You hear a lot about God these days: God, the beneficent; God, the all-great; God, the Almighty; God, the most powerful; God,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend, just remember that death is not the end. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do. — 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
Dead man, dead man When will you arise? Cobwebs in your mind Dust upon your eyes — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
For them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
How many deaths will it take 'till we know that too many people have died? — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you, but no, you will not be deceived. Stripped of all virtue as you… — 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
