BOB DYLAN NEWSLETTER
Little Drummer Boy
people don’t live or die, people just float
Listen to Desolation Row
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid
Series Of Dreams
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously;
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
I was in your presence for an hour or so;
Or was it a day? I truly don't know.
The Basement Tapes
Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival
At the corrida we'll sit in the shade;
And watch the young torero stand alone.;
We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed;
When they rode with Villa into Torreon.
The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration – Deluxe Edition
Tangled Up In Blue
If I ever lose her I will go insane;
I go half crazy when she calls my name
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
Things Have Changed
I know all about poison, I know all about fiery darts,;
I don't care how rough the road is, show me where it starts,;
Whatever pleases You, tell it to my heart.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 9: The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964
Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story By Martin Scorsese | Trailer | Netflix
Premiering June 12 on Netflix!
I wish that for just one time;
You could stand inside my shoes;
You'd know what a drag it is;
To see you
The Original Mono Recordings
When The Deal Goes Down
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
Must Be Santa
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past;
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
Bob Dylan – The Rolling Thunder Revue: The 1975 Live Recordings
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
Our conversation was short and sweet;
It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 5: Bob Dylan Live 1975
Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,;
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
Thunder On The Mountain
All the tired horses in the sun;
How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
Another Side of Bob Dylan
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
Blood In My Eyes
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain
Blonde on Blonde