I can picture the color of the song, or the shape of it, or who it is that I'm trying to appeal… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
That's another way of writing a song, of course. Just talking to somebody that ain't there. That's the best way. That's the… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
People think they know me from my songs. But my repertoire of songs is so wide-ranging that you'd have to be a… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I just wanted a song to sing, and there came a point where I couldn't sing anything...nobo dy else was writing what… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
“All I'd ever done was sing songs that were dead straight and expressed powerful new realities. I had very little in common… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
My songs are personal music, they're not communal. I wouldn't want people singing along with me. It would sound funny. I'm not… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Along with some of the worst music of Bob Dylan's career ("Self-Portrait," 1970), this period produced some gems - including many songs… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogs´ll lose… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
“The world don't need any more songs... As a matter of fact, if nobody wrote any songs from this day on, the… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
“Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
It's not me, it's the songs. I'm just the postman, I deliver the songs. When I first heard Elvis' voice, I knew… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
“But, like Shakespeare, I too am often occupied with the pursuit of my creative endeavors and dealing with all aspects of life's… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I like spiritual songs. They struck me as truthful and serious. They brought me down to earth and they lifted me up… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying. — Bob Dylan Copy Share
Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music… — Bob Dylan Copy Share
Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift - look out out kid, they keep it all hid — Bob Dylan Copy Share
The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you. — Bob Dylan Copy Share
I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name… — Bob Dylan Copy Share
She speaks with a stutter and she and she walks with a hop. I don't know why I love her, but I just can't… — Bob Dylan Copy Share
The man in the coon skin cap in the pig pen wants eleven dollar bills, you've only got ten. — Bob Dylan Copy Share
