The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home

Little Drummer Boy

May you have a strong foundation;
When the winds of changes shift

Listen to Desolation Row


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

If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.

The Essential Bob Dylan

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun;
Would treat a father so,;
To wait upon him hand and foot;
And always tell him, "No"?

The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964

Series Of Dreams

In the day of confession;
We cannot mock a soul.;
Oh, when there's too much of nothing,;
No one has control.

The Basement Tapes

When The Deal Goes Down

Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody


Tangled Up In Blue

I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed;
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road

Bringing It All Back Home

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"

The Original Mono Recordings

Blood In My Eyes

Don’t think twice, it’s all right

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


Well, you're so bad and nasty;
But I love you, yes I do

Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963

Thunder On The Mountain

When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966 Deluxe Edition

Must Be Santa

You'd better do somethin' quick;
She's your lover now.

Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)

Things Have Changed

I can smile in the face of mankind.;
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine;
Most of the time.

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait

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

If he needs a third eye he just grows it

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

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.;
One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.

World Gone Wrong

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard;
I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word

Fallen Angels