Two speakers perform a duet of Bob Dylan's "The Times They Are A-Changing," repeating verses about social awareness and inevitable transformation. The performance uses Dylan's protest-song rhetoric to evoke themes of societal change, though it contains no explicit discussion of universal basic income or world peace.
Come gather round, people, wherever you roam, and admit that the waters around you have grown, and accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you is worth saving, then you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone, for the times they are a-changin'.
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Some writers and critics who prophesize with your pen, and keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again.
And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin, and there's no telling who that it's naming.
Was a loser, now will be later to win.
Hold it Times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call.
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall.
Oh, he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled the battle out.
The outside raging will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, for the times they are a-changin'.
Mothers and fathers throughout the land, and don't criticize what you can't understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.
The old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand. Oh, the times, they are a-changin'.
The line, it is drawn. Circuits cast. The slow one now will later be fast, as the present now will later be past.
The order is rapidly fading, and the first one now will later be last, for the times, they are a-changin'.
Come gather round, people, wherever you roam, and admit that the waters around you have grown, and accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you is worth saving, then you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone. Oh, the times they are a-changin'. Some writers and critics who prophesize with your pen, and keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again.
And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin, and there's no tellin' who that it's namin'.
A loser now will be later to win, for the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call. Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall, for he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled.
The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, for the times they are a-changin'.
Mothers and fathers throughout the land, then don't criticize what you can't understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.
Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand. Oh, the times, they are a-changin'.
The line, it is drawn. The curse, it is cast. The slow one now will later be fast, as the present now will later be past.
The order is rapidly fading, and the first one now will later be last, for the times, they are a-changin'.
Come gather round, people, wherever you roam, and admit that the waters around you have grown, and accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you is worth saving, then you better start You better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone, for the times, they are a-changin'. Some writers and critics who prophesize with your pen, and keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again.
And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin, and there's no tellin' who that it's naming was the loser now will be later the win, for the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call. Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall, or heed the The one that gets hurt will be he who has stalled.
The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls.
Oh, the times they are a-changin'. Mothers and fathers throughout the land, then don't criticize what you can't understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.
Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand. Oh, the times, they are a-changin'.
The line, it is drawn. The curse, it is cast.
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