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American life during the 1920's and 30's was simple. Farmers found fertile land, grew their crops, and lived humbly. Outside of the major cities, life seemed somewhat monotonous, and the painting **American Gothic** conveys a great depiction of life during the Great Depression. The expression on the Mr. and Mrs. faces can be interpreted to show boredom, and repetition. The products dispensed by the farmers of the Great Depression earned they very little money. However, there was a moral and ethical dilemma going on with a lot of farmers. If they were not making enough money farming, why wouldn't they try and find more lucrative ways of earning a living. Well, if all the farmers in America stopped growing food, America would starve. Some people weren't active in endeavors for themselves, but they felt an obligation to push America forward at the expense of their own self.

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by Bob Dylan
 * //"Like a Rolling Stone"//**

Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?