Self Portrait

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I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.

New Morning

Oh it's rush hour now;
On the wheel and the plow;
And the sun is going down;
Upon the sacred cow.

The Basement Tapes

Never could learn to drink that blood;
And call it wine

More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14

Won't you come with me, baby?;
I'll take you where you wanna go.;
And if it don't work out, You'll be the first to know

Slow Train Coming

We grew up together;
From the cradle to the grave;
We died and were reborn;
And then mysteriously saved.

Knocked Out Loaded

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 sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

Together Through Life

she's true, like ice, like fire


If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966 Deluxe Edition

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

Empire Burlesque

I must be guilty of something,;
You just whisper it into my ear.

World Gone Wrong

People ask about you;
I didn't tell them everything I knew

“Love and Theft”

I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind;
You could have done better but I don't mind;
You just kinda wasted my precious time

Dylan & The Dead

Some things last longer than you think they will;
There are some kind of things you can never kill

Real Live

Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk;
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.;
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?;
You looked a little burned out, my friend,;
I thought it might be up to me.


Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats;
Too noble to neglect;
Deceived me into thinking;
I had something to protect

Bringing It All Back Home

When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke

The Bootleg Series, Vol 5: Bob Dylan Live 1975

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales

The Bootleg Series, Vol 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964

So long, New York.;
Howdy, East Orange.

Blood on the Tracks

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.

Trouble No More – The Bootleg Series Vol. 13 / 1979-1981

Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign