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Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow
Modern Times
When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
People tell me it's a sin; To know and feel too much within.
MTV Unplugged
Blood In My Eyes
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense; I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966 Deluxe Edition
When The Deal Goes Down
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration – Deluxe Edition
Series Of Dreams
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
Rough and Rowdy Ways
Little Drummer Boy
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
Oh Mercy
Thunder On The Mountain
All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW
Must Be Santa
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival
I must be guilty of something,; You just whisper it into my ear.
John Wesley Harding
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
Dylan
Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)
How can I explain?; Oh, it's so hard to get on
Greatest Hits Volume 3
Tangled Up In Blue
I'll remember you; When the wind blows through the piney wood.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’
take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
Things Have Changed
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.; Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
Self Portrait
And every time you get this close; It makes me want to scream
Before the Flood
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,; Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,; Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
Real Live
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
Shot of Love
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,; But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
