Fallen Angels

When there is no more,;
You cut to the core;
Quicker than anyone I knew.

Empire Burlesque

Where black is the color, where none is the number

Planet Waves

How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?

Rough and Rowdy Ways

And every time you get this close;
It makes me want to scream

Down in the Groove

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels;
Trying to peel the moon and expose it

Dylan

Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,;
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW

I'm going back to New York City;
I do believe I've had enough

Blonde on Blonde

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

The Times They Are A-Changin’

But the magician is quicker and his game;
Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink

Self Portrait

I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized

Tempest

I'm in a cowboy band

Under the Red Sky

he not busy being born, Is busy dying

The Complete Budokan 1978

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid

She knows there's no success like failure;
And that failure's no success at all.

Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits

I'll give you more gold;
Than your apron can hold;
If you'll only let your hair hang low

Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)

Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete

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

Knocked Out Loaded

She was born in spring, but I was born too late

Hard Rain

Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,;
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,;
And all your ragin' glory.

Time out of Mind

Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?;
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.

Blood on the Tracks

Time is all I have to give

Triplicate

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold We never thought we could ever get old

The Best of Bob Dylan

It's mighty funny;
the end of time has just begun

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait

You should be made;
To wear earphones

The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964

She says, "What'll it be?";
I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"

Biograph

You can pound on the President's gate;
But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.

The Best of the Original Mono Recordings

I believe in the impossible, you know that I do

Christmas in the Heart

Insanity is smashing up against my soul;
You can say I was on anything but a roll;
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top;
What would I do with it anyway ;
Maybe take it to the pawn shop

Nashville Skyline

Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder