Bob Dylan
American folk and rock singer-songwriter, born in Duluth, Minnesota.
Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him.
The road out would be treacherous, and I didn’t know where it would lead but I followed it anyway. It was a strange world ahead that would unfold, a thunderhead of a world with jagged lightning edges. Many got it wrong and never did get it right. I went straight into it. It was wide open. One thing for sure, not only was it not run by God, but it wasn’t run by the devil either.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Your debutante knows what you need, but I know what you want.
How does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?
Goodbye is too good a word, girl
So I'll just say fare thee well.
I put one on the turntable and when the needle dropped, I was stunned — didn't know whether I was stoned or straight.
He's a pinboy. He also wears suspenders. He's a real person. You know him, but not by that name... I saw him come into the room one night and he looked like a camel. He proceeded to put his eyes in his pocket. I asked this guy who he was and he said, "That's Mr. Jones." Then I asked this cat, "Doesn't he do anything but put his eyes in his pocket?" And he told me, "He puts his nose on the ground." It's all there, it's a true story.
Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died?
Here comes the story of The Hurricane, the man the authorities came to blame for something that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he coulda been the champion of the world.
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through...
I'd throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea, for they are mistakes of a past history.
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world.
All the money you made will never buy back your soul.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet.
For man has invented his doom, the first step was touching the moon.
People are crazy and times are strange
I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range,
I used to care, but things have changed.
Man is opposed to fair play, he wants it all, he wants it his way.
Whatever colors you have in your mind. I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.
They'll kick you when you're up and knock you when you're down.