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Everybody Has Their Own Idea Of What's A Poet. Robert Frost, President Johnson, T.s.eliot, Rudolf Valentino - They're All Poets. I Like To Think Of Myself As The One Who Carries The Light Bulb.

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Everybody Has Their Own Idea Of What's A Poet. Robert Frost, President Johnson, T.s.eliot, Rudolf Valentino - They're All Poets. I Like To Think Of Myself As The One Who Carries The Light Bulb.

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I Once Loved A Girl, Her Skin It Was Bronze With The Innocence Of A Lamb, She Was Gentle Like A Fawn I Courted Her Proudly But Now She Is Gone Gone As The Season She's Taken

Bullets Can Harm You And Death Can Disarm You, But No, You Will Not Be Deceived. Stripped Of All Virtue As You Crawl Through The Dirt, You Can Give But You Cannot Receive.

My Songs Are Personal Music, They're Not Communal. I Wouldn't Want People Singing Along With Me. It Would Sound Funny. I'm Not Playing Campfire Meetings. I Don't Remember Anyone Singing Along With Elvis, Carl Perkins Or Little Richard.

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

I Think Women Rule The World And That No Man Has Ever Done Anything That A Woman Either Hasn't Allowed Him To Do Or Encouraged Him To Do.

Sailin' 'round The World In A Dirty Gondola Oh, To Be Back In The Land Of Coca-cola!

Come Mothers And Fathers Throughout The Land And Don't Criticize What You Can't Understand Your Sons And Your Daughters Are Beyond Your Command Your Old Road Is Rapidly Agin' Please Get Out Of The New One If You Can't Lend Your Hand For The Times They Are A-changin'.

That's Another Way Of Writing A Song, Of Course. Just Talking To Somebody That Ain't There. That's The Best Way. That's The Truest Way. Then It Just Becomes A Question Of How Heroic Your Speech Is. To Me, It's Something To Strive After.

The Tree Of Life Is Growing Where The Spirit Never Dies, And The Bright Light Of Salvation Shines In Dark And Empty Skies.

A Cork Screw To My Heart, Ever Since We've Been Apart.

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

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.

Broken Bottles, Broken Plates, Broken Switches, Broken Gates. Broken Dishes, Broken Parts, Streets Are Filled With Broken Hearts.

People Are Going To Say, ‘well, It’s Not Very Truthful.’ But A Songwriter Doesn’t Care About What’s Truthful. What He Cares About Is What Should’ve Happened, What Could’ve Happened. That’s Its Own Kind Of Truth. It’s Like People Who Read Shakespeare Plays, But They Never See A Shakespeare Play. I Think They Just Use His Name.

Disillusioned Words Like Bullets Bark As Human Gods Aim For Their Mark.

One Should Never Be Where One Does Not Belong.

I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making The Music I'm Making In My Head, So I'll Have To Do It Myself.

People Have Different Emotional Levels. Especially When You're Young.

Having These Colossal Accolades And Titles, They Get In The Way.

There Ought To Be A Law About You Coming Around.

Sometimes I Wonder What It's Gonna Take To Find Dignity.

Look At The Sun Sinkin' Like A Ship. Ain't That Just Like My Heart, Babe. When You Kissed My Lips?

I Was Sick Of The Way My Lyrics Had Been Extrapolated, Their Meanings Subverted Into Polemics And That I Had Been Anointed As The Big Bubba Of Rebellion, High Priest Of Protest, The Duke Of Disobedience, Leader Of The Freeloaders, Kaiser Of Apostasy, Archbishop Of Anarchy, The Big Cheese. Horrible Titles Any Way You Want To Look At It. All Code Words For Outlaw.

Hold It, Doc, A World War Passed Through My Brain. He Said, Nurse, Get Your Pad, This Boy's Insane.

Basically You Have To Suppress Your Own Ambitions In Order To Be Who You Need To Be.

I Believe In You, Even Though I Be Outnumbered.

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

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number

I Make My Stand And Remain As I Am, And Bid Farewell And Not Give A Damn.

Little Red Wagon, Little Red Bike, I Ain’t No Monkey But I Know What I Like.

People Have Different Emotional Levels. Especially When You're Young. Back Then I Guess Most Of My Influences Could Be Thought Of As Eccentric. Mass Media Had No Overwhelming Reach So I Was Drawn To The Traveling Performers Passing Through.

I'll Be Selling Tickets For My Next Tour Exclusively Through Jonah Lehrer. Make Sure To Pay Cash.

Don't Ask Me Nothing About Nothing, I Just Might Tell You The Truth

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."

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

It's Like Going Out To The Desert And Screaming And Then Having Little Kids Throw Their Sandbox At You. I'm Only 24.

Technology Is Mechanical And Contrary To The Emotions That Inform A Person's Life. The Country Music Field Has Especially Been Hit Hard By This. All My Songs Have Been Written By People Who Went Out Of Fashion Years Ago. Just Like Da Vinci And Renoir And Van Gogh. Nobody Paints Like That Anymore. But It Can't Be Wrong To Try.

Well, The Moral Of The Story, The Moral Of This Song, Is Simply That One Should Never Be Where One Does Not Belong. So When You See Your Neighbor Carryin' Somethin', Help Him With His Load, And Don't Go Mistaking Paradise For That Home Across The Road.

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.

It May Look Like I'm Moving But I'm Standing Still.

I Fought With My Twin, The Enemy Within.

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

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.

It's Not Dark Yet But It's Getting There

If I Could Have Any Job In The World, I'd Start Out By Writing A Blog On Wired.com.

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging.

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

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

I'm Not The Kind Of Cat That's Going To Cut Off An Ear If I Can't Do Something.

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

You Need Something To Open Up A New Door, To Show You Something You Seen Before But Overlooked A Hundred Times Or More

It Was [meeting With Nicolas Sarkozy] Like Looking At My Mirror Image.

When You Got Nothing, You Got Nothin' To Lose You're Invisible Now, You Got No Secrets To Conceal.

This Land Is Your Land And This Land Is My Land, Sure, But The World Is Run By Those That Never Listen To Music Anyway.

You Get Older. You Start Having Hopes For Other People Rather 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.

Warlords Of Sorrow And Queens Of Tomorrow Will Offer Their Heads For A Prayer. You Can't Find No Salvation, You Have No Expectations Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere.

Sold My Guitar To The Baker's Son For A Few Crumbs And A Place To Hide.

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

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How Can The Life Of Such A Man Be In The Palm Of Some Fools Hand?

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.

The Confessional Singer-songwriter Movement Of The 1970s Was In Full Swing, And Bob Dylan's Emotional Album [ Blood On The Tracks] Resonated With The Times. There Would Be Other Hits, But Never The Same Alchemy Of Emotion And Time.

I Don't Think The Human Mind Can Comprehend The Past And The Future. They Are Both Just Illusions That Can Manipulate You Into Thinking There's Some Kind Of Change.

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

Look Out Your Window, And I'll Be Gone. You're The Reason I'm A-traveling On.

Every Brain Is Civilized, Every Nerve Is Analyzed, Everything Is Criticized When You Are In Need.

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.

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.

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

The Warrior Who's Strength Is Not To Fight.

We're Constantly Being Bombarded By Insulting And Humiliating Music, Which People Are Making For You The Way They Make Those Wonder Bread Products. Just As Food Can Be Bad For Your System, Music Can Be Bad For Your Spiritual And Emotional Feelings. It Might Taste Good Or Clever, But In The Long Run, It's Not Going To Do Anything For You.

It's Always Disappointing When People Decide For One Reason Or Another That They Don't Like Your Work Anymore, But You Can't Try To Please People, Because Then You're Just Going To Be Doing - You'll Never Live It Down, Y'know It'll Always Be Dogging You Around - You Might Be Being A Fake About The Whole Thing.

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.

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.

In 1975,bob Dylan Was Almost 10 Years Past His Prime - And Then He Released The Best Album Of His Career, Blood On The Tracks. Written And Recorded Amid A Painful Divorce, Blood On The Tracks Is Proof That Heartbreak Makes Great Art - Just As Many Of The Albums That Followed Were The Opposite.

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

A Lot Of People From The Press Want To Talk To Me, But They Never Do.

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

You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody; Well, It May Be The Devil, Or It May Be The Lord, But You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody.

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.

The Ghosts Race Towards The Light, You Can Almost Hear The Heavy Breathing Spirits, All Determined To Get Somewhere. New Orleans, Unlike A Lot Of Places You Go Back To And That Don't Have The Magic Anymore, Still Has Got It. Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. You Can't See It, But You Know It's Here. Somebody's Always Sinking.

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

For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win

And It Dawned On Me That I Might Have To Change My Inner Thought Patterns... That I Would Have To Start Believing In Possibilities That I Wouldn't Have Allowed Before, That I Had Been Closing My Creativity Down To A Very Narrow, Controllable Scale... That Things Had Become Too Familiar And I Might Have To Disorientate Myself. P.71

I Don't Usually Purge Myself By Writing Anything About Any Type Of Quote, So-called, Relationships.

"subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] Captures, In Word-salad Format, Life In An Encroaching Police State.

A Brilliant 1989 Album, Oh Mercy; Some Career Retrospectives; And Two Albums Of American Folk Songs, With Just Bob Dylan And His Guitar And Harmonica. All That Culminated In The Grammy-winning Comeback Album, Time Out Of Mind (1997). Once Again, Just As Dylan Seemed To Be Out Of It, He Was Back At The Top Of His Game.

If Ever Asked To Look At Yourself, Don't.

Look At Yourself

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

I Took Her By The Hand And My Heart It Was Thumpin'. When She Said, Hey Man, You Crazy Or Somethin'?

Your Problem Is That Wanna Better Word For World

City's Just A Jungle; More Games To Play Trapped In The Heart Of It, Tryin' To Get Away I Was Raised In The Country, I Been Workin' In The Town I Been In Trouble Ever Since I Set My Suitcase Down

My Father Probably Thought The Capital Of The World Was Wherever He Was At The Time. It Couldn't Possibly Be Anyplace Else. Where He And His Wife Were In Their Own Home, That, For Them, Was The Capital Of The World.

I Can't See Myself Singing The Same Song Twice In A Row. That's Terrible.

Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

They Say Everything Can Be Replaced, Yet Every Distance Is Not Near. So I Remember Every Face Of Every Man Who Put Me Here. I See My Light Come Shining From The West Unto The East. Any Day Now, Any Day Now, I Shall Be Released.

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.

Life Has Its Ups And Downs, And Time Has To Be Your Partner. Really, Time Is Your Soul Mate.

For Them That Must Obey Authority/that They Do Not Respect In Any Degree/who Despise Their Jobs, Their Destinies/speak Jealously Of Them That Are Free

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

A Lot Of People Say There Is No Happiness In This Life And Certainly There's No Permanent Happiness. But Self-sufficiency Creates Happiness.

All I Can Do Is Be Me, Whoever That Is.

The Line It Is Drawn The Curse It Is Cast The Slow One Now Will Later Be Fast As The Present Now Will Later Be Past The New Order Is Rapidly Fadin'. And The First One Now Will Later Be Last For The Times They Are A-changin'.

The Radio Makes Hideous Sounds.

After Becoming Famous Once Again - A 1976 Song, "hurricane," Even Marked A Return To Protest Songwriting - [bob] Dylan Got Addicted To Drugs, Found Jesus, Left Jesus, And Put Out A Lot Of Swill.

I Accept Chaos. I Am Not Sure Whether It Accepts Me. I Know Some People Are Terrified Of The Bomb. But Then Some People Are Terrified To Be Seen Carrying A Modern Screen Magazine. Experience Teaches Us That Silence Terrifies People The Most.

If I Lived My Life By What Others Were Thinkin', The Heart Inside Me Would've Died.

Sing Your Praise Of Progress And The Doom Machine, The Naked Truth Is Still Taboo Whenever It Can Be Seen.

I Paint Mostly From Real Life. It Has To Start With That. Real People, Real Street Scenes, Behind The Curtain Scenes, Live Models, Paintings, Photographs, Staged Setups, Architecture, Grids, Graphic Design. Whatever It Takes To Make It Work.

You Will Find God In The Church Of Your Choice.

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.

I Can Be Jubilant One Moment And Pensive The Next, And A Cloud Could Go By And Make That Happen.

Anybody Can Be Specific And Obvious. That's Always Been The Easy Way. It's Not That It's So Difficult To Be Unspecific And Less Obvious; It's Just That There's Nothing, Absolutely Nothing, To Be Specific And Obvious About.

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

You Better Start Swimming, Or You'll Sink Like A Stone. Because The Time's They Are A-changing.

Someone Showed Me A Picture And I Just Laughed, Dignity Never Been Photographed.

What Politics I Ever Learned, I Learned In The Streets, Because It Was Part Of The Environment.

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.

The Enemy Is Subtle, How Be It We Are So Deceived, When Truth's In Our Hearts And We Still Don't Believe.

I've Been Out In Front Of A Dozen Dead Oceans.

Never Make It Perfect.

The Sun's Not Yellow, Its Chicken!

Shakespeare's Last Play Was Called The Tempest. It Wasn't Called Just Plain Tempest. The Name Of My Record Is Just Plain Tempest. It's Two Different Titles.

He Did Ten Years In Attica, Reading Nietzsche And Wilhelm Reich.

A Record ... Is A Statement, It's Its Own Statement, Its Own Entity, Rather Than Being About Something Else. If I Was A Painter ... I Don't Paint The Chair, I Would Paint Feelings About The Chair.

A Lot Of People Don't Like The Road, But It's As Natural To Me As Breathing.

A Cat's Meow And Cow's Moo, I Can Recite Them All.

Truth Is An Arrow And The Gate Is Narrow That It Passes Through.

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

God Bless You All With Peace, Tranquility And Good Will.

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

The Good Samaritan, He's Getting Dressed, He's Getting Ready For The Show. He's Going To The Carnival Tonight On Desolation Row.

You Know, The Streets Are Filled With Vipers Who've Lost All Ray Of Hope You Know, It Ain't Even Safe No More In The Palace Of The Pope

I Got This Grave Yard Woman.

I See The Turning Of The Page, Curtain Rising On A New Age, See The Groom Still Waiting At The Altar.

And There's No One There To Dry Your Tears. I Could Hold You For A Million Years. To Make You Feel My Love.

Inspirational Love

If You Want To Know How To Please A Woman, Just Talk To A Neuroscience Major From Columbia.

In The Dime Stores And Bus Stations  People Talk Of Situations  Read Books, Repeat Quotations  Draw Conclusions On The Wall  Some Speak Of The Future  My Love She Speaks Softly  She Knows There’s No Success Like Failure  And That Failure’s No Success At All -bob Dylan, “love Minus Zero / No Limit” (1965)

All The People We Used To Know, They're An Illusion To Me Now.

When I Was Growing Up - Say In The Fifties - The Thirties To Me Didn't Even Exist. I Couldn't Even Imagine Them In Any Kind Of Way, So I Don't Expect Anyone Growing Up Now Is Gonna Even Understand What The Sixties Were All About, Anymore Than I Could The Thirties Or Twenties.

I Met A Young Man Who Was Wounded In Love, I Met Another Man Who Was Wounded In Hatred.

Who Am I Helping, What Am I Breaking, What Am I Giving, What Am I Taking?

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 Into Steel/i've Still Got The Scars That The Sun Didn't Heal.

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.

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

He Hands You A Nickel, He Hands You A Dime. He Asks You With A Grin, If You're Having A Good Time.

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

Maybe Someday You Will Understand, That Something For Nothing Is Everybody's Plan.

Too Much Of Nothing Can Turn A Man Into A Liar. It Can Cause One Man To Sleep On Nails And Another To Eat Fire.

Once I Can Focus In On Something, I Just Play It In My Mind Until An Idea Comes From Out Of Nowhere, And It's Usually The Key To The Whole Song. It's The Idea That Matters. It's Like Electricity Was Around Long Before Edison Harnessed It.

Shakespeare, He's In The Alley With His Pointed Shoes And His Bells, Speaking To Some French Girl Who Says She Knows Me Well.

Well, It's Hard To Stumble And Land In Some Muddy Lagoon When It's Nine Below Zero And Three O'clock In The Afternoon.

Having Hits Buries A Singer In The Past. A Lot Of Singers Hide In The Past Because It's Safer Back There. If You've Ever Heard Today's Country Music, You'll Know What I'm Talking About.

Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground, I Can't Shoot Them Anymore. That Long Black Cloud Is Coming Down.

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

People Think That Singing And Playing Is Easy. It's Not. It's Easy To Strum Along, But If You Actually Want To Really Play, Where It's Important, That's A Hard Thing And Not Too Many People Are Good At It.

A Lot Of People Can't Stand Touring But To Me It's Like Breathing. I Do It Because I'm Driven To Do It.

Democracy Don't Rule The World, You'd Better Get That In Your Head; This World Is Ruled By Violence, But I Guess That's Better Left Unsaid.

Ruling The World

Even If You Don't Have All The Things You Want, Be Grateful For The Things You Don't Have That You Don't Want (bob Dylan's Dad)

Come Senators, Congressmen, Please Heed The Call, Don't Stand In The Doorway, Don't Block Up The Hall, For He That Gets Hurt, Will Be He Who Has Stalled, The Battle Outside Ragin', Will Soon Shake Your Windows And Rattle Your Walls, For The Times They Are A-changin'...

All The Tired Horses In The Sun How'm I Supposed To Get Any Ridin' Done? Hmm.

I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage, But Then Again, It's The Only Place Where I'm Happy.

Some Formulas Are Too Complex And I Don't Want Anything To Do With Them.

Your Eyes Are Like Two Jewels In The Sky.

I'm In Love With My Second Cousin.

Money Doesn't Talk, It Swears.

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.

The Purpose Of Art Is To Stop Time.

[bob Dylan] Was Rarely Tender And Seldom Reached Out To Anticipate Another's Needs.

Bob Dylan Wrote In His Elliptical Memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, He Was Washed Up In The 1980s, No Longer A Commercial Success, And No Longer Putting Out Good Work.

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

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

Well The Book Of Leviticus And Deuteronomy, The Law Of The Jungle And The Sea Are Your Only Teachers.

I Hurt Easy, I Just Don't Show It. You Can Hurt Someone And Not Even Know It.

What Did I Owe The Rest Of The World? Nothing.

I Forgot More Than You'll Ever Know.

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.

You Say You've Lost Your Faith But That's Not Where It's At You Have No Faith To Lose And You Know It

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

Passion Is A Young Man's Game. Young People Can Be Passionate. Older People Gotta Be More Wise.

If You Like Someone's Work, The Important Thing Is To Be Exposed To Everything That Person Has Been Exposed To. Anyone Who Wants To Be A Songwriter Should Listen To As Much Folk Music As They Can, Study The Form And Structure Of Stuff That Has Been Around For 100 Years.

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

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.

I'm Sittin' On My Watch So I Can Be On Time.

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

Gold Will Never Free Your Father, The Price, My Dear, Is You Instead.

My Senses Have Been Stripped, My Hands Can't Feel To Grip, My Toes To Numb To Step, Wait Only For My Boot Heels To Be Wandering.

It Is The First Line That Gives The Inspiration And Then It's Like Riding A Bull. Either You Just Stick With It, Or You Don't.

May You Stay Forever Young

How Many A Year Has Passed And Gone And Many Gamble Has Been Lost And Won, And Many A Road Taken By A Friend And Each One I've Never Seen Again.

Sometimes You Get Out From Behind The Wheel And Let Someone Else Step On The Gas.

Really The Truth Is Just A Plain Picture. A Plain Picture Of, Let's Say, A Tramp Vomiting In The Sewere. You Know, And Next Door To The Picture Mr. Rockefeller Or Mr. C. W. Jones On The Subway Going To Work. You Know, Any Kind Of Picture. Just Make A Collage Of Pictures.

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

Either I'm Too Sensitive, Or Else I'm Gettin' Soft

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

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

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

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

When The Deeds That You Do Don't Add Up To Zero.

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

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