Bob Dylan
American folk and rock singer-songwriter, born in Duluth, Minnesota.
I met a white man who walked a black dog.
You can't be wise and in love at the same time.
You never turned around to see the frowns, on the jugglers and the clowns when they all did, tricks for you.
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.
We live in a political world
Where mercy walks the plank,
Life is in mirrors, death disappears
Up the steps into the nearest bank.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'.
The whole world's a bottle, And life's but a dram, When the bottle gets empty, It sure ain't worth a damn.
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins.
Up on Housing Project Hill, it's either fortune or fame. You must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door,
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Oh, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free.
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face.
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The hand made blade, the child's balloon,
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.
If there's anyone who knows, is there anyone who cares?
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
Of war and peace the truth just twist, its curfew gull it glides.
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow...that it passes through
If your memory serves you well, I was gonna confiscate your lace and wrap it up in a sailor's knot and hide it in your case.
And if I knew for sure that it was yours, it was oh so hard to tell, and you know that we shall meet again, if your memory serves you well.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse.
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose.
You're invisible now. You've got no secrets to conceal.