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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.

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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.

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You Learn From A Conglomeration Of The Incredible Past - Whatever Experience Gotten In Any Way Whatsoever.

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

His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And Splendid.

When Blackness Was A Virtue And The Road Was Full Of Mud, I Came In From The Wilderness, A Creature Void Of Form.

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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."

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?

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

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

People Talk About Frank Sinatra All The Time - And They Should Talk About Frank - But He Had The Greatest Arrangers. They Worked For Him In A Different Kind Of Way Than They Worked For Other People. They Gave Him Arrangements That Are Just Sublime On Every Level. And He, Of Course, Could Match That Because He Had This Ability To Get Inside Of The Song In A Sort Of A Conversational Way. Frank Sang To You, Not At You, Like So Many Pop Singers Today. Even Singers Of Standards.

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

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.

The Warrior Who's Strength Is Not To Fight.

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

An Artist Has Got To Be Constantly In A State Of Becoming.

It Was Better To Be In Chains With Friends Than In A Garden With Strangers. [an Ancient Persian Proverb.] So True, Huh?

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

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

Last Night I Danced With A Stranger, But She Just Reminded Me You Were The One.

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

Doing Your Own Thing

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

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

Some People Seem To Fade Away But Then When They Are Truly Gone, It's Like They Didn't Fade Away At All.

Just In Time For Bob Dylan To Recoil From The Attention, Leave The City For Woodstock, And Turn His Back On Fame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

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

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

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging.

There Are A Lot Of Places I Like, But I Like New Orleans Better.

Music Attracts The Angels In The Universe.

You Use To Ride On The Chrome Horse With Your Diplomat, Who Carried On His Shoulder A Siamese Cat.

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)

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

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

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.

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

America Was Founded On The Backs Of Slaves.

One Was Texas Medicine, The Other Was Just Railroad Gin, And Like A Fool I Mixed Them.

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

You Can't Be Happy By Doing Something Groovy.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down Before Your Can Call Him A Man? . . . The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

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 Don't Live Or Die, People Just Float.

People Have A Hard Time Accepting Anything That Overwhelms Them.

Without Freedom Of Speech, I Might Be In The Swamp

Freedom Of Speech

Suddenly I Found You And The Spirit In Me Sings, Don't Have To Look No Further, You're The Soul Of Many Things.

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

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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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.

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

I Like The Fans, But I Don't Feel An Obligation That I Have To Be An Example To Them, Like Say Maybe A Baseball Player Would, Or A Football Player Or Maybe Some Other Type Of Musicians. I Don't Feel I Have To Really Set An Example That Somebody Else Has To Live Up To.

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

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

I Believe In You, Even Though I Be Outnumbered.

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

Look At Yourself

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.

Up North, You Could Find These Radio Stations With No Name On The Dials That Played Pre-rock 'n' Roll Things - Country Blues. We Would Hear Slim Harpo Or Lightnin' Slim And Gospel Groups, The Dixie Hummingbirds, The Five Blind Boys Of Alabama. I Was So Far North, I Didn't Even Know Where Alabama Was.

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.

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

There Are Degrees Of Happiness. You Go From One To The Other And Then Back Again. It's Hard To Be Completely Happy When Those Around Us Are Suffering And Groaning From Hunger.

Charity Is Suppose To Cover Up For A Multitude Of Sins.

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

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

People Today Are Still Living Off The Table Scraps Of The Sixties. They Are Still Being Passed Around - The Music And The Ideas.

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.

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

...how Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly Before They're Forever Banned?

I Said, You Know They Refused Jesus, Too. He Said, You're Not Him.

I Don't Think I've Ever Been An Agnostic. I've Always Thought There's A Superior Power, That This Is Not The Real World And That There's A World To Come.

Bent Out Of Shape From Society's Pliers, Cares Not To Come Up Any Higher, But Rather Get You Down In The Hole That He's In.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

There Are No Truths Outside The Gates Of Eden.

I Wanted To Understand Things And Then Be Free Of Them. I Needed To Learn How To Telescope Things, Ideas. Things Were Too Big To See All At Once, Like All The Books In The Library-everything Laying Around On All The Tables. You Might Be Able To Put It All Into One Paragraph Or Into One Verse Of A Song If You Could Get It Right.

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

She Never Stumbles, She's Got No Place To Fall. She's Nobody's Child, The Law Can't Touch Her At All.

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.

You Re The Best

I Saw Him Making Love To You, You Forgot To Close The Garage Door.

I Never Wanted To Be A Prophet Or A Saviour. Elvis Maybe

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

I Do Know What My Songs Are About.

Don't Follow Leaders.

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

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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.

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

[bob] Dylan's Broken-heart Songs Are So Much Better. Like "simple Twist Of Fate".

There Doesn't Seem To Be Any Tomorrow. Every Time I Wake Up, No Matter In What Position, It's Always Been Today.

I Am A Restless Soul Hungry Perhaps Wretched.

It Will Scramble Your Head And Drag Your Brain About, Sometimes You Gotta Do Like Elvis Did And Shoot The Damn Thing Out.

You I Am Sure Will Forgive Me For Sincerely Remarking That You Might Curb Your Magnanimity And Be More Of An Artist, And 'load Every Rift' Of Your Subject With Ore.

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

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

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

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

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

I Used To Play Hockey When I Was Growing Up. Everyone Sort Of Learns How To Skate And Play Hockey At An Early Age.

A Million Faces At My Feet But All I See Are Dark Eyes.

The Real Power Is In The Hands Of Small Groups Of People And I Don't Think They Have Titles.

It Ain't My Cup Of Meat.

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

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.

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.

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 Picture You Have In Your Mind Of What You're About Will Come True.

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.

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.

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.

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

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

I Stopped Smoking. When I Stopped Smoking, My Voice Changed... So Drastically, I Couldn't Believe It Myself.

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.

I Have Tried My Hand At Bribery, Blackmail, And Deceit. And I've Served Time For Everything, Cept Beggin On The Street.

Most Songs Have Bridges In Them, To Distract Listeners From The Main Verses Of A Song So They Don't Get Bored. My Songs Don't Have A Lot Of Bridges Because Lyric Poetry Never Had Them.

Art Is The Perpetual Motion Of Illusion. The Highest Purpose Of Art Is To Inspire. What Else Can You Do? What Else Can You Do For Any One But Inspire Them?

Loneliness Got A Mind Of Its Own The More People Around The More You Feel Alone

In This Age Of Fiberglass, I'm Searching For A Gem.

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

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.

You Swore You'd Never Compromise With The Mystery Tramp, But Now You Realise He's Not Selling Any Alibis As You Stare Into The Vacuum Of His Eyes And Say, Do You Want To Make A Deal How Does It Feel

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

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.

Nothing Is Better, Nothing Is Best, Take Heed Of This And Get Plenty Of Rest.

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

The First Thing You Notice About New Orleans Are The Burying Grounds - The Cemeteries - And They're A Cold Proposition, One Of The Best Things There Are Here. Going By, You Try To Be As Quiet As Possible, Better To Let Them Sleep. Greek, Roman, Sepulchres- Palatial Mausoleums Made To Order, Phantomesque, Signs And Symbols Of Hidden Decay - Ghosts Of Women And Men Who Have Sinned And Who've Died And Are Now Living In Tombs. The Past Doesn't Pass Away So Quickly Here. You Could Be Dead For A Long Time

We Never Thought We Could Ever Get Old.

The Inmates And Prisoners, I Found They Were My Kind, And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind.

If Not For You, Winter Wouldn't Hold No Spring, Couldn't Hear A Robin Sing. I Just Wouldn't Have A Clue, If Not For You.

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'.

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.

God Bless Them Pretty Women, I Wish They Was Mine, Their Breath Is As Sweet, The Dew On The Vine.

Time Is An Ocean, But It Ends At The Shore.

I Like Fidel Castro And His Beard.

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

You'll Never Be Greater Than Yourself.

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

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.

In The Fury Of The Moment/ I Can See The Master's Hand In Every Leaf That Trembles, In/ Every Grain Of Sand.

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

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.

Then Take Me Disappearin' Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time, Far Past The Frozen Leaves, The Haunted, Frightened Trees, Out To The Windy Beach, Far From The Twisted Reach Of Crazy Sorrow. Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands, With All Memory And Fate Driven Deep Beneath The Waves, Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow.

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.

There Used To Be A Time When The Idea Of Heroes Was Important. People Grew Up Sharing Those Myths And Legends And Ideals. Now They Grow Up Sharing Mcdonalds And Disneyland.

Well I'm Living In A Foreign Country But I'm Bound To Cross The Line. Beauty Walks A Razor's Edge...someday I'll Make It Mine.

Ring The Bells For The Blind And Deaf.

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

Down The Street The Dogs Are Barking And The Day Is Getting Dark. As The Night Comes In A-falling, The Dogs´ll Lose Their Bark And The Silent Night Will Shatter From The Sounds Inside My Mind, For I´m One To Many Mornings And A Thousand Miles Behind. From The Crossroads Of My Doorstep, My Eyes They Start To Fade, As I Turn My Head Back To The Room Where My Love And I Have Laid.

The Songs Are My Lexicon. I Believe The Songs.

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

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

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.

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.

Wasn't Making Any Great Connection Wasn't Falling For Any Intricate Scheme Nothing That Would Pass Inspection Just Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams

The National Bank At Profit Sells Road Maps For The Soul.

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

One Night Around That Time, At Hammersmith, Bob Dylan Was About To Go Into [his 1963 Classic] 'don't Think Twice, It's Alright.he Said, 'hey, Bucky! Play Mandolin On This.' I Am Not Really A Mandolin Player; I Could Only Play In Certain Keys. Halfway Through, He Stops The Band, Turns To The Audience And Points To Me. He Says: 'he Isn't Playing, He's Miming.' And Then: 'should I Fire Him?' The Whole Audience Yells.

Look, You Know I Don't Wanna Come On Ungrateful, But That Warren Report, You Know As Well As Me, Just Didn't Make It. You Know, Like They Might As Well Have Asked Some Banana Salesman From Des Moines, Who Was Up In Toronto On The Big Day, If He Saw Anyone Around Looking Suspicious/.

Freedom Just Around The Corner For You, But With The Truth So Far Off, What Good Will It Do?

Situations Have Ended Sad, Relationships Have All Been Bad.

Sad Relationship

If You Choose To Live Outside The Law, You Must Obey The Law More Stringently Than Anyone.

Draft Beer, Not People.

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

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

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

Whatever People See - Tv In My Mind Forms People's Opinions.

I Gaze Into The Doorway Of Temptation's Angry Flame And Every Time I Pass That Way I Always Hear My Name

Well, It's Always Been My Nature To Take Chances My Right Hand Drawing Back While My Left Hand Advances

We Don't See The People That Vice Destroys. We Just See The Glamour Of It - Everywhere We Look, From Billboard Signs To Movies, To Newspapers, To Magazines. We See The Destruction Of Human Life.

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

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

May Your Heart Always Be Joyful. May Your Song Always Be Sung.

..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

Is Your Money That Good, Will It Buy You Forgiveness?

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.

Being Singer Is Different Than Being An Actor, Where You Call Up Sources From Your Own Experience That You Can Apply To Whatever Shakespeare Drama You're In. But An Actor Is Pretending To Be Somebody, A Singer Isn't. And That's The Difference. Singers Today Have To Sing Songs Where There's Very Little Emotion Involved. That And The Fact That They Have To Sing Hit Records From Years Gone By Doesn't Leave A Lot Of Room For Any Kind Of Intelligent Creativity.

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.

Your Heart Is Like The Ocean, Mysterious And Dark.

You Want To Know About Creativity? Just Go Out And Buy That Book Imagine By Jonah Lehrer. It's Only $29.00 In Hardcover.

You'll Find Out When You Reach The Top, You're On The Bottom.

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

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."

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