Christmas in the Heart

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,;
Wiggle 'til you vomit fire

Listen to Desolation Row

The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration – Deluxe Edition

Tangled Up In Blue

If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,;
What good am I?

The Best of Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth

The Bootleg Series Vol. 17: Fragments – Time Out of Mind Sessions (1996–1997)

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.

The Bootleg Series, Vol 1-3: Rare & Unreleased 1961-1991

Series Of Dreams

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

Nashville Skyline

Things Have Changed

That long black cloud is comin' down

Bob Dylan – The Rolling Thunder Revue: The 1975 Live Recordings

When The Deal Goes Down

Leaving men wholly, totally free;
To do anything they wish to do but die

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Little Drummer Boy

But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts

Dylan

Must Be Santa

No knife could ever cut our love apart

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Best of The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966

Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story By Martin Scorsese | Trailer | Netflix

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

Highway 61 Revisited

Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)

I'll remember you;
At the end of the trail,;
I had so much left to do,;
I had so little time to fail.

The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs

Blood In My Eyes

Temptation's not an easy thing

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

Lost time is not found again

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid

Thunder On The Mountain

You were trying to break into another world;
A world I never knew.;
I always kind of wondered;
If you ever made it through.

Shot of Love

Jokerman

But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime;
Or is it just solid rock?

Self Portrait

Yesterday everything was going too fast;
Today, it's moving too slow

John Wesley Harding

In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.

New Morning

Build a fire, throw on logs;
And listen to it hiss;
And let it burn, burn, burn, burn;
On a night like this.

Shadows in the Night

People on the platforms;
Waiting for the trains;
I can hear their hearts a-beatin';
Like pendulums swinging on chains

Together Through Life

Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced The cause was there before we came.

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