Most of the time; I can't even be sure; If she was ever with me; Or if I was with her.
Shot of Love
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,; Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Volume II
She's a hypnotist collector
Bob Dylan at Budokan
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 1-3: Rare & Unreleased 1961-1991
It ain't my cup of meat.
Dylan
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
New Morning
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
I'm already there in my mind; And that's good enough for now
“Love and Theft”
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
Modern Times
I got nothing left to burn
The Best of Bob Dylan
She says, "What'll it be?"; I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
Hard Rain
One of these days and it won't be long; Going down in the valley and sing my song; I will sing it loud and sing it strong; Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
Springtime in New York: The Bootleg Series, Vol. 16 (1980-1985)
I could say that I'd be faithful, I could say it in one sweet, easy breath; But to you that would be cruelty and to me it surely would be death.
Dylan
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?
Tempest
Your temperature's too hot for taming
The Bootleg Series Vol. 15: Travelin’ Thru, 1967–1969
They don't want me around; 'Cause I believe in you.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
How does it feel
The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home
Well, I try my best; To be just like I am,; But everybody wants you; To be just like them.
Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
Time out of Mind
Can't you make any sound?
Shadow Kingdom
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
Under the Red Sky
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
Triplicate
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
Slow Train Coming
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
The Bootleg Series, Vol 9: The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man; like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
Shadows in the Night
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,; See like me or be like me.
Knocked Out Loaded
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun; "I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."
Desire
When I met you, baby,; You didn't show no visible scars.
Your loyalty is not to me; But to the stars above
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
