I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down… — 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
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
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred. — 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
