| I'm looking for a woman who's head is mixed up like mine. |
Bob Dylan, |
Mixed Up Confusion |
| My love, she speaks like silence without ideals or violence. |
Bob Dylan, |
Love Minus Zero |
| She can play my guitar note for note, she likes to stick her tongue down my throat. |
Bob Dylan, |
She's My Baby |
| She speaks with a stutter and she and she walks with a hop. I don't know why I love her, but I just can't stop. |
Bob Dylan, |
Ugliest Girl In The World |
| The woman I love she got a prize fighter nose, cauliflower ears and a run in her hose. |
Bob Dylan, |
Ugliest Girl In The World |
| One was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin, and like a fool I mixed them. |
Bob Dylan, |
Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again |
| Ain't nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit. |
Bob Dylan, |
Disease Of Conceit |
| I thought that he was righteous, but he's vain. Oh, somethings a telling me I wear the ball and chain. |
Bob Dylan, |
Abandoned Love |
| You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns when they all came down and did tricks for you. |
Bob Dylan, |
Like A Rolling Stone |
| It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out. |
Bob Dylan, |
T.V. Talkin' Song |
| Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame. I never did see no fire that could put out a flame. |
Bob Dylan, |
Ain't No Man Righteous |
| Every man's conscience is vile and depraved. You cannot depend on it to be your guide, when it's you who must keep it satisfied. |
Bob Dylan, |
Man In The Long Black Coat |
| Good intentions can be evil, both hands are full of grease. You know, sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace. |
Bob Dylan, |
Man Of Peace |
| He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill. |
Bob Dylan, |
Licensed To Ill |
| I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail, and deceit. And I've served time for everything, cept beggin on the street. |
Bob Dylan, |
I Am A Lonesome Hobo |
| Shedding off one more layer of skin, keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within. |
Bob Dylan, |
Jokerman |
| When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. |
Bob Dylan, |
Shelter From The Storm |
| Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves. |
Bob Dylan, |
Band Of The Hand |
| I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road. |
Bob Dylan, |
Dirge |
| I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me. |
Bob Dylan, |
Idiot Wind |
| I make my stand and remain as I am, and bid farewell and not give a damn. |
Bob Dylan, |
Restless Farewell |
| Since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line. |
Bob Dylan, |
Restless Fairwell |
| They asked me for some collateral and I pulled down my pants. |
Bob Dylan, |
Bob Dylan's 115th Dream |
| You five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads, I got a real gal I'm loving and Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead. |
Bob Dylan, |
Bob Dylan's Blues |
| Gonna change my way of thinking, make my self a different set of rules. Gonna put my good foot forward and stop being influenced by fools. |
Bob Dylan, |
Gonna Change My Way Of Thinking |