Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.
Bob DylanThere's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes
Bob DylanShe never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all.
Bob DylanOpportunities may come along for you to convert something - something that exists into something that didn't yet. That might be the beginning of it.
Bob DylanI like spiritual songs. They struck me as truthful and serious. They brought me down to earth and they lifted me up all in the same moment.
Bob DylanSo 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 carpenter's 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.
Bob DylanI like the fans, but I don't feel an obligation that I have to be an example to them, like say maybe a baseball player would, or a football player or maybe some other type of musicians. I don't feel I have to really set an example that somebody else has to live up to.
Bob DylanShakespeare's last play was called The Tempest. It wasn't called just plain Tempest. The name of my record is just plain Tempest. It's two different titles.
Bob DylanI'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.
Bob DylanThere doesn't seem to be any tomorrow. Every time I wake up, no matter in what position, it's always been today.
Bob DylanPopular music had never had lyrical sophistication of this type [like Bob Dylan]; wit, to be sure, but "Darkness at the break of noon/Shadows even the silver spoon/The handmade blade, the child's balloon/Eclipses both the sun and moon/To understand you know too soon/ There is no sense in trying"? No.
Bob DylanThe hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying.
Bob DylanI've never gone for having a great voice, for cultivating one. I'm still not doing it now.
Bob DylanWith your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Who among them would try to impress you? -Bob Dylan, "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” (1966)
Bob DylanI hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.
Bob DylanI never read Freud. I've never been attracted to anything he has said, and I think he's started a lot of nonsense with psychiatry and that business. I don't think psychiatry can help or has helped anybody. I think it's a big fraud (pun not intended) on the public.
Bob DylanShadows are falling and I've been here all day/It's too hot to sleep, time is running away/Feel like my soul has turned into steel/I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal.
Bob DylanThe drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you.
Bob DylanI can picture the color of the song, or the shape of it, or who it is that I'm trying to appeal to, in the song, and what I'm trying to, almost, reinforce my feelings for. And I know that sounds sort of vague and abstract, but I've got a handle on it when I'm doing it.
Bob DylanThe only person you have to think about lying twice to is either yourself or to God. The press isn't either of them. And I just figured they're irrelevant.
Bob DylanWell, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.
Bob DylanThe real power is in the hands of small groups of people and I don't think they have titles.
Bob DylanUp north, you could find these radio stations with no name on the dials that played pre-rock 'n' roll things - country blues. We would hear Slim Harpo or Lightnin' Slim and gospel groups, the Dixie Hummingbirds, the Five Blind Boys of Alabama. I was so far north, I didn't even know where Alabama was.
Bob DylanI'm good with songs I haven't written, if I like them. I'm glad I didn't write any of them. I already know how they go, so I have more freedom with them. I understand these songs. I've known them for 40 years, 50 years, maybe longer, and they make a lot of sense. So I'm not coming to them like a stranger.
Bob DylanSeven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm.
Bob DylanCrimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
Bob Dylan