Jesus, that ear. He should donate it to The Smithsonian. Brian Wilson, he made all his records with four tracks, but you… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I'm not the kind of cat that's going to cut off an ear if I can't do something. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The woman I love she got a prize fighter nose, cauliflower ears and a run in her hose. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps. — 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
