Favourite Bob Dylan Lyrics


Inside the museums infinity goes up on trial / Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after awhile.”
Visions of Johanna 

With his body guards and silver cane and every hair in place / He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste / But his body guard and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts.”
Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts 

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth / Blowing down the backroads headin’ south / Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth / You’re an idiot, babe /  It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe.”
Idiot Wind 

Well I try my best to be just like I am  / But everybody wants you to be just like them / They say sing while you slave and I just get bored.”
Maggie’s Farm 

And if my thought dreams could be seen / They’d probably put my head on a guillotine.”
It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) 

Now God is in his heaven / And we all want what’s his  / But power and greed and corruptible seed  / Seems to be all that there is.”
Blind Willie McTell 

In the dime stores and bus stations / People talk of situations / Read books, repeat quotations / Draw conclusions on the wall / Some speak of the future / My love she speaks softly  / She knows there’s no success like failure / And that failure’s no success at all.”
Love Minus Zero 

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free / Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands / With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves / Let me forget about today until tomorrow.”
Mr Tambourine Man 

The kingdoms of Experience / In the precious wind they rot  / While paupers change possessions / Each one wishing for what the other has got  / And the princess and the prince / Discuss what’s real and what is not / It doesn’t matter inside the Gates of Eden.”
Gates of Eden 

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes / And just for that one moment, I could be you / Yes, I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes / You’d know what a drag it is to see you.”
Positively Fourth Street 

A self-ordained professor’s tongue too serious to fool / Spouted out that liberty / Is just equality in school / “Equality,” I spoke the word / As if a wedding vow  / Ah, but I was so much older then / I’m younger than that now.”

My Back Pages 

All along the watchtower / Princes kept the view / While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too / Outside in the cold distance  / A wildcat did growl / Two riders were approaching  / And the wind began to howl.”
All Along the Watchtower 

Gentlemen, he said I don’t need your organisation / I’ve shined your shoes /  I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards  / But Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination / Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.”
The Changing of the Guards 

Preacher was talking there’s a sermon he gave / He said every man’s conscience is vile and depraved / You cannot depend on it to be your guide  / When it’s you who must keep it satisfied.”
The Man in the Long Black Coat 

So now I’m going back again  / I got to get her somehow All the people we used to know  / They’re an illusion to me now / Some are mathematicians some are carpenters’ wives  / Don’t know how it all got started  / I don’t what they’re doing with their lives  / But me I’m still on the road  / Heading for another joint  / We always did feel the same / We just saw it from a different point of view / Tangled up in Blue.”

Tangled Up in Blue 

So the moral of this story, the moral of this song / Is simply that one should never be where oen does not belong / So when you see your neighbour carryin’ somethin’  / Help him with his load
And don’t go mistaking Paradise  / For that home across the road.”
The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest 

But to live outside the law, you must be honest.”
Absolutely Sweet Marie 

You’re a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds  / Manipulator of crowds, you’re a dream twister  / You’re going to Sodom and Gomorrah / But what do you care ? Ain’t nobody there would want marry your sister  / Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame  / You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.”

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit  / He spoke to me, I took his flute  / No, I wasn’t very cute to him – Was I ? /  But I did though because he lied  / Because he took you for a ride  / And because time was on his side / And because I ..”
I Want You 

Ah, but you who philosophise disgrace and criticize all fears / Bury the rag deep in your face / For now’s the time for your tears.”

The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll 

It’s a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray / A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet / He’ll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat / Take the motherless children off the street / And place them at the feet of a harlot”


Except of course, the little neighbor boy / Who carried him to rest / And he just walked along alone/ With his guilt so well concealed / And muttered underneath his breath / “Nothing is revealed”.”

The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind / Down the foggy ruins of time / Far past the frozen leaves / The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach / Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow / Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky, with one hand waving free / Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands /  With all memory and fate, driven deep beneath the waves / Let me forget about today until tomorrow.”

Mr Tambourine Man 


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