There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
If you told the truth, that was all well and good and if you told the un-truth, well, that's still well and… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I've never gone for having a great voice, for cultivating one. I'm still not doing it now. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
So now I'm going back again I got to get her somehow All the people we used to know They're an illusion… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Shadows are falling and I've been here all day/It's too hot to sleep, time is running away/Feel like my soul has turned… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
It's not me, it's the songs. I'm just the postman, I deliver the songs. When I first heard Elvis' voice, I knew… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I see the turning of the page, curtain rising on a new age, see the groom still waiting at the altar. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Madonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode, where her cape of the stage once had flowed,… — 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
