People tell me it's a sinTo know and feel too much within
— Bob Dylan
People tell me it's a sinTo know and feel too much within
— Bob Dylan
People tell me it's a sinTo know and feel too much within
— Bob Dylan
look, you know i don't wanna come on ungrateful, but that warren report, you know as well as me, just didn't make it. You know, like they might as well have asked some banana salesman from des moines, who was up in toronto on the big day, if he saw anyone around looking suspicious/...
— Bob Dylan
I had no time for romance. I turned away from the window, from the wintry sun, crossed through the room, went to the stove and made and poured myself a cup of hot chocolate and then clicked on the radio
— Bob Dylan
Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don't mean.
— Bob Dylan
You're gonna have to serve somebody; well, it may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody...
— Bob Dylan
...we are singing today of the WIPE-OUT GANG - the WIPE-OUT GANG buys, owns & operates the Insanity Factory - if you do not know where the Insanity Factory is located, you should hereby take two steps to the right, paint your teeth & go to sleep....
— Bob Dylan
They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and then they make you king.
— Bob Dylan
Technology to wipe out truth is now available. Not everybody can afford it but it's available. When the cost comes down, look out!
— Bob Dylan
There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again.
— Bob Dylan
songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality. Some different republic, some liberated republic... whatever the case, it wasn't that I was anti-popular culture or anything and I had no ambition to stir things up. I just thought of mainstream culture as lame as hell and a big trick. It was like the unbroken sea of frost that lay outside the window and you had to have awkward footgear to walk with.
— Bob Dylan