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About Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941) is an American folk and rock singer-songwriter, born in Duluth, Minnesota.

Born: May 24th, 1941

Categories: Americans, Guitarists, Songwriters, Folk singers, Jews, Living people, Musicians, Rock singers, American folk music, Folk rock, Blues

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How does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
"Come in", she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land, where justice is a game.
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, let me forget about today until tomorrow.
You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin’ out Now you don’t talk so loud Now you don’t seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
You can have your cake and eat it, too.
But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned!
Even the president of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked.
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people, they're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
May your hands always be busy. May your feet always be swift. May you have a strong foundation when the winds of changes shift. May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung. May you stay forever young.
Don't follow leaders Watch the parkin' meters
The ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
I met a white man who walked a black dog.
You don't need a weather man To know which way the wind blows
It may be the Devil or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody.
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind.
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it.
I helped her out of a jam, I guess, but I used a little too much force...
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'.
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there...
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Lay, lady, lay. Lay across my big, brass bed.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door, Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
His clothes are dirty, but his hands are clean, and you're the best thing that he's ever seen.
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you.
Jan had told him many times "it was you to me who taught: in Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught"
She said, "Welcome to the land of the living dead," but you could tell she was so brokenhearted — she said, "Even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt."
Chaos is a friend of mine.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’.
Stay, lady, stay. Stay while the night is still ahead.
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now...
I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
I had to say something to strike him very weird so I yelled out "I like Fidel Castro and his beard."
You never turned around to see the frowns, on the jugglers and the clowns when they all did, tricks for you.
Tangled up in blue...
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins.
The pump don't work 'Cause the vandals took the handles
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm...
All the money you made will never buy back your soul.
Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died?
Whatever colors you have in your mind. I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.
Well, I try my best To be just like I am But everybody wants you To be just like them
Come gather ’round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown. And accept it that soon You’ll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you is worth savin’ Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin’.
The sun's not yellow, it's chicken.
But all the while I was alone The past was close behind, I seen a lot of women But she never escaped my mind,
How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?
You go watch the geek, who immediately walks up to you when he hears you speak, and says, how does it feel to be such a freak?, and you say, impossible as he hands you a bone.
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken.
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
It is not he or she or them or it that you belong to.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, crying like a fire in the sun.
But I can’t think for you You’ll have to decide Whether Judas Iscariot Had God on his side
I lived with them on Montague Street In a basement down the stairs There was music in the cafes at night And revolution in the air.
And you say, Oh my God, am I here all alone?
Twenty years of schoolin' And they put you on the day shift
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower while calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers...
While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir 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
While others say don't hate nothing at all except hatred
People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range, I used to care, but things have changed.
She takes just like a woman, yes she does She makes love just like a woman, yes she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl.
You can't win with a losing hand
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through...
If the Bible is right the world will explode
Nobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand inside the rain
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back.
Money doesn't talk, it swears. Obscenity, who really cares? Propaganda all is phony.
Shedding off one more layer of skin, keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.
Steal a little and they throw you in jail; steal a lot and they make you king.
Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools, I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
So if you're travelin' in the north country fair, Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine.
Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you fail
Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him.
The book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, the law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew...
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine. But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him
You may call me Bobby; you may call me Zimmy...
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face.
He’s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.
You're an idiot, babe. It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
We always did feel the same, we just saw it from a different point of view...
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, both of their futures so full of dread.
Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow She might think that I've forgotten her don't tell her it isn't so.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn Plays wasted words, proves to warn That he not busy being born is busy dying.
I hate myself for loving you.
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
They’ll stone ya and then they’ll say, “good luck”
But to live outside the law, you must be honest.
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme...
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.
I hurt easy, I just don't show it, you can hurt someone and not even know it
The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame; preacherman seeks the same. Who'll get there first is uncertain.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge
Oh Mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again?
Sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
You don't count the dead When God's on your side
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it.
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.
Come all without, come all within, You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn.
You got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend. When I was down, you just stood there grinning.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man. Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burnin' coal. Pourin' off of every page, like it was written in my soul from me to you...
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
Oh God said to Abraham, Kill me a son. Abe says, Man, you must be puttin' me on. God say, No. Abe say, What? God say, You can do what you want Abe, but the next time you see me comin' you better run. Well Abe says, Where do you want this killin' done? God says, Out on Highway 61.
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world.
Don't ask me nothin' about nothin'. I just might tell you the truth.
I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
There's only one step down from here, baby. It's called the Land of Permanent Bliss.
Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time...
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.
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, Should I leave them by your gate, Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, but 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'.
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace, And your basement clothes and your hollow face, Who among them can think he could outguess you?
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet. He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat, take the motherless children off the street and place them at the feet of a harlot.
"The stage is the only place where I'm happy." But this has its own sadnesses, like so much love. He is the one person who has to be at a Dylan concert and the one person who can't go to a Dylan concert.
Yes, I received your letter yesterday (About the time the door knob broke) When you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I can't read too good Don't send me no more letters no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row
You never ask questions When God's on your side
You see, you're just like me. I hope you're satisfied.
Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole down upon your knees.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it’s not poison
Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea?
There’s seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance There's seven new people born
People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around — the music and the ideas.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way, I'm sure your mind is roamin'. I'm sure your heart is not with me, But with the country to where you're goin'.
Keep a good head and always carry a light bulb.
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.
a poem is a naked person . . . some people say that I am a poet
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned slowly into autumn.
Oh, the tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies And the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies.
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears, In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors, Lookin' into the lost forgotten years For dignity
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats, blowing through the letters that we wrote. Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves, We're idiots, babe. It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle-jangle morning, I'll come following you.
Far between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll, We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing. As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds, Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing. Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight, Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight, An’ for each an’ ev’ry underdog soldier in the night, An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight. I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight. My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night Leaving all of love's ashes behind me. The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet. The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet. I think of her often and hope whoever she's met Will be fully aware of how precious she is. Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me, "How good, how good does it feel to be free?" And I answer them most mysteriously, "Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"
The enemy I see wears a cloak of decency.
You can't be wise and in love at the same time.
All I really want to do is, baby, be friends with you.
It frightens me the awful truth of how sweet life can be.
I couldn’t see when it started snowin’ Your voice was all that I heard
I couldn’t see what you could show me Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart
Man is opposed to fair play: he wants it all, and he wants it his way.
Democracy don't rule the world; you'd better get that in your head. This world is ruled by violence.
You always said people don't do what they believe in; they just do what's most convenient, then they repent.
But if the arrow is straight, And the point is slick, It can pierce through dust no matter how thick.
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul To the old folks home and the college
I like to do just like the rest, I like my sugar sweet, but guarding fumes and making haste, it ain't my cup of meat.
A woman like you should be at home. That's where you belong, taking care of somebody nice who don't know how to do you wrong.
And here I sit so patiently waiting to find out what price you have to pay to get out of going through all these things twice.
Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame. You must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim.
What looks large from a distance, close up ain't never that big.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity.
Truth is an arrow, and the gate is narrow that it passes through.
I can't believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart.
Time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet.
Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song, 'bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along
They talk about a life of brotherly love? Show me someone who knows how to live it.
I know she ain't you, but she's here, and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul.
Love is so simple, to quote a phrase; you've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.
I'd throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea, for they are mistakes of a past history.
I once loved a woman, a child I am told I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul.
Do you ever wonder just what God requires? You think he's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin', I was layin' in bed Wond'rin'if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red.
Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth, he can do with it as he please. And if things don't change soon, he will.
Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet... Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street.
Once upon a time you dressed so fine, threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you. People call, say beware doll, you're bound to fall, you thought they were all, kiddin you.
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs, Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide, A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside. Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts.
Somebody got lucky, but it was an accident.
I believe in you even on the morning after.
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?
There's no success like failure, and failure's no success at all.
You got innocent men in jail, your insane asylums are filled.
I live in another world, where life and death are memorized.
I always have respected her for doin' what she did and gettin' free
Somebody's got to cry some tears, I guess it must be up to me.
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
Gonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need.
I ain't looking for you to feel like me, see like me, or be like me.
And something is happening here, but you don't know what it is, do you Mr. Jones?
You got some big dreams, baby, but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep.
They tell you "Time is money," as if your life was worth its weight in gold.
Freedom just around the corner for you, but with truth so far off, what good will it do?
I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise, whom Nature's beast fears as they come.
I've been deceived by the clown inside of me. I thought that he was righteous but he's vain.
Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn, it looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born.
The whole world's a bottle, And life's but a dram, When the bottle gets empty, It sure ain't worth a damn.
I’m going out of my mind, oh, oh; with a pain that stops and starts; like a corkscrew to my heart; Ever since we’ve been apart
Took a stranger to teach me to look into justice's beautiful face, and to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
When you bite off more than you can chew, you pay the penalty, somebody's got to tell the tale, I guess it must be up to me.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse. When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose. You're invisible now. You've got no secrets to conceal.
The one was Texas medicine. the other was just railroad gin. And, like a fool, I mixed them and it strangled up my mind and now people just get uglier and I have no sense of time.
Half of the people can be part right all of the time, Some of the people can be all right part of the time, But all the people can't be all right all the time. I think Abraham Lincoln said that. I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours. I said that.
I'll eat when I'm hungry, drink when I'm dry
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
I'm sittin' on my watch so I can be on time.
I don't call myself a poet, because I don't like the word.
And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it.
It sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets.
You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way.
Take care of all your memories. said my friend Mick, For you cannot relive them.
Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.
Wheels on fire, rolling down the road, best notify my next of kin, this wheel shall explode!
My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost. He's always off somewhere when I need him most.
The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter was that his name wasn't Henry Porter.
They'd like to drive me from this town; they don't want me around, 'cause I believe in you.
Ev'rybody's in despair, Ev'ry girl and boy But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy.
I put one on the turntable and when the needle dropped, I was stunned — didn't know whether I was stoned or straight.
You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell yuh That you ain’t a-got no friend
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free. Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
If she's passing back this way I'm not that hard to find Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.
A lot of people don't have much food on their table But they got a lot of forks and knives And they gotta cut something
The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key, somebody had to unlock your heart, he said it was up to me.
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.
Bob Dylan
• On the influence of Jack Kerouac, as quoted in Jack Kerouac (2007) by Alison Behnke, p. 100
• Source: Wikiquote: "Bob Dylan" (Quotes)
I ain't saying you treated me unkind You could have done better but I don't mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don't think twice, it's all right.
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Here comes the story of The Hurricane, the man the authorities came to blame for something that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he coulda been the champion of the world.
All that foreign oil controlling American soil. Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed: sheiks walking around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings, deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris.
Well, God is in His heaven And we all want what's his But power and greed and corruptible seed Seem to be all that there is I'm gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell
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?
God, I'm glad I'm not me.
All I see are dark eyes.
Morality has nothing in common with politics.
There's lots of pretty girls in Mozambique.
Here's your throat back, thanks for the loan.
Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.
Don't wanna judge nobody — don't wanna be judged.
I sucked the milk out of a thousand cows.
You sound like a hillbilly; We want folk singers here.
Yesterday's just a memory; tomorrow's never what it's supposed to be.
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it.
Your debutante knows what you need, but I know what you want.
That ear - I mean, Jesus, he's got to will that to the Smithsonian.
Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than those who are most content.
So many things that we never will undo I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too.
I read On the Road in maybe 1959. It changed my life like it changed everyone else's.
Bob Dylan
• On the influence of Jack Kerouac on him, as quoted Grasping for the Wind : The Search for Meaning in the 20th Century (2001) by John W. Whitehead
• Source: Wikiquote: "Bob Dylan" (Quotes)
The enemy is subtle. How be it we're deceived? When the truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.
You go to Sodom and Gomorrah, but what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.
Well I tried my best to be just like I am, but everybody wants you to be just like them
The words fill my head, and fall to the floor, that if God's on our side, he'll stop the next war.
My so-called friends have fallen under a spell: they look me squarely in the eye and say, "Well; all is well."
Now there's spiritual warfare, flesh and blood breaking down. You either got faith or you got unbelief, and there ain't no neutral ground.
We live in a political world Where mercy walks the plank, Life is in mirrors, death disappears Up the steps into the nearest bank.
Because Dickens and Dostoevsky and Woody Guthrie were telling their stories much better than I ever could, I decided to stick to my own mind.
I'm listening to Billy Joe Shaver And I'm reading James Joyce Some people they tell me I've got the blood of the land in my voice
Louise she's all right she's just near' She's delicate and seems like veneer' But she just makes it all too concise and too clear' That Johanna's not here
I feel pretty good, but that ain't saying much — I could feel a whole lot better, if you were just here by my side to show me how.
The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone Causes Galileo’s math book to get thrown At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
Throw my ticket out the window, Throw my suitcase out there too, Throw my troubles out the door, I don't need them anymore, 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial. Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But, Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues you can tell by the way she smiles
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 has got nothing to do with it. I'm thinking about the general people and when they get hurt.
What I wanted to do with Bobby was just to get him to sound in the studio as natural, just as he was in person, and have that extraordinary personality come thru. … After all, he's not a great harmonica player, and he's not a great guitar player, and he's not a great singer. He just happens to be an original. And I just wanted to have that originality come thru.
Go away from my window, Leave at your own chosen speed, I'm not the one you want, babe, I'm not the one you need. You say you're looking for someone, Who's never weak but always strong, To protect you and defend you, Whether you are right or wrong, Someone to open each and every door, But it ain't me, babe, No, no, no, it ain't me, babe, It ain't me you're looking for, babe.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail, The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind, Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind, An’ the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
It's life and life only.
Fools glorify themselves, trying to manipulate Satan.
If there's anyone who knows, is there anyone who cares?
Drownin' in the poison, got not future got no past.
The future to me is already a thing of the past.
Oh, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free.
All and all can only fall with a crushing but meaningless blow.
Nobody sees through him — no, not even the chief of police.
For man has invented his doom; first step was touching the moon.
They'll kick you when you're up and knock you when you're down.
Let me die in my footsteps before I go under the ground.
She could take the dark out the nighttime and paint the daytime black.
Of war and peace the truth just twist, its curfew gull it glides.
You put your eyes in your pockets and your nose on the ground.
They already expect you to just give a check to tax-deductible charity organization.
I paid the price of solitude but at least I'm out of debt.
It was gravity which pulled us in and destiny which broke us apart
He could be standing next to you, the person that you notice least.
He's following a star, the same one that the three men followed east.
Capitalism is above the law; it's said it don't count 'less it sells.
Goodbye is too good a word, girl So I'll just say fare thee well.
I kiss good-bye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
If I catch my opponents ever sleepin', I'll just slaughter 'em where they lie.
Some one else is speaking with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
We may not be able to defeat these swine, but we don't have to join them.
Your lover who just walked out the door, has taken all his blankets from your floor.
Don't know how it all got started, I don't know what they do with their lives...
(Alternate version.) A brave man will kill you with a sword, a coward with a kiss.
I was walking through the leaves Falling from the trees. Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.
They say in your father's house there's many mansions; each one of 'em got a fireproof floor.
Politician's got on his jogging shoes, he must be running for office, got no time to lose
Gonna get me an army, some tough sons o' bitches I recruit my army from the orphanages.
My clothes are wet, tight on my skin/but not as tight as the corner I painted myself in.
Here's to Cisco an' Sonny an' Lead Belly too, an' to all the good people that traveled with you.
There is one thing I know though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would not forgive what you do
You've been with the professors and they've all liked your looks. With great lawyers you've discussed lepers and crooks.
A change in the weather is known to be extreme; but what's the sense in changing horses in mid-stream?
Have they counted the cost it'll take to bring down all the earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon?
If I thought about it, I never would have done it, I guess I would have let it slide.
Feel as though my soul has turned into steel. I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal.
Time is a jetplane — it moves too fast. Oh but what a shame that all we've shared can't last...
Just how much abuse will you be able to take? Well, there's no way to tell by the first kiss.
here's to the hearts an' the hands of the men, that come with the dust and are gone with the wind.
I got into the driver's seat and drove down 42nd Street in my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war.
You'll never know the hurt I suffer, nor the pain I rise above, and I'll never know the same about you...
I've always been the kind of person who doesn't like to trespass, but sometimes you just find yourself over the line.
Now at midnight all the agents, and the superhuman crew, come out and round up everyone, that knows more then they do.
Man's ego's inflated, his laws are outdated. They don't apply no more. You can't rely no more to be standing around waiting.
It's sundown on the union that was made in the USA. Sure was a good idea till greed got in the way.
But my heart is not weary; it's light and it's free I've got nothing but affection for those who've sailed with me.
We are covered in blood, girl. You know both our forefathers were slaves. Let us hope they've found mercy in their bone-filled graves.
People starving and thirsting; grain elevators are bursting. You know, it costs more to store the food than it do to give it.
She is good to me There's nothing she doesn't see She knows where I’d like to be But it doesn’t matter... I want you
May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. May your song always be sung, May you stay forever young.
I know where I can find you — in somebody's room. It's the price I have to pay, you're a big girl all the way.
Counterfeit philosophies have polluted all of your thoughts; Karl Marx has got you by the throat, and Henry Kissinger's got you tied up into knots.
When I saw you break down in front of the judge and cry real tears, it was the best damn thing I saw anybody do.
I might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trial Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Do you take me for such a fool to think I'd make contact with one that tries to hide what he don't know to begin with.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstacy, I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory and all your ragin' glory
A cat's meow and a cow's moo, I can recite 'em all, just tell me where it hurts you, honey, and I'll tell you who to call.
We're going all the way, till the wheels fall off and burn, till the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasins die.
Take your clothes, put 'em in a sack. You goin' down the road, baby, and you cant come back. Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry po' me any more.
Bob Dylan took a lot of air out of the room when it came to songwriters. Everybody had a tough row to hoe distinguishing themselves once Bob invented our job.
A lot of people complaining that there is no work. I say, "Why you say that for?" When nothin' you got is US-made — they don't make nothin' here no more.
Advertising signs that con you into thinking you are the one That can do what's never been done, That can win what's never been won Meanwhile, life outside goes on all around you
I once held her in my arms, She said she would always stay, But I was cruel, I treated her like a fool, I threw it all away. I threw it all away.
Come Congressmen, Senators, please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall For he who gets hurt will be he who has stalled There’s a battle outside and it's ragin’.
Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The hand made blade, the child's balloon, Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying.
[Recounting a scene in The Gunfighter] Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square — I want him to feel what it's like to every moment face his death.
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I'd become my enemy in the instance that I preached My existence led by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow.
You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothin' to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice unclear Startles your sleeping ear to hear That somebody thinks they really found you.
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan Who for reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man
Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their marks. Make everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark. It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred.
The first two lines, which rhymed 'kiddin' you' and 'didn't you,' just about knocked me out, and later on, when I got to the jugglers and the chrome horse and the princess on the steeple, it all just about got to be too much.
Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won’t come again And don’t speak too soon For the wheel’s still in spin And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s naming.’ For the loser now will be later to win
If your memory serves you well, I remember you're the one who called out me to call out them to get your business done. And after every plan has failed, and there was nothing left to tell, well you knew that we shall meet again if your memory serves you well.
Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trenchcoat Badge out, laid off Says he's got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out kid It's somethin' you did God knows when But you're doin' it again
If your mem'ry serves you well, we were gonna meet again and wait, so I think I'll just unpack my bags and sit before it gets too late. No man alive will come to you with another tale to tell, but you know that we shall meet again, if your mem'ry serves you well.
If your memory serves you well, I was gonna confiscate your lace and wrap it up in a sailor's knot and hide it in your case. And if I knew for sure that it was yours, it was oh so hard to tell, and you know that we shall meet again, if your memory serves you well.
Dylan is free now to work on his own terms. It would be foolish to predict what he will do next. But hopefully he will remain a mediator, using the language of pop to transcend it. If the gap between past and present continues to widen, such mediation may be crucial. In a communications crisis, the true prophets are the translators.
About Bob Dylan
• Ellen Willis, in "Dylan" in Representative Men : Cult Heroes of Our Time (1970) edited by Theodore L. Gross
• Source: Wikiquote: "Bob Dylan" (Quotes about Dylan)
It’s not a character like in a book or a movie. He’s not a bus driver. He doesn’t drive a forklift. He’s not a serial killer. It’s me who’s singing that, plain and simple. We shouldn’t confuse singers and performers with actors. Actors will say, “My character this, and my character that.” Like beating a dead horse. Who cares about the character? Just get up and act. You don’t have to explain it to me.
The road out would be treacherous, and I didn’t know where it would lead but I followed it anyway. It was a strange world ahead that would unfold, a thunderhead of a world with jagged lightning edges. Many got it wrong and never did get it right. I went straight into it. It was wide open. One thing for sure, not only was it not run by God, but it wasn’t run by the devil either.
It's peculiar and unnerving in a way to see so many young people walking around with cellphones and iPods in their ears and so wrapped up in media and video games. It robs them of their self-identity. It's a shame to see them so tuned out to real life. Of course they are free to do that, as if that's got anything to do with freedom. The cost of liberty is high, and young people should understand that before they start spending their life with all those gadgets.
Reporter: How many people who labor in the same musical vineyard in which you toil - how many are protest singers? That is, people who use their music, and use the songs to protest the, uh, social state in which we live today: the matter of war, the matter of crime, or whatever it might be. Bob Dylan: many? Reporter: Yes. How many? Bob Dylan: Uh, I think there's about, uh...136. Reporter: You say about 136, or you mean exactly 136? Bob Dylan: Uh, it's either 136 or 142.
He's a pinboy. He also wears suspenders. He's a real person. You know him, but not by that name... I saw him come into the room one night and he looked like a camel. He proceeded to put his eyes in his pocket. I asked this guy who he was and he said, "That's Mr. Jones." Then I asked this cat, "Doesn't he do anything but put his eyes in his pocket?" And he told me, "He puts his nose on the ground." It's all there, it's a true story.
Bob Dylan
• When asked about the meaning of the song "Ballad of a Thin Man" during a 1965 interview.
• Source: Wikiquote: "Bob Dylan" (Quotes)
Sometimes you say things in songs even if there's a small chance of them being true. And sometimes you say things that have nothing to do with the truth of what you want to say and sometimes you say things that everyone knows to be true. Then again, at the same time, you're thinking that the only truth on earth is that there is no truth on it. Whatever you are saying, you're saying in a ricky-tick way. There's never time to reflect. You stitched and pressed and packed and drove, is what you did.
And if I don't make it, you know my baby will.
The minute you try to grab hold of Dylan, he's no longer where he was. He's like a flame: If you try to hold him in your hand you'll surely get burned. Dylan's life of change and constant disappearances and constant transformations makes you yearn to hold him, and to nail him down. And that's why his fan base is so obsessive, so desirous of finding the truth and the absolutes and the answers to him — things that Dylan will never provide and will only frustrate. … Dylan is difficult and mysterious and evasive and frustrating, and it only makes you identify with him all the more as he skirts identity.

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