Infidels

Series Of Dreams

Tough Mama;
Can I blow a little smoke on you?

Listen to Desolation Row

More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14

Things Have Changed

Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease;
Until He returns?

The Bootleg Series Vol. 17: Fragments – Time Out of Mind Sessions (1996–1997)

Little Drummer Boy

People disagreeing everywhere you look,;
Makes you wanna stop and read a book.

Bob Dylan

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

time is running backwards

More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14 Deluxe Edition

Blood In My Eyes

I must be guilty of something,;
You just whisper it into my ear.

Under the Red Sky

Tangled Up In Blue

All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you

Self Portrait

Must Be Santa

The angels play on their horns all day,;
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.;
But does anyone hear the music they play,;
Does anyone even try?

Dylan

When The Deal Goes Down

Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.

Modern Times

Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival

Leaving men wholly, totally free;
To do anything they wish to do but die

Blonde on Blonde

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Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch

The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home

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

My head tells me it's time to make a change;
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.

Real Live

When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky

When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

Hard Rain

Jokerman

In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand;
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait

Thunder On The Mountain

While my conscience explodes;
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain

The Times They Are A-Changin’

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’

your pleasure knows no limits

Together Through Life

The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.

The Best of Bob Dylan

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,;
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.

World Gone Wrong

No time to suffer or blink;
And no time to think

Biograph

It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun;
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."

Knocked Out Loaded

All the people we used to know;
Are an illusion to me now

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966 Deluxe Edition