Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
John Wesley Harding
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
Together Through Life
Whatever you wanted; Slipped out of my mind
The Bootleg Series Vol. 17: Fragments – Time Out of Mind Sessions (1996–1997)
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
The Times They Are A-Changin’
The night is pitch black, come an' make my; Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966 Deluxe Edition
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,; I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,; And all your ragin' glory.
Real Live
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Highway 61 Revisited
And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me; And I do not really need to be; Assured that love is just a four-letter word
Dylan & The Dead
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
Blonde on Blonde
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
The Basement Tapes
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,; For the child that cries; When innocence dies.
Rough and Rowdy Ways
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies; I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
The Best of Bob Dylan
You'd better do somethin' quick; She's your lover now.
Before the Flood
Everybody's doin' something,; I heard it in a dream,; But when there's too much of nothing,; It just makes a fella mean.
MTV Unplugged
I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much; Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation; There are no words that need to be said
Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)
God is in heaven; And we all want what's his; But power and greed and corruptible seed; Seem to be all that there is
Tempest
And you, you took me in,; You loved me then; You didn't waste time.
Bob Dylan
Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl,; No more booby traps and bombs,; No more decadence and charm,; No more affection that's misplaced, girl
Blood on the Tracks
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"; He said, "You're not Him"
Under the Red Sky
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II
You cast your spell and I went under,; I find it so difficult to leave.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete
Guess it's too late to say the things to you; That you needed to hear me say.
Self Portrait
Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
Another Side of Bob Dylan
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
Good as I Been to You
We're idiots, babe.; It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
