There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
Bob Dylan at Budokan
Tangled Up In Blue
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963
Things Have Changed
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain; You give something up for everything you gain
The Bootleg Series Vol. 15: Travelin’ Thru, 1967–1969
Must Be Santa
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed; Dignity never been photographed
Self Portrait
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime; Or is it just solid rock?
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Best of The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966
Series Of Dreams
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964
Jokerman
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.; Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
Another Side of Bob Dylan
When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
If dogs run free, why not me; Across the swamp of time?
Triplicate
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
Time out of Mind
Little Drummer Boy
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
Blonde on Blonde
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I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
MTV Unplugged
Blood In My Eyes
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.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home
When The Deal Goes Down
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
Knocked Out Loaded
Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
Dylan
And I, I don't mind the pain; Don't mind the driving rain; I know I will sustain; 'Cause I believe in you.
Trouble No More – The Bootleg Series Vol. 13 / 1979-1981
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,; Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,; Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
Saved
I looked at my watch; I looked at my wrist; I punched myself in the face with my fist
Under the Red Sky
The pump don't work; 'Cause the vandals took the handles
