.

Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped
Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped
Like a slave in orbit he's beaten 'til he's tame
All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame.

You're a psued. He only did that for literally two albums. Then he switched to rock and revolutionized it. Then he got bored with that and made the two greatest country western albums of all time. Then he spent the whole of the 70s doing unique, unclassifiable but amazing things. Then he made two amazing Christian albums and one okay then. Then he started to go downhill, but the last ten years have also been amazing.
Dude is the real deal.

Last night ’cross the alley there was a pounding on the walls

It must have been Don Pasqualli makin’ a two A.M. booty call

To break a trusting heart like mine was just your style

Well, I cried for you—now it’s your turn to cry awhile
I’m on the fringes of the night, fighting back tears that I can’t control

Some people they ain’t human, they got no heart or soul

Well, I’m crying to the Lord—I’m tryin’ to be meek and mild

Yes, I cried for you—now it’s your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, there’s preachers in the pulpits and babies in the cribs

I’m longin’ for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs

I’m gonna buy me a barrel of whiskey—I’ll die before I turn senile

Well, I cried for you—now it’s your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, you bet on a horse and it ran on the wrong way

I always said you’d be sorry and today could be the day

I might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trial

Well, I cried for you, now it’s your turn, you can cry awhile