Desire

Blood In My Eyes

All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies

Listen to Desolation Row

World Gone Wrong

Things Have Changed

I looked at my watch;
I looked at my wrist;
I punched myself in the face with my fist

New Morning

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

I just want you to know;
I can see through your masks

Modern Times

Little Drummer Boy

Guess it's too late to say the things to you;
That you needed to hear me say.

Fallen Angels

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

You will search, babe, At any cost.;
But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?

Shadow Kingdom

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If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.

The Times They Are A-Changin’

Series Of Dreams

False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,;
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.

Hard Rain

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.

More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14

Jokerman

Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.

Real Live

When The Deal Goes Down

I'm already there in my mind;
And that's good enough for now

The Original Mono Recordings

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

I need a dump truck mama to unload my head

Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II

Thunder On The Mountain

Where black is the color, where none is the number

Good as I Been to You

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

The world of illusion is at my door

Trouble No More – The Bootleg Series Vol. 13 / 1979-1981

Tangled Up In Blue

What drives me to you is what drives me insane.

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Must Be Santa

There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them

Biograph

Can't you make any sound?

Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits

Temptation's not an easy thing

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

he not busy being born, Is busy dying

Nashville Skyline

Now, a very great man once said;
That some people rob you with a fountain pen.;
It didn't take too long to find out;
Just what he was talkin' about.

Saved

In the hills of mystery,;
In the foggy web of destiny,;
You can have what's left of me,;
Where we were born in time.

Bob Dylan at Budokan