Bob Dylan was again an entirely new person - this time old, craggy, cynical, and world-weary, as in "Not Dark Yet". — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies, and the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far… — 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
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away… — 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
