The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You must be vulnerable to be sensitive to reality. And to be vulnerable is just another way of saying that one has… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You got men who can't hold peace and women who can't control their tongues. The rich seduce the poor, and the old… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes. Daddy's in the alley, he's looking for food. — 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
