Things Have Changed

Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch

John Wesley Harding

I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed;
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road

Together Through Life

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

Empire Burlesque

Your magnetic movements;
Still capture the minutes I'm in.

Real Live

there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden

Down in the Groove

While my conscience explodes;
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain

“Love and Theft”

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity

The Bootleg Series, Vol 8: Tell Tale Signs

You will search, babe, At any cost.;
But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?

Bob Dylan – The Rolling Thunder Revue: The 1975 Live Recordings

Was that the thunder that I heard?;
My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain

Under the Red Sky

I can smile in the face of mankind.;
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine;
Most of the time.

Shot of Love

You have explained every mystery.;
What can I do for You?

Fallen Angels

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

Highway 61 Revisited

I couldn't see what you could show me;
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid

Biograph

Insanity is smashing up against my soul;
You can say I was on anything but a roll;
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top;
What would I do with it anyway ;
Maybe take it to the pawn shop

Self Portrait

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells;
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through

The Bootleg Series, Vol 5: Bob Dylan Live 1975

Junk is piling up, taking up space

The Basement Tapes

Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more

Slow Train Coming

The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid

When you think that you lost everything;
You find out you can always lose a little more

The Original Mono Recordings

It's many a guard;
That stands around smilin',;
Holdin' his club;
Like he was a king.

Modern Times

How does it feel

Bob Dylan

Time is all I have to give