Bob Dylan
American folk and rock singer-songwriter, born in Duluth, Minnesota.
All I really want to do is, baby, be friends with you.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity.
Lay, lady, lay. Lay across my big, brass bed.
You go watch the geek, who immediately walks up to you when he hears you speak, and says, how does it feel to be such a freak?, and you say, impossible as he hands you a bone.
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet.
You put your eyes in your pockets and your nose on the ground.
And here I sit so patiently waiting to find out what price you have to pay to get out of going through all these things twice.
You'll never know the hurt I suffer, nor the pain I rise above, and I'll never know the same about you...
Gonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow
She might think that I've forgotten her don't tell her it isn't so.
May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. May your song always be sung, May you stay forever young.
My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost. He's always off somewhere when I need him most.
Far between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll,
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing.
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds,
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing.
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight,
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight,
An’ for each an’ ev’ry underdog soldier in the night,
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Your lover who just walked out the door, has taken all his blankets from your floor.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
Love is so simple, to quote a phrase; you've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.
Money doesn't talk, it swears.
Obscenity, who really cares? Propaganda all is phony.
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy in the instance that I preached
My existence led by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow.
If she's passing back this way I'm not that hard to find
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.