| As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree, and the locusts sang off in the distance. |
Bob Dylan, |
Day Of The Locusts |
| Don't criticize what you can't understand. |
Bob Dylan, |
The Times They Are A-Changing |
| My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect. |
Bob Dylan, |
My Back Pages |
| Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street. |
Bob Dylan, |
Like A Rolling Stone |
| People tell me it's a sin, to know and feel too much within. |
Bob Dylan, |
Simple Twist Of Fate |
| They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in, sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks. |
Bob Dylan, |
Foot Of Pride |
| Your mind is a your temple, keep it beautiful and free. Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see. |
Bob Dylan, |
TV Talkin' Time |
| He hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime. He asks you with a grin, if you're having a good time. |
Bob Dylan, |
Maggies Farm |
| Her profession's her religion, her sin is lifelessness. |
Bob Dylan, |
Desolation Row |
| It's sundown on the Union and what's made in the USA, sure was a good idea, until greed got in the way. |
Bob Dylan, |
Union Sundown |
| Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety, you fight for the throne and you travel alone. |
Bob Dylan, |
No Time To Think |
| They said, congratulations you got what it takes. They sent him back to the rat race without any brakes. |
Bob Dylan, |
Clean Cut Kid |
| Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift. |
Bob Dylan, |
Subterranean Homesick Blues |
| A noble truth is a sacred creed. |
Bob Dylan, |
Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum |
| I'm one too many mornings, and a thousand miles behind. |
Bob Dylan, |
One Too Many Mornings |
| On the cliffs of your wild cat charms I'm riding. |
Bob Dylan, |
Spanish Harlem Incident |
| Reality has always had too many heads. |
Bob Dylan, |
Cold Irons Bound |
| The executioner's face is always well hidden. |
Bob Dylan, |
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall |
| The man in the coon skin cap in the pig pen wants eleven dollar bills, you've only got ten. |
Bob Dylan, |
Subterranean Homesick Blues |
| The times they are a-changing. |
Bob Dylan, |
The Times They Are A-Changin' |
| There's no success like failure, and failure's no success at all. |
Bob Dylan, |
Love Minus Zero (No Limit) |
| When the deeds that you do don't add up to zero. |
Bob Dylan, |
Trouble In Mind |
| Where black is the color and none is the number. |
Bob Dylan, |
A Hard Rain Is Gonna Fall |
| I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children. |
Bob Dylan, |
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall |
| The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls. |
Bob Dylan, |
The Times They Are A-Changin' |