But I mean no harm nor put fault, On anyone that lives in a vault, But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Modern Times
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
Biograph
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
World Gone Wrong
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,; It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
Time out of Mind
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink; Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
John Wesley Harding
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
Oh Mercy
It's mighty funny; the end of time has just begun
Down in the Groove
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14 Deluxe Edition
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
Real Live
She's a hypnotist collector
The Bootleg Series Vol. 15: Travelin’ Thru, 1967–1969
Nobody feels any pain
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966 Deluxe Edition
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
MTV Unplugged
What good am I if I know and don't do,; I If I see and don't say, if I look right through you
Self Portrait
Nations are angry, cursed are some,; People are expecting a false peace to come.
Rough and Rowdy Ways
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
“Love and Theft”
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
Bringing It All Back Home
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,; Wiggle 'til you vomit fire
Under the Red Sky
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
The 30th Anniversary Concert Celebration
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
Empire Burlesque
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,; Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,; Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
Infidels
Let me ask you one question; Is your money that good
The Best of Bob Dylan
The treasure can't be found by men who search
The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Best of The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966
Guess it's too late to say the things to you; That you needed to hear me say.
