It was then that I got up to leave; But she said, "Don't forget,; Everybody must give something back; For something they get."
Bob Dylan
Go 'way from my window,; Leave at your own chosen speed.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
it is not he or she or them or it; That you belong to.
The Best of the Original Mono Recordings
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind; You could have done better but I don't mind; You just kinda wasted my precious time
The Bootleg Series, Vol 5: Bob Dylan Live 1975
Seen the arrow on the doorpost; Saying, "This land is condemned; All the way from New Orleans; To Jerusalem."
The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs
Some things are too hot to touch; The human mind can only stand so much
Greatest Hits Volume 3
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love; Where you and I will unite
Triplicate
Some things last longer than you think they will; There are some kind of things you can never kill
Shadow Kingdom
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
Modern Times
Have I surrendered to the will of God; Or am I still acting like the boss?
Blonde on Blonde
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand; In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Down in the Groove
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously; But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
Bob Dylan at Budokan
I got nothing left to burn
The Basement Tapes
What was it you wanted; When you were kissing my check?
Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home
I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
Fallen Angels
I'm T-boned and punctured; But I'm known to be calm
Together Through Life
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense; I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
Tempest
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',; But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
Under the Red Sky
Junk is piling up, taking up space
The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Shot of Love
You cast your spell and I went under,; I find it so difficult to leave.
MTV Unplugged
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
The Essential Bob Dylan
My love she speaks like silence
Good as I Been to You
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
Empire Burlesque
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Dylan
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
