Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Another Side of Bob Dylan
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
Saved
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
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.
Tempest
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
Shadow Kingdom
That long black cloud is comin' down
Good as I Been to You
How long can I stay in this nowhere café
The Basement Tapes
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
Blood on the Tracks
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,; Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
New Morning
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
Modern Times
Run your fingers down my spine; Bring me a touch of bliss
The Best of Bob Dylan
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
Under the Red Sky
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
Biograph
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW
At the corrida we'll sit in the shade; And watch the young torero stand alone.; We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed; When they rode with Villa into Torreon.
Street-Legal
Now the rainman gave me two cures,; Then he said, "Jump right in."; The one was Texas medicine,; The other was just railroad gin.
Fallen Angels
Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
Dylan
No knife could ever cut our love apart
Nashville Skyline
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
The Bootleg Series Vol. 17: Fragments – Time Out of Mind Sessions (1996–1997)
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
Blonde on Blonde
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
Triplicate
All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies
Dylan
People ask about you; I didn't tell them everything I knew
Before the Flood
Saw you drift into infinity and come back again
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
The Essential Bob Dylan
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14 Deluxe Edition
Everybody's wearing a disguise; To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Best of The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966
Never could learn to drink that blood; And call it wine
