Fallen Angels

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart

Listen to Desolation Row

Self Portrait

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Put your body next to mine;
And keep me company,;
There is plenty a room for all,;
So please don't elbow me.

Triplicate

Must Be Santa

Most of the time;
I can't even be sure;
If she was ever with me;
Or if I was with her.

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait

When The Deal Goes Down

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

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.

The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964

Thunder On The Mountain

People ask about you;
I didn't tell them everything I knew

Greatest Hits Volume 3

Things Have Changed

Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,;
Pray that I don't die of thirst,;
Baby, two feet from the well.

Nashville Skyline

Jokerman

And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine

Tempest

Little Drummer Boy

Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face;
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

“Love and Theft”

Series Of Dreams

You don't want a love that's pure;
You wanna drown love;
You want a watered-down love

Christmas in the Heart

Blood In My Eyes

Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl,;
No more booby traps and bombs,;
No more decadence and charm,;
No more affection that's misplaced, girl

Real Live

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

Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more

Street-Legal

Tangled Up In Blue

Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain

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

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

When you know as well as me;
You'd rather see me paralyzed

The Original Mono Recordings

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

Oh, some of us'll end up;
In St. Cloud Prison,;
And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things

Knocked Out Loaded