Every day is the same thing out the door Feel further away then ever before Some things in life, it gets too… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
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
What kind of alchemy could create a perfume that would make a reaction to a person lukewarm, indifferent and apathetic?If such a… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live, when I was deep in poverty you taught me… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
It's sundown on the union And what's made in the USA Sure was a good idea 'Til greed got in the way. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
If I made records for my own pleasure, I would only record Charley Patton songs. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
It's sundown on the Union and what's made in the USA, sure was a good idea, until greed got in the way. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
It goes back to the destiny thing.I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago. And I'm holding up… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The first thing you notice about New Orleans are the burying grounds - the cemeteries - and they're a cold proposition, one… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people, they're drinking, thinking that they got it made. Exchanging all kinds of precious… — 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
