Just in time for Bob Dylan to recoil from the attention, leave the city for Woodstock, and turn his back on fame. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Someone handed me Mexico City Blues in St. Paul [Minnesota] in 1959 and it blew my mind. It was the first poetry… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I dug it, New York City, all-the streets and the snows and the starving and the five-flight walkups and sleeping in rooms… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
City's just a jungle; more games to play Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away I was raised in… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Old New York City is a friendly old town From Washington Heights to Harlem on down There's a-mighty many people all millin'… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots. — 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 Image
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 Image
Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image