Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the… — 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
Dead man, dead man When will you arise? Cobwebs in your mind Dust upon your eyes — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,… — 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
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
You walk into the room like a camel and then put your eyes in your pockets and your nose on the ground. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight From the disease of conceit Whole lot of people seeing double tonight From… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You swore you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realise He's not selling any alibis As you stare into… — 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
