Blonde on Blonde

Slothrop: Humble readers for whom our blog is a shot of dope into the bloodstream, you'll have noticed that Slothrop took his time posting on this here animal. This is because Slothrop has learned a lot about this world, and he knows when hiding under the couch, shivering, is the thing to do. So that's where he's been, under the couch, shivering. This ain't no tiger to trifle with, son, said his wisdom. And so but eventually Slothrop confronted the fear, and sure enough, his stereo blew up. No, friends, Slothrop ain't no poet and that's no metaphor. After "Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" finished playing, his car stereo exploded. So it's all true about the hordes of demons and menagerie of witches on this album, and Slothrop can only graciously thank the car itself for not blowing up as well. 

Well, if you wanna see the sun rise
Honey, I know where
We'll go out and see it sometime
We'll both just sit there and stare