11 Bob Dylan Quotes and Lyrics With Bob Dylan Photographs

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“I can identify with other people and situations, but I tend not to. I would rather recall things from my own life, and I don’t have to force myself. . . . Just being in certain environments triggers a response in my brain, a certain feeling I want to articulate. For some reason, I am attracted to self-destruction. I know that personal sacrifice has a great deal to do with how we live or don’t live our lives.” 

― Bob Dylan


And if you don’t underestimate me, I won’t underestimate you.


When are you gonna wake up and strengthened the things that remain


Sweet Goddess, born of a blinding light and a changing wind, don’t be modest – you know who you are and where you’ve been


All the merry little elves can go hang themselves 

My faith is as cold as can be 

I’m stacked high to the roof, and I’m not without proof 

If you don’t believe me, come see.

You think i’m blue I think so too 

In my words you’ll find no guile 

The game’s gotten old The deck’s gone cold 

And i’m gonna have to put you down for a while 

The game’s gotten old The deck’s gone cold 

I’m gonna have to put you down for a while

-Bob Dylan, “Huck’s Tune


Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?

We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it

And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ you to defy it

Lights flicker from the opposite loft

In this room the heat pipes just cough

The country music station plays soft

But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off

Just Louise and her lover so entwined

And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind


abe said where d’you want this killin done / God said out on highway 61



There’s a black Mercedes rollin’ through the combat zone 

Your servants are half dead; you’re down to the bone

Tell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrown

Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?



Passion rules the arrow that flies


Lay down the song you strum,

And rest yourself ‘neath the strength of strings

No voice can hope to hum



People are going to say, ‘Well, it’s not very truthful.’ But a songwriter doesn’t care about what’s truthful. What he cares about is what should’ve happened, what could’ve happened. That’s its own kind of truth. It’s like people who read Shakespeare plays, but they never see a Shakespeare play. I think they just use his name




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