A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart.
Oh, the inmates and the prisoners I found they were my kind And it was there inside the bars I found my peace of mind But the jails they were too crowded Institutions overflowed So they turned me loose to walk upon Life's hurried tangled road
The truth was obscure, Too profound and too pure, To live it you had to explode
Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.
There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, so let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon.
It's east to see without lookin' too far that not much is really sacred.
Now all the criminals in their suits and ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise
I like Fidel Castro and his beard.
A song is like a dream, and you try to make it come true. They're like strange countries that you have to enter.
I was so much older then; I'm younger than that now. From the back pages
The sun's not yellow, its chicken!
People don't live or die, people just float.
A poem is a naked person.
Ain't it hard when you discover that, he wasn't really where it's at, after he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel?
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Why wait any longer for the one you love When he’s standing in front of you
Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.
The times are a-changing and if we don't we will sink like a stone.
When you think that you lost everything you find out you can always lose a little more.
When you got nothing, you got nothin' to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men and it all sounded no different to me.
America was founded on the backs of slaves.
"Tangled Up in Blue," shifts perspective several times during the song to tell a "tangled" version of [Bob] Dylan's marriage and dissolution.
If you wanted to, it would be easy to find some crappy lyrics [of Bob Dylan] from the Eighties to undermine the Nobel Prize.
"America was founded on the backs of slaves."
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