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?
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
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.
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.
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.
Have I surrendered to the will of God;
Or am I still acting like the boss?
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.
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
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
You cast your spell and I went under,;
I find it so difficult to leave.
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
I couldn't see where we were goin';
But you said you knew an' I took your word
When you think that you lost everything;
You find out you can always lose a little more
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells;
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through