Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival
if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid
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
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
Those are the hill of heaven, my love;
You and I'll never know
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965 – 1966 Deluxe Edition
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
People on the platforms;
Waiting for the trains;
I can hear their hearts a-beatin';
Like pendulums swinging on chains
If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
If you're looking for assistance, babe,;
Or if you just want some company;
Or if you just want a friend you can talk to,;
Honey, come and see about me.
She's got everything she needs,;
She's an artist, she don't look back
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
And every one of them words rang true;
And glowed like burnin' coal;
Pourin' off of every page;
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
You cast your spell and I went under,;
I find it so difficult to leave.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats;
Too noble to neglect;
Deceived me into thinking;
I had something to protect
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?;
I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game;
Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
He said his name was Columbus;
I just said, "Good luck."
The Bootleg Series, Vol 7: No Direction Home
The night passed away so quickly;
It always does when you're with me.
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,;
To see that you're madly in love.