There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
Listen to Desolation Row
Biograph
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war
The Essential Bob Dylan
When The Deal Goes Down
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
John Wesley Harding
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
time is running backwards
New Morning
When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
Where black is the color, where none is the number
Blood on the Tracks
Tangled Up In Blue
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
Oh Mercy
Things Have Changed
They say ev'rything can be replaced
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I’ll Go Mine)
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
Must Be Santa
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.; Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
The Best of the Original Mono Recordings
Series Of Dreams
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,; Overturn these tables.; This place don't make sense to me no more.
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14 Deluxe Edition
Jokerman
They used to grow food in Kansas; Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.; I can see the day coming when even your home garden; Is gonna be against the law.
Infidels
Little Drummer Boy
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
Saved
Thunder On The Mountain
The night is pitch black, come an' make my; Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs
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Go melt back into the night, babe,; Everything inside is made of stone.; There's nothing in here moving, An' anyway I'm not alone.
Good as I Been to You
Blood In My Eyes
Everybody's wearing a disguise; To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
Shot of Love
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
Trouble No More – The Bootleg Series Vol. 13 / 1979-1981
They tell me everything is gonna be all right; But I don't know what "all right" even means
Empire Burlesque
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
Street-Legal
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
MTV Unplugged
I'll remember you; When the wind blows through the piney wood.
