Background Image

...

Every Singer Has Three Or Four Or Five Techniques, And You Can Force Them Together In Different Combinations. Some Of The Techniques You Discard Along The Way, And Pick Up Others. But You Do Need Them. It's Just Like Anything. You Have To Know Certain Things About What You're Doing That Other People Don't Know. Singing Has To Do With Techniques And How Many You Use At The Same Time. One Alone Doesn't Work. There's No Point To Going Over Three. But You Might Interchange Them Whenever You Feel Like It. It's A Bit Like Alchemy.

-Bob Dylan

...

Please Wait....
Translating....

Every Singer Has Three

Bob Dylan

...

Every Singer Has Three Or Four Or Five Techniques, And You Can Force Them Together In Different Combinations. Some Of The Techniques You Discard Along The Way, And Pick Up Others. But You Do Need Them. It's Just Like Anything. You Have To Know Certain Things About What You're Doing That Other People Don't Know. Singing Has To Do With Techniques And How Many You Use At The Same Time. One Alone Doesn't Work. There's No Point To Going Over Three. But You Might Interchange Them Whenever You Feel Like It. It's A Bit Like Alchemy.

Views: 6

Topic

More From Bob Dylan

You Should Always Take The Best From The Past, Leave The Worst Back There And Go Forward Into The Future.

You Have To Look At Every One Of Your Songs And Be Able To Identify With Them In A Meaningful Way. You Can Hardly Sing Your Songs Unless You're In Them. If You Want To Fake It, Go Ahead. Fake It If You Want. But I'm Not That Kind Of Singer.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.

How Does It Feel, How Does It Feel To Be Without A Home, Like A Complete Unknown, Like A Rolling Stone.

The Truth Was Obscure, Too Profound And Too Pure, To Live It You Had To Explode

You Been Down To The Bottom With A Bad Man, Babe But You're Back Were You Belong

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.

I Never Did Use Earphones Until Into The Eighties Or Nineties. I Don't Like To Use Earphones. I've Never Heard Anybody Sing With Earphones Effectively. They Just Give You A False Sense Of Security. A Lot Of Us Don't Need Earphones. I Don't Think Springsteen Or Mick Do. But Other People More Or Less Have Given In. But They Ought Not To. They Don't Need To. Especially If They Have A Good Band.

The Rolling Stones Are Truly The Greatest Rock And Roll Band In The World And Always Will Be. The Last Too. Everything That Came After Them, Metal, Rap, Punk, New Wave, Pop-rock, You Name It... You Can Trace It All Back To The Rolling Stones. They Were The First And The Last And No One's Ever Done It Better.

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.

Love Is All There Is, It Makes The World Go Around. Love And Only Love, It Can't Be Denied.

Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease Of Conceit.

Oh, God Said To Abraham, "kill Me A Son" Abe Said, "man, You Must Be Puttin' Me On" God Said, "no" Abe Say, "what?" God Say, "you Can Do What You Want, Abe, But The Next Time You See Me Comin', You Better Run" Well, Abe Said, "where D'you Want This Killin' Done?" God Said, "out On Highway 61".

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?

Falling In Love

She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And They Fired.

The World Of Research Has Gone Berserk. Too Much Paper Work.

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

I Really Didn't Consider Myself Happy Or Unhappy.

She Can Play My Guitar Note For Note, She Likes To Stick Her Tongue Down My Throat.

I Do Know What My Songs Are About.

A Mistake Is To Commit A Misunderstanding.

Making Mistakes

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

You Could Listen To Woody Guthrie Songs And Actually Learn How To Live.

There's Danger In This Open World Where Men Strive To Be Free, And To Me The Greatest Danger Was In Society.

Too Much Of Nothing, It Just Makes A Fellow Mean.

Remember When You're Out There Trying To Heal The Sick, That You Must Always First Forgive Them.

Here's The Thing With Me And The Religious Thing. This Is The Flat-out Truth: I Find The Religiosity And Philosophy In The Music. I Don't Find It Anywhere Else.

You'll Never Be Greater Than Yourself.

When I Think Of Mystery, I Don't Think About Myself. I Think Of The Universe, Like Why Does The Moon Rise When The Sun Falls? Caterpillars Turn Into Butterflies? I Really Haven't Remained A Recluse.

Each One Of Them Suffering From The Failures Of Their Day, With Strings Of Guilt They Tried Hard To Guide Us.

I Can't Stand To See Myself On Television.

My Love ,she Speaks Like Silence, Without Ideals Or Violence. She Doesn't Have To Say She's Faithful, Yet She's True.

I've Never Gone For Having A Great Voice, For Cultivating One. I'm Still Not Doing It Now.

A Song Is Anything That Can Walk By Itself.

People Have A Hard Time Accepting Anything That Overwhelms Them.

Trying To Create A Next World War, He Found A Promoter Who Nearly Fell Off The Floor, He Said I Never Engaged In This Kind Of Thing Before, But Yes I Think It Can Be Very Easily Done.

How Many Times Have You Heard Someone Say If I Had His Money I'd Do Things My Way Hmm, But Little They Know Hmm, It's So Hard To Find One Rich Man In Ten With A Satisfied Mind.

I Saw Ten Thousand Talkers Whose Tongues Were All Broken, I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children, And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall.

The Land Created Me. I'm Wild And Lonesome. Even As I Travel The Cities, I'm More At Home In The Vacant Lots.

Don't Wanna Marry Nobody, If They're Already Married.

There Are Those Who Worship Loneliness, I'm Not One Of Them In This Age Of Fiberglass I'm Searching For A Gem The Crystal Ball Up On The Wall Hasn't Shown Me Nothing Yet I've Paid The Price Of Solitude, But At Last I'm Out Of Debt

If I Had Wings, No One Would Ask Me: Should I Fly?

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Move Your Teeth. You're An Idiot Babe, It's A Wonder That You Still Know How To Breathe.

Pain Sure Does Bring Out The Best In People, Doesn't It?

Because Dickens And Dostoyevsky And Woody Guthrie Were Telling Their Stories Much Better Than I Ever Could, I Decided To Stick To My Own Mind.

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.

Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow

So, I Don't Know. I Think So. It's All In The Heart, Whatever Keeps You That Way. Keeps You Forever Young. Forever Young Doesn't Necessarily Mean That You Don't Grow Old, But You Just Have Some Contact With What Put You Where You Are. You Know, Keep Some Type Of Contact. Anyway...

She Takes Your Voice And Leaves You Howling At The Moon.

I Had Ambitions To Set Out And Find, Like An Odyssey Or Going Home Somewhere, Set Out To Find This Home That I'd Left A While Back And Couldn't Remember Exactly Where It Was, But I Was On My Way There. And Encountering What I Encountered On The Way Was How I Envisioned It All. I Didn't Really Have Any Ambition At All. I Was Born Very Far From Where I'm Supposed To Be, And So, I'm On My Way Home, You Know?

There Were Only A Few Seats Left In Coach And Bob Found Himself Seated Next To A Young Female Fan. 'i Can't Believe I'm Sitting Next To Bob Dylan!' She Screamed.'pinch Yourself,' Said Bob."

I Was Born A Long Way From Where I Belong And I Am On My Way Home.

I Hate Myself For Loving You And The Weakness That It Showed. You Were Just A Painted Face On A Trip Down To Suicide Road.

I Was So Much Older Then; I'm Younger Than That Now. From The Back Pages

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down, Before You Call Him A Man? How Many Seas Must A White Dove Sail, Before She Sleeps In The Sand? Yes, And How Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly, Before They're Forever Banned?

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? Use Your Arms And Your Legs, It Won't Ruin You

If You Don't Underestimate Me, I Won't Underestimate You.

You Might Be A Rock And Roll Addict Prancing On The Stage. You Might Have Drugs At Your Command, Women In A Cage.

I Accept Chaos, I'm Not Sure Whether It Accepts Me.

I'll Always Thank The Lord When My Working Day Is Through, I Get My Sweet Reward To Be Alone With You.

The Dirt Of Gossip Blows Into My Face And The Dust Rumors Cover Me. But If The Arrow Is Straight And The Point Is Slick, It Can Pierce Through Dust No Matter How Thick.

Princess On The Steeple And All The Pretty People, They're Drinking, Thinking That They Got It Made. Exchanging All Kinds Of Precious Gifts And Things, But You'd Better Lift Your Diamond Ring, You'd Better Pawn It, Babe.

Whatever Colors You Have In Your Mind, I'll Show Them To You And You'll See Them Shine.

Adulterers In Churches And Pornography In The Schools, You Got Gangsters In Power And Lawbreakers Making Rules. When You Gonna Wake Up?

You Don't Write A Song To Sit There On A Page. You Write It To Sing It.

In Songs, You Have To Tell People About Something They Didn't See And Weren't There For, And You Have To Do It As If You Were.

Along With Some Of The Worst Music Of Bob Dylan's Career ("self-portrait," 1970), This Period Produced Some Gems - Including Many Songs Recorded With The Band In '67 But Not Released Until Years Later.

I Don't Think I'm Tangible To Myself.

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

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

There's Eyes Behind The Mirrors In Empty Places.

People Call You This Or That. But I Can't Respond Because Then It Seems Like I'm Defensive, You Know, What Does It Matter, Really?

Early On, Before Rock 'n' Roll, I Listened To Big Band Music - Anything That Came Over The Radio - And Music Played By Bands In Hotels That Our Parents Could Dance To. We Had A Big Radio That Looked Like A Jukebox, With A Record Player On The Top. The Radio/record Player Played 78rpm Records. When We Moved To That House, There Was A Record On There, With A Red Label. It Was Bill Monroe, Or Maybe It Was The Stanley Brothers. I'd Never Heard Anything Like That Before. Ever. And It Moved Me Away From All The Conventional Music That I Was Hearing.

The Songs Are My Lexicon. I Believe The Songs.

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

To Preach Of Peace And Brotherhood, Oh What Might Be The Cost? A Man He Did It Long Ago, And They Hung Him On A Cross.

You Say Love Is Just A Four Letter Word.

You've Got To Lose Your Passion For Dumbness.

I Was Lookin' High An' Low For Them Reds Everywhere, I Was Lookin' In The Sink An' Underneath The Chair. I Looked Way Up My Chimney Hole, I Even Looked Deep Inside My Toilet Bowl.

I'm Speaking For All Of Us. I'm The Spokesman For A Generation.

"like A Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] Is A Kiss-off Song Like None Before Or Since.

Let Me Ask You One Question Is Your Money That Good Will It Buy You Forgiveness Do You Think That It Could I Think You Will Find When Your Death Takes Its Toll All The Money You Made Will Never Buy Back Your Soul

You Walk Into The Room Like A Camel And Then Put Your Eyes In Your Pockets And Your Nose On The Ground.

Everybody's Wearing A Disguise, To Hide What They've Got Left Behind Their Eyes.

Everything From Toy Guns That Spark To Flesh-colored Christs That Glow In The Dark It's Easy To See Without Looking Too Far That Not Much Is Really Sacred.

A Noble Truth Is A Sacred Creed.

When Somethin's Not Right It's Wrong.

I Ain't Looking To Compete With You, Beat, Or Cheat, Or Mistreat You, Simplify You, Classify You, Deny, Defy, Or Crucify You. All I Really Want To Do Is, Baby, Be Friends With You.

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 Against My Will/i Know It Looks Like I'm Moving, But I'm Standing Still.

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.

She's A Hypnotist Collector; You Are A Walking Antique.

My Guard Stood Hard When Abstract Threats, Too Noble To Neglect, Deceived Me Into Thinking, I Had Something To Protect.

Some Times I Think This Whole World Is One Big Prison Yeard Some Of Us Are Prisoners The Rest Of Us Are Guards

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

The Rifleman's Stalking The Sick And The Lame, Preacherman Seeks The Same, Who'll Get There First Is Uncertain.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.

I Am Against Nature. I Don't Dig Nature At All. I Think Nature Is Very Unnatural. I Think The Truly Natural Things Are Dreams, Which Nature Can't Touch With Decay.

You've Got A Lotta Nerve To Say You Are My Friend. When I Was Down You Just Stood There A Grinin

You Were Born With A Snake In Both Of Your Fists While A Hurricane Was Blowing.

Her Profession's Her Religion, Her Sin Is Lifelessness.

It's Sundown On The Union And What's Made In The Usa Sure Was A Good Idea 'til Greed Got In The Way.

There's Enough Songs For People To Listen To, If They Want To Listen To Songs. For Every Man, Woman And Child On Earth, They Could Be Sent, Probaby, Each Of Them, A Hundred Records, And Never Be Repeated. There's Enough Songs. Unless Someone's Gonna Come Along With A Pure Heart And Has Something To Say. That's A Different Story.

There's No Liquor In The Land That Can Stop Your Brain From Bleedin

A Song Is Like A Dream, And You Try To Make It Come True. They're Like Strange Countries That You Have To Enter.

Your Mind Is A Your Temple, Keep It Beautiful And Free. Don't Let An Egg Get Laid In It By Something You Can't See.

I Don't Have The Kinds Of Relationships That Are Built On Any Kind Of False Pretense, Not To Say That I Haven't. I've Had Just As Many As Anybody Else, But I Haven't Had Them In A Long Time.

Yesterday's Just A Memory, Tomorrow Is Never What It's Supposed To Be.

All These People That I Used To Know, They're An Illusion To Me Now. Some Are Mathematicians, Some Are Carpenters' Wives.

For Them That Think Death's Honesty Won't Fall Upon Them Naturally Life Sometimes Must Get Lonely.

The Cavalries Charged And The Indians Died, Oh The Country Was Young With God On Its Side.

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit

Money Doesn't Exist Because I Don't Recognize It.

Colleges Are Like Old-age Homes, Except For The Fact That More People Die In Colleges.

And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain Gonna Fall.

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

Take Care Of All Your Memories. For You Cannot Relive Them.

Creativity Has Much To Do With Experience, Observation And Imagination, And If Any One Of Those Key Elements Is Missing, It Doesn't Work.

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

The Whole World's A Bottle, And Life's But A Dram, When The Bottle Gets Empty, It Sure Ain't Worth A Damn.

It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry

When You Think That You Lost Everything You Find Out You Can Always Lose A Little More.

Lost Everything

Everything In New Orleans Is A Good Idea.

All This Talk About Equality. The Only Thing People Really Have In Common Is That They Are All Going To Die.

Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

I Didn't Know Whether To Duck Or To Run, So I Ran.

Every Man's Conscience Is Vile And Depraved / You Cannot Depend On It To Be Your Guide When It’s You Who Must Keep It Satisfied.

In Harmony With Cosmic Sea, True Love Needs No Company. It Can Cure The Soul, It Can Make It Whole, If Dogs Run Free.

...don't Criticize What You Can't Understand, Your Sons And Your Daughters Are Beyond Your Command.

Sundown, Yellow Moon, I Replay The Past I Know Every Scene By Heart, They All Went By So Fast

An Artist Has Got To Be Careful Never Really To Arrive At A Place Where He Thinks He's At Somewhere. You Always Have To Realize That You're Constantly In A State Of Becoming. And, As Long As You Can Stay In That Realm You'll Sort Of Be Alright.

Well The Lone Ranger And Tonto, They Are Riding Down The Line Fixing Everybody's Troubles, Everybody Except Mine.

You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody.

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

Well Now What's The Use In Dreamin' You Got Better Things To Do Dreams Never Did Work For Me Anyway Even When They Did Come True

Sometimes It's Not Enough To Know What Things Mean, Sometimes You Have To Know What Things Don't Mean.

You Travel The World, You Go See Different Things. I Like To See Shakespeare Plays, So I'll Go - I Mean, Even If It's In A Different Language. I Don't Care, I Just Like Shakespeare, You Know. I've Seen Othello And Hamlet And Merchant Of Venice Over The Years, And Some Versions Are Better Than Others. Way Better. It's Like Hearing A Bad Version Of A Song. But Then Somewhere Else, Somebody Has A Great Version.

Some People Are Called To Be A Good Sailor. Some People Have A Calling To Be A Good Tiller Of The Land. Some People Are Called To Be A Good Friend. You Have To Be The Best At Whatever You Are Called At. Whatever You Do. You Ought To Be The Best At It – Highly Skilled. It's About Confidence, Not Arrogance. You Have To Know That You're The Best Whether Anybody Else Tells You That Or Not. And That You'll Be Around, In One Way Or Another, Longer Than Anybody Else. Somewhere Inside Of You, You Have To Believe That.

Well, I Don't Know, But I've Been Told The Streets In Heaven Are Lined With Gold. I Ask You How Things Could Get Much Worse If The Russians Happen To Get Up There First; Wowee! Pretty Scary!

For Whose Sake Did You Live, For Whose Sake Did You Die? Forgive Me, Baby, For What I Didn't Do.

Every Singer Has Three Or Four Or Five Techniques, And You Can Force Them Together In Different Combinations. Some Of The Techniques You Discard Along The Way, And Pick Up Others. But You Do Need Them. It's Just Like Anything. You Have To Know Certain Things About What You're Doing That Other People Don't Know. Singing Has To Do With Techniques And How Many You Use At The Same Time. One Alone Doesn't Work. There's No Point To Going Over Three. But You Might Interchange Them Whenever You Feel Like It. It's A Bit Like Alchemy.

Folk Music Is A Bunch Of Fat People.

The Truth Is Far From You, So You Know You Got To Lie. Then You're All The Time Defending What You Can Never Justify.

The Cards Are No Good That Your Are Holding Unless You're From Another World.

There Would Be Brilliant Songs, But, As [bob] Dylan Admitted On The Recent Martin Scorsese Documentary About Him (no Direction Home), The Specific Muse That Inspired "it's Alright Ma" Would Not Return.

New York Was A City Where You Could Be Frozen To Death In The Midst Of A Busy Street And Nobody Would Notice.

In Writing Songs, I've Learned As Much From Cezanne As I Have From Woody Guthrie.

I Play These [folk Acoustic] Concerts And I Ask Myself, 'would You Come See Me Tonight?' - And I'd Have To Answer Truthfully, 'no, I Wouldn't Come. I'd Rather Be Doin' Something Else, Really I Would. That Something Else Is Rock... The Words Are Pictures, And The Rock's Gonna Help Me Flesh Out The Colors Of The Pictures. (1965)

The Drunken Politician Leaps Upon The Street Where Mothers Weep, And The Saviors Who Are Fast Asleep, They Wait For You.

Your Problem Is That Wanna Better Word For World

You're Going To Die. You're Going To Be Dead. It Could Be 20 Years, It Could Be Tomorrow, Anytime. So Am I. I Mean, We're Just Going To Be Gone. The World's Going To Go On Without Us. All Right, Now. You Do Your Job In The Face Of That, And How Seriously You Take Yourself, You Decide For Yourself.

It Goes Back To The Destiny Thing.i Made A Bargain With It, You Know, A Long Time Ago. And I'm Holding Up My End.

It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of How Sweet Life Can Be.

Well, I Try My Best To Be Just Like I Am, But Everybody Wants You To Be Just Like Them, They Sing While You Slave And I Just Get Bored

I Find C Major To Be The Key Of Strength, But Also The Key Of Regret. E Major Is The Key Of Confidence. A-flat Major Is The Key Of Renunciation.

You’re A Cow Give Me Some Milk Or Else Go Home

Your Old Road Is Rapidly Aging. Please Get Out Of The New One If You Can't Lend Your Hand, For The Times They Are A-changin'.

Destiny Is A Feeling You Have That You Know Something About Yourself Nobody Else Does. The Picture You Have In Your Own Mind Of What You're About Will Come True. It's A Kind Of A Thing You Kind Of Have To Keep To Your Own Self, Because It's A Fragile Feeling, And You Put It Out There, Then Someone Will Kill It. It's Best To Keep That All Inside.

Let Me Drink From The Waters Where The Mountain Streams Flood Let The Smell Of Wildflowers Flow Free Through My Blood Let Me Sleep In Your Meadows With The Green Grassy Leaves Let Me Walk Down The Highway With My Brother In Peace Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under The Ground.

Popular Music Had Never Had Lyrical Sophistication Of This Type [like Bob Dylan]; Wit, To Be Sure, But "darkness At The Break Of Noon/shadows Even The Silver Spoon/the Handmade Blade, The Child's Balloon/eclipses Both The Sun And Moon/to Understand You Know Too Soon/ There Is No Sense In Trying"? No.

Through The Mad Mystic Hammering Of The Wild Ripping Hail The Sky Cracked Its Poems In Naked Wonder

They Say Every Man Needs Protection They Say Every Man Must Fall So, I Swear I See My Reflection Somewhere Inside These Walls... I Shall Be Released.

Now All The Criminals In Their Suits And Ties Are Free To Drink Martinis And Watch The Sunrise

When The Jelly Faced Women All Sneeze, Hear The One With The Mustache Say I Can't Find My Knees.

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

Loneliness, Tenderness, High Society, Notoriety, You Fight For The Throne And You Travel Alone.

I Say There're No Depressed Words Just Depressed Minds.

We All Like Motorcycles To Some Degree.

You Can't Be Happy By Doing Something Groovy.

Situations Have Ended Sad, Relationships Have All Been Bad.

Sad Relationship

Aretha With No Goals, Eternally Single & One Step Soft Of Heaven/ Let It Be Understood That She Owns This Melody Along With Her Emotional Diplomats & Her Earth & Her Musical Secrets

I Became Interested In Folk Music Because I Had To Make It Somehow.

He Gambled All His Life, He's Got 27 Children, Yet He's Never Had A Wife.

I Could Stay With You Forever And Never Realize The Time.

I'd Been Going Though His Trash. He Knocked Me Down. I Was Glad To See Him, Even Though He Was Banging My Head Against The Sidewalk. Afterwards These Bums Come Over And Say, 'did He Get Much Money?' I Say, 'money'? That Was Bob Dylan.

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number

Half Of The People Can Be Part Right All Of The Time, Some Of The People Can Be All Right Part Of The Time. I Think Abraham Lincoln Said That. 'i'll Let You Be In My Dreams If I Can Be In Yours,' I Said That.

If I Had Rubies, Riches, And Crowns, I'd Buy The Whole World And Change Things Around.

Ain't It Hard When You Discover That, He Wasn't Really Where It's At, After He Took From You Everything He Could Steal. How Does It Feel?

Inspiration Is Hard To Come By. You Have To Take It Where You Find It.

Maybe In The 90s Or Possibly In The Next Century People Will Look Upon The 80s As The Age Of Masturbation, When It Was Taken To The Limit; That Might Be All That's Going On Right Now In A Big Way.

They Asked Me For Some Collateral And I Pulled Down My Pants.

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Open Your Mouth.

The Purpose Of Art Is To Stop Time.

Let The Dead Bury The Dead, Your Time Will Come.

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

I Don't Write The Songs; I Just Write 'em Down.

You Just Have To Keep Going To Find That Thing That Lets You In The Door. Sometimes In Life When That Day Comes And You're Given The Key, You Throw It Away.

Abe Said, Where Do You Want This Killing Done? God Said, Out On Highway 61.

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

Low Self Esteem

They Said, Congratulations You Got What It Takes. They Sent Him Back To The Rat Race Without Any Brakes.

Congratulations

If I Made Records For My Own Pleasure, I Would Only Record Charley Patton Songs.

It's East To See Without Lookin' Too Far That Not Much Is Really Sacred.

Everything Passes, Everything Changes, Just Do What You Think You Should Do.

Call Me Any Name You Like I Will Never Deny It.

I March In The Parade Of Liberty But As Long As I Love You I’m Not Free How Long Must I Suffer Such Abuse Won’t You Let Me See You Smile One Time Before I Turn You Loose?

My Songs Were Influenced Not So Much By Poetry On The Page But By Poetry Being Recited By The Poets Who Recited Poems With Jazz Bands.

Don't Follow Leaders, Watch Your Parkin' Meters.

I Was Down In The Sewer With Some Little Lover.

With Great Lawyers You Have Discussed Lepers And Crooks, You've Been Through All Of F. Scott Fitzgerald's Books.

Scott Fitzgerald

In Another Lifetime She Must Have Owned The World, Or Been Faithfully Wed To Some Righteous King Who Wrote Psalms Beside Moonlit Streams.

Trending Author

William Henry Harrison

Category