Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
The Times They Are A-Changin’
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
The Essential Bob Dylan
Louise, she's all right, she's just near; She's delicate and seems like the mirror; But she just makes it all too concise and too clear; That Johanna's not here
The Original Mono Recordings
When I met you, baby,; You didn't show no visible scars.
Dylan & The Dead
My love she speaks like silence
Good as I Been to You
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
New Morning
You can make me cry; Never say goodbye
Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)
Whatever you gonna do,; Please do it fast.
Tempest
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,; That we could sit simply in that room again.
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,; Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
Self Portrait
The walls of pride are high and wide; Can't see over to the other side; It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay; It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away
The Bootleg Series Vol. 17: Fragments – Time Out of Mind Sessions (1996–1997)
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,; For the child that cries; When innocence dies.
Bob Dylan
She says, "What'll it be?"; I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration – Deluxe Edition
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed; Dignity never been photographed
The Basement Tapes
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
Shot of Love
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.
Triplicate
I want to thank You, Lord,; I just want to thank You, Lord,; Thank You, Lord.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW
All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
Street-Legal
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand; In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Nashville Skyline
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease; Until He returns?
Empire Burlesque
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Best of The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966
Cities on fire, phones out of order
The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun; Would treat a father so,; To wait upon him hand and foot; And always tell him, "No"?
Dylan
Yesterday everything was going too fast; Today, it's moving too slow
