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Well The Deputy Walks On Hard Nails And The Preacher Rides A Mount, But Nothing Really Matters Much It's Doom Alone That Counts.

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Well The Deputy Walks On Hard Nails And The Preacher Rides A Mount, But Nothing Really Matters Much It's Doom Alone That Counts.

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Feeling Funny In My Mind, Lord I Believe I'm Fixing To Die Well, I Don't Mind Dying But I Hate To Leave My Children Crying Well, I Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Sure Seems Lonesome, Lord, When The Sun Goes Down

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging They're Painting The Passports Brown The Beauty Parlor Is Filled With Sailors The Circus Is In Town Here Comes The Blind Commissioner They've Got Him In A Trance One Hand Is Tied To The Tight-rope Walker The Other Is In His Pants And The Riot Squad They're Restless They Need Somewhere To Go As Lady And I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row.

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.

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

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.

For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win

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

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

Everything In New Orleans Is A Good Idea.

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.

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

[bob] Dylan Crashed His Motorcycle In 1967, And Almost Died. A Few Years Ago, He Referred To The Experience As A "transfiguration."

I'll Let You Be In My Dreams If I Can Be In Yours.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

And I Hope That You Die And Your Death'll Come Soon I Will Follow Your Casket In The Pale Afternoon And I'll Watch While You're Lowered Down To Your Deathbed And I'll Stand O'er Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead

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

Jewels And Binoculars Hang From The Head Of The Mule.

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.

In The Home Of The Brave, Jefferson Turning Over In His Grave.

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

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

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

Sometimes The Silence Can Be Like Thunder.

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.

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.

Twenty Years Of Schooling And They Put You On The Day Shift - Look Out Out Kid, They Keep It All Hid

There Are Many Here Among Us Who Feel That Life Is But A Joke. But You And I, We've Been Through That, And This Is Not Our Fate, So Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

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.

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.

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

I Heard The Tongues Of Angels And The Tongues Of Men And It All Sounded No Different To Me.

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.

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.

Peace Will Come With Tranquility And Splendor On The Wheels Of Fire But Will Bring Us No Reward When Her False Idols Fall.

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

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.

Sometimes You Just Have To Bite Your Upper Lip And Put Sunglasses On.

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/.

I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A Thousand Miles Behind.

Fearing Not That I'd Become My Enemy In The Instant That I Preach

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

Keep A Good Head And Always Carry A Light Bulb.

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

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

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

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

You Say Love Is Just A Four Letter Word.

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.

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

Gotta Head Full Of Ideas That Are Driving Me Insane.

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

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

Come You Masters Of War You That Build All The Guns You That Build The Death Planes You That Build The Big Bombs You That Hide Behind Walls You That Hide Behind Desks I Just Want You To Know I Can See Through Your Masks.

People Tell Me It's A Sin, To Know And Feel Too Much Within.

Some Are Masters Of Illusions, Some Are Ministers Of Trade, All Under The Same Delusion, All Their Beds Unmade.

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

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

Bob Dylan Was Again An Entirely New Person - This Time Old, Craggy, Cynical, And World-weary, As In "not Dark Yet".

Well The Deputy Walks On Hard Nails And The Preacher Rides A Mount, But Nothing Really Matters Much It's Doom Alone That Counts.

It's Not A House, It's A Home.

I Believe In You, Even Though I Be Outnumbered.

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.

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

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.

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

You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody.

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

Doing Your Own Thing

I Lost My One True Love. I Started Drinking.

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.

When Somethin's Not Right It's Wrong.

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

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

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

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.

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

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)

I've Been Sitting Down Studying The Art Of Love. I Think It Will Fit Me Like A Glove.

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

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.

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.

It's Not Easy To Define Poetry.

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

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

The Naked Truth Is Still Taboo.

I Feel Like I'm Knockin' On Heaven's Door.

You Will Find God In The Church Of Your Choice.

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Open Your Mouth.

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

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'...

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

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.

I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing A Certain Place.

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.

When You Asked Me How I Was Doing, Was That Some Kind Of Joke

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

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.

How Many Times Must A Man Look Up Before He Can See The Sky? Yes, 'n' How Many Ears Must One Man Have Before He Can Hear People Cry? Yes, 'n' How Many Deaths Will It Take Till He Knows That Too Many People Have Died? The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

What Drives Me To You, Drives Me Insane.

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

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

Situations Have Ended Sad, Relationships Have All Been Bad.

Sad Relationship

If God Is On Our Side, He'll Stop The Next War.

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

Truth Is Like A Waterslide-only Fun When It's Slippery And Wet.

There Must Be Some Kind Of Way Out Of Here,' Said The Joker To The Thief.

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

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

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.

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.

They Like To Take All This Money From Sin, Build Big Universities To Study In, Sing Amazing Grace All The Way To The Swiss Banks.

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

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

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

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

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

His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And Splendid.

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

Don't Criticize What You Can't Understand.

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

Keep A Clean Nose, Watch The Plain-clothes.

In The Meantime [1965-67], [bob] Dylan Was Again Writing Some Of The Best Love Songs In The Genre, Like "visions Of Johanna," "just Like A Woman," And "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands."

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

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.

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

I Got This Grave Yard Woman.

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

The "joker" Here ["all Along The Watchtower" ] Is The Older [bob] Dylan Himself, Whining About Exploitation, And The Thief's Rejoinder Re-contextualizes The Earlier Critique Into The Religious Frames That Would Become More Prominent As Time Went On.

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 Can Have Your Youth It'll Rot Before Your Eyes

Stop All This Weeping, Swallow Your Pride/ You Will Not Die, Its Not Poison -tombstone Blues

Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands

Reality Has Always Had Too Many Heads.

I Used To Think It's Better If You Just Live And Die And No One Knows Who You Are.

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

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

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

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

Some Things Are Too Terrible To Be True.

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

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.

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.

Don't Forget To Support Your Public Library.

Lord Knows I've Paid My Dues Getting Through, Tangled Up In Blue.

How Many Times Can A Man Turn His Head, And Pretend That He Just Doesn't See?

Unanswered Questions

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.

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

I Like Spiritual Songs. They Struck Me As Truthful And Serious. They Brought Me Down To Earth And They Lifted Me Up All In The Same Moment.

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.

Cop Comes Down The Street Crazy As A Loon, He Throws Us In Jail For Carrying Harpoons.

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

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

Congratulations

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.

They Kill People Here Who Stand Up For Their Rights The System's Just Too Damned Corrupt It's Always The Same, The Name Of The Game Is Who Do You Know Higher Up

[in 1951] We Were Also Told That The Russians Could Be Parachuting From Planes Over Our Town At Any Time. These Were The Same Russians That My Uncles Had Fought Alongside Only A Few Years Earlier. Now They Had Become Monsters Who Were Coming To Slit Our Throats And Incinerate Us. It Seemed Peculiar. Living Under A Cloud Of Fear Like This Robs A Child Of His Spirit. It's One Thing To Be Afraid When Someone's Holding A Shotgun On You, But It's Another Thing To Be Afraid Of Something That's Just Not Quite Real.

Shedding Off One More Layer Of Skin, Keeping One Step Ahead Of The Persecutor Within.

My Big Fear Was That My Guitar Would Go Out Of Tune.

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.

If You're Not Busy Being Born, You're Busy Dying.

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.

Chaos Is A Friend Of Mine.

How Many Years Can Some People Exist Before They're Allowed To Be Free.

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.

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

You Never Turned Around To See The Frowns On The Jugglers And The Clowns When They All Did Tricks For You.

I'm Used To Writing Songs And Songs-i Can Fill Em Up With Symbolism And Metaphors. When You Write A Book (chronicles, Vol. 1), You Gotta Tell The Truth, And It Can't Be Misinterpreted.

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 Always Sound A Lot Better In Person Than They Do On The Record.

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

The Worth Of Things Can't Be Measured By What They Cost But By What The Cost You To Get It, That If Anything Costs You Your Faith Or Your Family, Then The Price Is Too High, And That There Are Some Things That Will Never Wear Out.

An Artist Is Always In The State Of Becoming.

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

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

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.

The Only Sound That's Left After The Ambulances Go Is Cinderella Sweeping Up On Desolation Row.

I Have Always Believed That Fame Is A Curse. I Never Envied One Of The Famous People I've Known.

Without Freedom Of Speech, I Might Be In The Swamp

Freedom Of Speech

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

So Now I'm Going Back Again I Got To Get Her Somehow All The People We Used To Know They're An Illusion To Me Now Some Are Mathematicians Some Are Carpenter's Wives Don't Know How It All Got Started I Don't What They're Doing With Their Lives But Me I'm Still On The Road Heading For Another Joint We Always Did Feel The Same We Just Saw It From A Different Point Of View Tangled Up In Blue.

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

How Many Times Must A Man Look Up, Before He Can See The Sky?

Silvio, I Gotta Go, Find Out Something Only Dead Men Know.

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.

Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow

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.

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.

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.

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

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?

It Ain't My Cup Of Meat.

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