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They Can't Hurt Me. Sure, They Can Crush You And Kill You. They Can Lay You Out On 42nd And Broadway And Put Hoses On You And Flush You In The Sewers And Put You On The Subway And Carry You Out To Coney Island And Bury You On The Ferris Wheel. But I Refuse To Sit Here And Worry About Dying.

-Bob Dylan

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They Can't Hurt Me.

Bob Dylan

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They Can't Hurt Me. Sure, They Can Crush You And Kill You. They Can Lay You Out On 42nd And Broadway And Put Hoses On You And Flush You In The Sewers And Put You On The Subway And Carry You Out To Coney Island And Bury You On The Ferris Wheel. But I Refuse To Sit Here And Worry About Dying.

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Beauty Walks A Razors Edge, Someday I'll Make It Mine.

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

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

Nothing Can Affect My Voice, It's So Bad.

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

Everything's A Business. Love, Truth, Beauty. Conversation Is A Business. Spirituality Is Not A Business, So It's Going To Go Against The Grain Of People Who Are Trying To Exploit Other People.

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.

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

There's Been Rumors Of War And Wars That Have Been The Meaning Of Life Has Been Lost In The Wind And Some People Thinkin' That The End Is Close By 'stead Of Learnin' To Live They Are Learnin' To Die

Businessmen, They Drink My Wine, Plowmen Dig My Earth. None Of Them Along The Line Know What Any Of It Is Worth.

People Disagreeing Everywhere You Look Makes You Wanna Stop And Read A Book.

I Always Thought The Best Kind Of Sunglasses Are The Motorcycle Helmets With The Black Plastic Masks On Them. That Way, Nobody Can Recognize The Back Of Your Head Either.

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

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

Land Of The Free

Good And Bad, I Define These Terms, Quite Clear, No Doubt, Somehow.

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!

Anger And Jealousy's All That He Sells Us, He's Content When You're Under His Thumb. Madmen Oppose Him, But Your Kindness Throws Him, To Survive It You Play Deaf And Dumb.

I've Always Been The Kind Of Person That Doesn't Like To Trespass, But Sometimes You Just Find Yourself Over The Line.

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I Change During The Course Of A Day. I Wake And I'm One Person, And When I Go To Sleep I Know For Certain I'm Somebody Else.

The Longer You Live, The Better You Get.

I Was Headed For The Fantastic Lights. No Doubt About It. Could It Be That I Was Being Deceived? Not Likely. I Don't Think I Had Enough Imagination To Be Deceived; Had No False Hope, Either. I'd Come From A Long Ways Off And Had Started From A Long Ways Down. But Now Destiny Was About To Manifest Itself. I Felt Like It Was Looking Right At Me And Nobody Else.

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

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.

What Kind Of Alchemy Could Create A Perfume That Would Make A Reaction To A Person Lukewarm, Indifferent And Apathetic?if Such A Scent Could Be Made I'd Like Some.

I Didn't Come Out Of A Cereal Box.

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?

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

Some Things Are Too Terrible To Be True.

If I Had The Stars From The Darkest Night And The Diamonds From The Deepest Ocean, I'd Forsake Them All For Your Sweet Kiss, For That's All I'm Wishin' To Be Ownin'.

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

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

We Are Singing Today Of The Wipe-out Gang - The Wipe-out Gang Buys, Owns & Operates The Insanity Factory - If You Do Not Know Where The Insanity Factory Is Located, You Should Hereby Take Two Steps To The Right, Paint Your Teeth & Go To Sleep.

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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Mothers Tell Your Children Not To Do The Things I Have Done, To Spend My Life In Sin And Misery In The House Of The Rising Sun.

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Walkin' Through The Leaves Fallin' From The Trees, Feelin' Like A Stranger Nobody Sees.

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You Will Find God In The Church Of Your Choice.

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May You Build A Ladder To The Stars And Climb On Every Rung. May You Stay Forever Young.

Everyone Of Them Words Rang True And Glowed Like Burning Coal, Pouring Off Every Page Like It Was Written In My Soul From Me To You.

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

We're Living In Times Where Men Commit Crimes And Crime Don't Have A Face.

You've Got To Lose Your Passion For Dumbness.

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

If You Want To Keep Your Memories, You First Have To Live Them.

Beyond Here Lies Nothin' But The Mountains Of The Past

If You Can't Lend A Hand, Then Get Out Of The Way.

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

I Define Nothing. Not Beauty, Not Patriotism. I Take Each Thing As It Is, Without Prior Rules About What It Should Be.

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

The Harmonica Is The World's Best-selling Musical Instrument. You're Welcome.

The Song Was There Before Me, Before I Came Along. I Just Sorta Came Down And Just Sorta Took It Down With A Pencil, But It Was There Before I Came Around.

I Don't Really Have A Retirement Plan.

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

I Believe In You, Even Though I Be Outnumbered.

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

Jewels And Binoculars Hang From The Head Of The Mule.

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

Just A Reminder, If You Tell Anyone About What Happened With Jonah Last Night, I'll Destroy All Of My Writing And Never Play Music Again.

So Happy Just To Be Alive, Underneath The Sky Of Blue, On This New Morning, New Morning, On This New Morning With You.

The Truth That I Am Seeking Is In Your Missing File.

The Motorcycle Black Madonna Two Wheeled Gypsy Queen.

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

A Poem Is A Naked Person... Some People Say That I Am A Poet.

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

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

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

You Can Have Your Youth It'll Rot Before Your Eyes

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.

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.

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.

Socialism, Hypnotism, Patriotism, Materialism, Fools Making Laws For The Breaking Of Jaws.

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

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

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

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'.

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

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.

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

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

The Only Person You Have To Think About Lying Twice To Is Either Yourself Or To God. The Press Isn't Either Of Them. And I Just Figured They're Irrelevant.

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.

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

What Good Are Fans? You Can't Eat Applause For Breakfast. You Can't Sleep With It.

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

The Best Songs Are The Songs You Write That You Don't Know Anything About. They're An Escape.

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

The Exploitation And Superficiality Of Mainstream America Is The Object Not Of [bob] Dylan's Hipster Scorn, But Of An Apocalyptic Parable Of Holy Fools And Righteous Thieves - The Kind Of Imagery That Dylan's Later Work Would Explore More Fully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Like The Lion Tears The Flesh Off A Man, So Can A Woman Who Passes Herself Off As A Male.

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.

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

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?

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.

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

She Speaks With A Stutter And She And She Walks With A Hop. I Don't Know Why I Love Her, But I Just Can't Stop.

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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

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

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

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

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.

An Artist Is Always In The State Of Becoming.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rollin' High And Mighty Traps Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps "we'll Meet On Edges, Soon," Said I Proud 'neath Heated Brow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now. Half-wracked Prejudice Leaped Forth "rip Down All Hate," I Screamed Lies That Life Is Black And White Spoke From My Skull. I Dreamed Romantic Facts Of Musketeers Foundationed Deep, Somehow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now.

How Many Deaths Will It Take 'till We Know That Too Many People Have Died?

It's Not Important What Other People Call You. If You Yourself Know You're A Fake, That's Tougher To Live With.

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Every Cause That Ever I Fought, I Fought It Full Without Regret Or Shame.

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

The Warrior Who's Strength Is Not To Fight.

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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.

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

Romance Never Does Go Out Of Fashion. It's Radical. But It's Out Of Step With The Current Media Culture.

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.

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 Be Happy By Doing Something Groovy.

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.

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

I Failed To Communicate, That's Why I Chose To Leave

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

And I'll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinking.

Being On Tour Is Like Being In Limbo. It's Like Going From Nowhere To Nowhere.

Nowhere To Turn

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.

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.

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

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.

All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

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.

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

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

Recording Studios Are Filled With Technology. They Are Set In Their Ways. And To Update Them Means You'd Have To Change Them Back. That Would Be My Idea Of Upgrading. And This Will Never Happen. As Far As I Know, Recording Studios Are Booked All The Time. So Obviously People Like All The Improvements. The More Technically Advanced They Are, The More In Demand They Become.

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

Look At Yourself

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

May You Grow Up To Be Righteous, May You Grow Up To Be True. May You Always Know The Truth And See The Lights Surrounding You. May You Always Be Courageous, Stand Upright And Be Strong. May You Stay Forever Young.

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

I Can't See My Reflection In The Waters, I Can't Speak The Sounds That Show No Pain. I Can't Hear The Echo Of My Footsteps, Or Can't Remember The Sound Of My Own Name.

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

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