Bob Dylan
American folk and rock singer-songwriter, born in Duluth, Minnesota.
But to live outside the law, you must be honest.
"The stage is the only place where I'm happy." But this has its own sadnesses, like so much love. He is the one person who has to be at a Dylan concert and the one person who can't go to a Dylan concert.
Oh, the tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies.
But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned!
The ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
I like to do just like the rest,
I like my sugar sweet, but guarding fumes and making haste,
it ain't my cup of meat.
It frightens me the awful truth of how sweet life can be.
"Come in", she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Reporter: How many people who labor in the same musical vineyard in which you toil - how many are protest singers? That is, people who use their music, and use the songs to protest the, uh, social state in which we live today: the matter of war, the matter of crime, or whatever it might be.
Bob Dylan: Um...how many?
Reporter: Yes. How many?
Bob Dylan: Uh, I think there's about, uh...136.
Reporter: You say about 136, or you mean exactly 136?
Bob Dylan: Uh, it's either 136 or 142.
Wheels on fire, rolling down the road, best notify my next of kin, this wheel shall explode!
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole down upon your knees.
I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned slowly into autumn.
Sometimes Satan, comes as a man of peace.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.
Keep a good head and always carry a light bulb.
Do you take me for such a fool to think I'd make contact with one that tries to hide what he don't know to begin with.
The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key, somebody had to unlock your heart, he said it was up to me.
Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea?