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Gates Appeal To Me Because Of The Negative Space They Allow. They Can Be Closed But At The Same Time They Allow The Seasons And Breezes To Enter And Flow. They Can Shut You Out Or Shut You In. And In Some Ways There Is No Difference.

-Bob Dylan

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Gates Appeal To Me

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Gates Appeal To Me Because Of The Negative Space They Allow. They Can Be Closed But At The Same Time They Allow The Seasons And Breezes To Enter And Flow. They Can Shut You Out Or Shut You In. And In Some Ways There Is No Difference.

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I Come From Way North. We'd Listen To Radio Shows All The Time. I Think I Was The Last Generation, Or Pretty Close To The Last One, That Grew Up Without Tv.

I Do Know What My Songs Are About.

You Don't Need A Weatherman To Know Which Way The Wind Blows.

When You've Got Nothing, You've Got Nothing To Loose.

The Corporations Have Taken Over. Even In The Recording Studio. Actually, The Corporate Companies Have Taken Over American Life Most Everywhere. Go Coast To Coast And You Will See People Wearing The Same Clothes, Thinking The Same Thoughts, Eating The Same Food. Everything Is Processed.

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

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I Wouldn't Even Think Of Playing Music If I Was Born In These Times. I Wouldn't Even Listen To The Radio.

It Ain't My Cup Of Meat.

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

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

I Really Don't Like To Hurt Myself. I Have A Good Understanding With All The Women Who Have Been In My Life, Whether I See Them Occasionally Or Not.

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You'll Never Be Greater Than Yourself.

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

And I’ll Tell It And Think It And Speak It And Breathe It And Reflect It From The Mountain So All Souls Can See It Then I’ll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinkin’ But I’ll Know My Song Well Before I Start Singin

If You Don't Believe There's A Price For This Sweet Paradise, Just Remind Me To Show You The Scars.

The Man In The Coon Skin Cap In The Pig Pen Wants Eleven Dollar Bills, You've Only Got Ten.

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

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

I'm The Oldest Son Of A Crazy Man, I'm In A Cowboy Band.

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

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You Hear A Lot About God These Days: God, The Beneficent; God, The All-great; God, The Almighty; God, The Most Powerful; God, The Giver Of Life; God, The Creator Of Death. I Mean, We're Hearing About God All The Time, So We Better Learn How To Deal With It. But If We Know Anything About God, God Is Arbitrary.

My Favorite Politician Was Arizona Senator Barry Goldwater, Who Reminded Me Of Tom Mix, And There Wasn't Any Way To Explain That To Anybody.

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

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

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number

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...

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

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

Whenever Anybody Does Something In A Big Way, It's Always Rejected At Home And Accepted Someplace Else.

Don't Think Twice, It's Alright.

I Set My Monkey On The Log, And Ordered Him To Do The Dog. He Wagged His Tail And Shook His Head, And He Went And Did The Cat Instead.

I Really Didn't Consider Myself Happy Or Unhappy.

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

In The Dime Stores And Bus Stations, People Talk Of Situations, Read Books, Repeat Quotations, Draw Conclusions On The Wall.

People Do Whatever They Want To Do, Y'know.

I'm Looking For A Woman Who's Head Is Mixed Up Like Mine.

But I Would Not Feel So All Alone, Everybody Must Get Stoned.

I Thought That He Was Righteous, But He's Vain. Oh, Somethings A Telling Me I Wear The Ball And Chain.

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

If You Need Somebody You Can Trust, Trust Yourself

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.

Every Pleasure's Got An Edge Of Pain, Pay Your Ticket And Don't Complain

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.

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

We All Like Motorcycles To Some Degree.

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)

He's Hell Bent For Destruction, He's Afraid And Confused, And His Brain Has Been Mismanaged With Great Skill.

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

Without Freedom Of Speech, I Might Be In The Swamp

Freedom Of Speech

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

Dead Man, Dead Man When Will You Arise? Cobwebs In Your Mind Dust Upon Your Eyes

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 That I Wasn't Going To Work For Anybody ... Hearing Him For The First Time Was Like Busting Out Of Jail. 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. People Today Are Still Living Off The Table Scraps Of The Sixties. They Are Still Being Passed Around - The Music And The Ideas.

You Can't Do Something Forever.

Don't Know Which One Is Worse, Doing Your Own Thing Or Just Being Cool.

Doing Your Own Thing

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

Beyond Here Lies Nothin' But The Mountains Of The Past

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

Sometimes I'm Thinkin' I'm Too High To Fall Other Times I'm Thinkin' I'm So Low I Don't Know If I Can Come Up At All

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

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You Shouldn't Let Other People Get Your Kicks For You.

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

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God Got The Power, Man Has Got His Vanity. Man Gotta Choose Before God Can Set Him Free.

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

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They Self-inflict Punishment On Their Own Broken Lives, Put Their Faith In Their Possessions, In Their Jobs, Or Their Wives.

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

The One Who Is Not Being Born Is Dying.

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.

People's Lives Are Filled With Vice And The Trappings Of It. Ambition, Greed And Selfishness All Have To Do With Vice. Sooner Or Later, You Have To See Through It Or You Don't Survive.

Jewels And Binoculars Hang From The Head Of The Mule.

I Was Down In The Sewer With Some Little Lover.

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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.

I Just Try To Understand That Tomorrow Is Another Day.

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.

Don't Get Up Gentlemen. I'm Only Passing Through!

God Is In Heaven, And We All Want What's His. But Power And Greed And Corruptible Seed Seem To Be All That There Is.

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.

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.

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

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

If I Wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd Probably Think That Bob Dylan Has A Lot Of Answers Myself.

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.

When You Cease To Exist, Then Who Will You Blame?

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.

The Motorcycle Black Madonna Two Wheeled Gypsy Queen.

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

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

I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children.

In My Childhood Everything You Heard, You Could Imagine What It Looked Like. Even Singers That I Would Hear On The Radio, I Couldn't See What They Looked Like, So I Imagined What They Looked Like. What They Were Wearing. What Their Movements Were. Gene Vincent? When I First Pictured Him, He Was A Tall, Lanky Blond-haired Guy.

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

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

If There's An Original Thought Out There, I Could Use One Right Now.

Original Thought

"tangled Up In Blue," Shifts Perspective Several Times During The Song To Tell A "tangled" Version Of [bob] Dylan's Marriage And Dissolution.

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

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.

Peace Is The Time It Takes To Reload Your Rifle.

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

Reality Has Always Had Too Many Heads.

The Government's Not Going To Create Jobs. It Doesn't Have To. People Have To Create Jobs.

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

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

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

Yes, And Only If My Own True Love Was Waiting If I Could Hear His Heart Softly Pounding Yes, And Only If He Was Lying By Me Would I Lie In My Bed Once Again.

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

You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody.

It Pays To Know Who Your Friends Are But It Also Pays To Know You Ain't Got Any Friends.

Who Your Friends Are

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.

Even I Don't Know What I'm Saying Most Of The Time.

On The Stone That Remains Carved Next To His Name, His Epitaph Plain, Only A Pawn In Their Game.

The Land Of Milk And Honey, They Say It Is The Land Of Money.

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

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There

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.

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

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.

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

We Never Thought We Could Ever Get Old.

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

Bob Has Never Written A Bad Song. Bob Dylan Is A Genius.

Frank [sinatra] Sang To You, Not At You, Like So Many Pop Singers Today. Even Singers Of Standards. I Never Wanted To Be A Singer That Sings At Somebody. I've Always Wanted To Sing To Somebody. I Would Have Gotten That Subliminally From Frank Many Years Ago. Hank Williams Did That, Too. He Sang To You.

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

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A Poem Is A Naked Person.

You Five And Ten Cent Women With Nothing In Your Heads, I Got A Real Gal I'm Loving And Lord I'll Love Her 'til I'm Dead.

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

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

I Fought With My Twin, The Enemy Within.

I Just Wanted A Song To Sing, And There Came A Point Where I Couldn't Sing Anything...nobo Dy Else Was Writing What I Wanted To Sing. I Couldn't Find It Anywhere. If I Could I Probably Would Never Have Started Writing.

You Just Don't Wake Up One Day And Decide That You Need To Write Songs.

As Long As You Give My Friend Jonah Lehrer A Free Pizza, I'll Write A Song About Your Restaurant.

Morality Has Nothing In Common With Politics.

I Was Just Too Stubborn To Ever Be Governed By Enforced Insanity.

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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.

Some Things Are Too Terrible To Be True.

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

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You Re The Best

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

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Low Self Esteem

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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.

Experience Teaches Us That Silence Terrifies People The Most.

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