Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,… — 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
Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time... — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm. — 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
