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A Lot Of People Say There Is No Happiness In This Life, And Certainly There's No Permanent Happiness. But Self-sufficiency Creates Happiness. Happiness Is A State Of Bliss. Just Because You're Satisfied One Moment - Saying Yes, It's A Good Meal, Makes Me Happy - Well, That's Not Going To Necessarily Be True The Next Hour. Life Has Its Ups And Downs, And Time Has To Be Your Partner. Time Is Your Soul Mate. Children Are Happy. But They Haven't Really Experienced Ups And Downs Yet. I'm Not Exactly Sure What Happiness Even Means. I Don't Know If I Personally Could Define It.

-Bob Dylan

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A Lot Of People

Bob Dylan

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A Lot Of People Say There Is No Happiness In This Life, And Certainly There's No Permanent Happiness. But Self-sufficiency Creates Happiness. Happiness Is A State Of Bliss. Just Because You're Satisfied One Moment - Saying Yes, It's A Good Meal, Makes Me Happy - Well, That's Not Going To Necessarily Be True The Next Hour. Life Has Its Ups And Downs, And Time Has To Be Your Partner. Time Is Your Soul Mate. Children Are Happy. But They Haven't Really Experienced Ups And Downs Yet. I'm Not Exactly Sure What Happiness Even Means. I Don't Know If I Personally Could Define It.

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In The Valley Of The Giants Where The Stars And Stripes Explode, The Peaches They Were Sweet And The Milk And Honey Flowed.

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Lay Down The Song You Strum, And Rest Yourself 'neath The Strength Of Strings No Voice Can Hope To Hum.

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Don't Put My Faith In Nobody, Not Even A Scientist.

All Right, I'll Take A Chance. I Will Fall In Love With You. If I'm A Fool You Can Have The Night, You Can Have The Morning Too. Can You Cook And Sew. Make Flowers Grow. Do You Understand My Pain? Are You Willing To Risk It All Or Is Your Love In Vain?

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Heard Ten Thousand Whispering And Nobody Listening. Heard One Person Starve, I Heard Many People Laughing. Heard The Song Of A Poet Who Died In The Gutter.

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There's Beauty In The Silver Singing River There's Beauty In The Sunrise In The Sky But None Of These And Nothing Else Can Match The Beauty That I Remember In My True Love's Eyes

Too Much Information About Nothing.

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Let Me Feel Your Love One More Time Before I Abandon It.

Since My Feet Are Now Fast And Point Away From The Past, I'll Bid Farewell And Be Down The Line.

Some Of The Old Folk Singers Used To Phrase Things In An Interesting Way, And Then, I Got My Style From Seeing A Lot Of Outdoor-type Poets, Who Would Recite Their Poetry. When You Don't Have A Guitar, You Recite Things Differently, And There Used To Be Quite A Few Poets In The Jazz Clubs, Who Would Recite With A Different Type Of Attitude.

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.

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Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

Now The Wintertime Is Coming The Windows Are Filled With Frost I Went To Tell Everybody But I Could Not Get Across Well, I Wanna Be Your Lover, Baby I Don't Wanna Be Your Boss Don't Say I Never Warned You When Your Train Gets Lost.

So I Cut Off My Hair And I Rode Straight Away, To The Wild Unknown Country Where I Could Not Go Wrong.

Ain't It Just Like The Night To Play Tricks When You're Tryin' To Be So Quiet?

Everything In New Orleans Is A Good Idea. Bijou Temple-type Cottages And Lyric Cathedrals Side By Side. Houses And Mansions, Structures Of Wild Grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival Standing In A Long Line In The Rain. Roman Catholic Art. Sweeping Front Porches, Turrets, Cast-iron Balconies, Colonnades- 30-foot Columns, Gloriously Beautiful- Double Pitched Roofs, All The Architecture Of The Whole Wide World And It Doesn't Move.

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I'm Good With Songs I Haven't Written, If I Like Them. I'm Glad I Didn't Write Any Of Them. I Already Know How They Go, So I Have More Freedom With Them. I Understand These Songs. I've Known Them For 40 Years, 50 Years, Maybe Longer, And They Make A Lot Of Sense. So I'm Not Coming To Them Like A Stranger.

I Have Always Believed That Fame Is A Curse. I Never Envied One Of The Famous People I've Known.

But Now We Got Weapons Of The Chemical Dust If Fire Them We're Forced To Then Fire Them We Must One Push Of The Button And A Shot The World Wide And You Never Ask Questions When God's On Your Side

Art Can Lead You To God. I Think That's The Purpose Of Everything. If It's Not Doing That, What's It Doing? It's Leading You The Other Way. It's Certainly Not Leading You Nowhere.

Every Day Your Memory Grows Dimmer - It Doesn't Haunt Me Like It Did Before.

Oh, Time Is Short And The Days Are Sweet And Passion Rules The Arrow That Flies.

There's No Black And White, Left And Right To Me Anymore; There's Only Up And Down And Down Is Very Close To The Ground. And I'm Trying To Go Up Without Thinking About Anything Trivial Such As Politics. They Have Got Nothing To Do With It. I'm Thinking About The General People And When They Get Hurt.

Black And White

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Happiness Is Not On My List Of Priorities. I Just Deal With Day-to-day Things. If I'm Happy, I'm Happy – And If I'm Not, I Don't Know The Difference... Knowing That You Are The Person You Were Put On This Earth To Be – That's Much More Important Than Just Being Happy.

Well, My Daddy, He Didn't Leave Me Much, You Know He Was A Very Simple Man, But What He Did Tell Me Was This, He Did Say, Son, He Said, He Say, You Know It's Possible To Become So Defiled In This World That Your Own Father And Mother Will Abandon You And If That Happens, God Will Always Believe In Your Ability To Mend Your Ways.

Your Eyes Are Like Two Jewels In The Sky.

I Never Read Freud. I've Never Been Attracted To Anything He Has Said, And I Think He's Started A Lot Of Nonsense With Psychiatry And That Business. I Don't Think Psychiatry Can Help Or Has Helped Anybody. I Think It's A Big Fraud (pun Not Intended) On The Public.

You Call Yourself What You Want To Call Yourself. This Is The Land Of The Free.

Land Of The Free

You Can Always Come Back, But You Can't Come Back All The Way.

I Bargained For Salvation And They Gave Me A Lethal Dose.

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Seven Shots Ring Out Like The Ocean's Pounding Roar, There's Seven People Dead On A South Dakota Farm.

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People Have A Hard Time Accepting Anything That Overwhelms Them.

Shedding Off One More Layer Of Skin, Keeping One Step Ahead Of The Persecutor Within.

Inside The Museum Infinity Goes Up On Trial. Voices Echo, 'this Is What Salvation Must Be Like After A While.' But Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

You Have To Work Out Where Your Place Is. And Who You Are. But We're All Spirit. That's All We Are, We're Just Walking Dressed Up In A Suit Of Skin, And We're Going To Leave That Behind.

I Like America, Just As Everybody Else Does. I Love America, I Gotta Say That. But America Will Be Judged.

Mama's In The Factory, She Ain't Got No Shoes. Daddy's In The Alley, He's Looking For Food.

After A While You Earn That Privacy Is Something You Can Sell, But You Can't Buy It Back.

Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.

It's Very Tiring Having Other People Tell You How Much They Dig You If You Yourself Don't Dig You.

I've Never Written A Political Song. Songs Can't Save The World. I've Gone Through All That.

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I'll Remember You. When I've Forgotten All The Rest.you To Me Were True. You To Me Were The Best.

When You Got Nothin' / You Got Nothin' To Lose.

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... We're Living In A Machiavellian World, Whether We Like It Or We Don't.

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The Walls Of Pride Are High And Wide, Can't See Over To The Other Side.

Life Is Sad, Life Is A Bust, All You Can Do Is Do What You Must.

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I'll Stand Over Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead.

When You Asked Me How I Was Doing, Was That Some Kind Of Joke

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I'm Just Glad To Be Feeling Better. I Really Thought I'd Be Seeing Elvis Soon.

Don't Forget To Support Your Public Library.

I Was Down In The Sewer With Some Little Lover.

I Consider Myself A Poet First And A Musician Second. I Live Like A Poet And I'll Die Like A Poet.

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There Is A House In New Orleans They Call The Rising Sun, And It's Been The Ruin Of Many A Poor Boy And God I Know I'm One.

Masters Of The Bluff And Masters Of The Proposition, But The Enemy I See Wears A Cloak Of Decency.

There's Only One Day At A Time Here, Then It's Tonight And Then Tomorrow Will Be Today Again.

One Day At A Time

I See Through Your Brain Like I See Through The Water That Runs Down The Drain.

If You Don't Have To Write Songs, Why Write Them? I've Got Enough Where I Don't Really Feel The Urge To Write Anything Additional.

Peace Is The Time It Takes To Reload Your Rifle.

I Gotta Friend Who Spends His Life, Stabbing My Picture With A Bowie Knife. Dreams Of Strangling Me With A Scarf, When My Name Comes Up He Pretends To Barf.

Opportunities May Come Along For You To Convert Something - Something That Exists Into Something That Didn't Yet. That Might Be The Beginning Of It.

In Ceremonies Of The Horsemen, Even The Pawn Must Hold A Grudge.

I’m In Awe Of Mccartney. He’s About The Only One That I Am In Awe Of. He Can Do It All. And He’s Never Let Up... He’s Just So Damn Effortless.

I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A Thousand Miles Behind.

With Your Silhouette When The Sunlight Dims Into Your Eyes Where The Moonlight Swims, And Your Match-book Songs And Your Gypsy Hymns, Who Among Them Would Try To Impress You? -bob Dylan, "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands” (1966)

She Knows There's No Success Like Failure, And That Failure's No Success At All.

Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where The Time And The Tempo Fly And There's No Exit In Any Direction 'cept The One That You Can't See With Your Eyes

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The People In My Songs Are All Me.

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People Don't Live Or Die, People Just Float.

The More You Act The Further You Get Away From The Truth.

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

I Think Of A Hero As Someone Who Understands The Degree Of Responsibility That Comes With His Freedom.

Proud To Steal Her Anything She Sees, But You Will Wind Up Peeking Through Her Key Hole Down Upon Your Knees.

Low Self Esteem

Got No Religion. Tried A Bunch Of Different Religions. The Churches Are Divided. Can't Make Up Their Minds And Neither Can I.

Bob Dylan Was Again An Entirely New Person - This Time Old, Craggy, Cynical, And World-weary, As In "not Dark Yet".

I Am A Restless Soul Hungry Perhaps Wretched.

Passion Is A Young Man's Game. Young People Can Be Passionate. Older People Gotta Be More Wise. I Mean, You're Around Awhile, You Leave Certain Things To The Young. Don't Try To Act Like You're Young. You Could Really Hurt Yourself.

It Wouldn't Kill You To Stay The Night Anyway.

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On The Cliffs Of Your Wild Cat Charms I'm Riding.

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The Sun's Not Yellow, Its Chicken!

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