谁知道Bob Dylan的my back pages的歌词

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 flocks of musketeers
foundationed deep, somehow.
ah, but i was so much older then,
i'm younger than that now.

girls' faces formed the forward path
from phony jealousy
to memorizing politics
of ancient history
flung down by corpse evangelists
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