Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly, He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.
Slow Train Coming
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
Hard Rain
Tangled Up In Blue
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
Nashville Skyline
Things Have Changed
The world of illusion is at my door
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits
Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
MTV Unplugged
Jokerman
You could make me cry if you don't know.
The Best of the Original Mono Recordings
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Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
The Essential Bob Dylan
Thunder On The Mountain
Some things last longer than you think they will; There are some kind of things you can never kill
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
Series Of Dreams
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,; Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery
Together Through Life
When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,; Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)
Must Be Santa
Boys in the street beginning to play; Girls like birds flying away
The Basement Tapes
Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Christmas in the Heart
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
Bringing It All Back Home
Blood In My Eyes
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
Knocked Out Loaded
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
Modern Times
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
Biograph
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.
Before the Flood
It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit; Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it; Using all the devices under the sun.
