“I had no songs in my repertoire for commercial radio anyway. Songs about debauched bootleggers, mothers that drowned their own children, Cadillacs… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Fortune or fame, you must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Trying to create a next world war, he found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor, he said I never engaged… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us, he's content when you're under his thumb. Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws… — 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
