I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The Rolling Stones are truly the greatest rock and roll band in the world and always will be. The last too. Everything… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
On the stone that remains carved next to his name, his epitaph plain, only a pawn in their game. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
They kill people here who stand up for their rights The system's just too damned corrupt It's always the same, the name… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Up north, you could find these radio stations with no name on the dials that played pre-rock 'n' roll things - country… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Shakespeare's last play was called The Tempest. It wasn't called just plain Tempest. The name of my record is just plain Tempest.… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame And every time I pass that way I always hear my name — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame. I never did see no fire that could… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
People are going to say, ‘Well, it’s not very truthful.’ But a songwriter doesn’t care about what’s truthful. What he cares about… — 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
