Those are the hills of hell-fire my love; Where you and I will unite
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
Oh Mercy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
The Essential Bob Dylan
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
Blonde on Blonde
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,; For the child that cries; When innocence dies.
Hard Rain
Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
Down in the Groove
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,; Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966
You could make me cry if you don't know.
Another Side of Bob Dylan
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
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.
Shadows in the Night
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.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 9: The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts
Time out of Mind
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Good as I Been to You
Those are the hill of heaven, my love; You and I'll never know
The Best of Bob Dylan
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues; You can tell by the way she smiles
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14 Deluxe Edition
Could you ever be true?
Under the Red Sky
if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,; Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
Self Portrait
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain; Pay for your ticket and don't complain
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid
Your cracked country lips,; I still wish to kiss,; As to be under the strength of your skin.
Tempest
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
When I'm all alone; In the great unknown,; I'll remember you.
Blood on the Tracks
Too many thoughts get in the way in the day
Triplicate
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,; He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
