“While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
She can play my guitar note for note, she likes to stick her tongue down my throat. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men and it all sounded no different to me. — 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
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
