World Gone Wrong

I'm T-boned and punctured;
But I'm known to be calm

The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs

Nations are angry, cursed are some,;
People are expecting a false peace to come.

The Bootleg Series, Vol 1-3: Rare & Unreleased 1961-1991

Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously;
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.

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

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?

Christmas in the Heart

People tell me it's a sin;
To know and feel too much within.


I just want you to know;
I can see through your masks


don't criticize;
what you can't understand.

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

Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.;
Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.

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

Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.;
I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.

Shadows in the Night

Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?

The Bootleg Series, Vol 9: The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964

She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.

Dylan & The Dead

We pointed out the way to go;
And scratched your name in sand,;
Though you just thought it was nothing more;
Than a place for you to stand.

Slow Train Coming

Have I surrendered to the will of God;
Or am I still acting like the boss?

Modern Times

Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

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

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

Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963

The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,;
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.

Bob Dylan

Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

Together Through Life

Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?;
If you can read my mind, why must I speak?


When the last rays of daylight go down;
Buddy, you'll roll no more;
I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard;
I wonder who they're ringing for

Fallen Angels

You cast your spell and I went under,;
I find it so difficult to leave.

Down in the Groove

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


The sun's not yellow it's chicken

Blonde on Blonde

I couldn't see where we were goin';
But you said you knew an' I took your word

Planet Waves

When you think that you lost everything;
You find out you can always lose a little more

Bob Dylan at Budokan

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells;
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through