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Lyrics, 1962-1985 QUOTES

Lyrics, 1962-1985 QUOTES

1 " She's got everything she needs; she's an artist, she don't look back. "

― Bob Dylan , Lyrics, 1962-1985

2 " I wish that for just one time you could I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes... Then you'd know what a drag it is to see you. "

― Bob Dylan , Lyrics, 1962-1985

3 " There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. "

― Bob Dylan , Lyrics, 1962-1985

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

― Bob Dylan , Lyrics, 1962-1985

5 " I'm just average, common too. I'm just like him and the same as you. I'm everybody's brother and son. I'm no different than anyone."
Bob Dylan - Talking WWIII Blues "

― Bob Dylan , Lyrics, 1962-1985

6 " And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall "

― Bob Dylan , Lyrics, 1962-1985

7 " With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, and your magazine-husband who one day just had to go. And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show - who among them do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole, with your holy medallion which your fingertips fold. And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul - oh, who among them do you think could destroy you? "

― Bob Dylan , Lyrics, 1962-1985

8 " In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales for the disrobed faceless forms of no position. Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts - all down in taken-for-granted situations. Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute, and the mistreated mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute, for the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an' cheated by pursuit. And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. "

― Bob Dylan , Lyrics, 1962-1985