Lay down your weary tune, lay down,; Lay down the song you strum,; And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings; No voice can hope to hum.
Listen to Desolation Row
The Basement Tapes
Blood In My Eyes
Seen the arrow on the doorpost; Saying, "This land is condemned; All the way from New Orleans; To Jerusalem."
The Bootleg Series, Vol 5: Bob Dylan Live 1975
Little Drummer Boy
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
Infidels
Series Of Dreams
It's too bright a light, he said, "For anybody's eyes,; If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."
Highway 61 Revisited
Must Be Santa
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
Bob Dylan at Budokan
When The Deal Goes Down
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get old
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes RAW
Bob Dylan – Live at the Newport Folk Festival
Gonna sleep down in the parlor; And relive my dreams
More Blood, More Tracks – The Bootleg Series Vol. 14
Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story By Martin Scorsese | Trailer | Netflix
Premiering June 12 on Netflix!
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,; I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
Desire
Tangled Up In Blue
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
New Morning
Thunder On The Mountain
All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies
Blood on the Tracks
Jokerman
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,; That we could sit simply in that room again.
Bob Dylan in Concert: Brandeis University 1963
Beyond Here Lies Nothin’
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
The Times They Are A-Changin’
When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Oh Mercy
Things Have Changed
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
The Complete Budokan 1978
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Bob Dylan
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
Under the Red Sky
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,; Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,; With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,; Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Planet Waves
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
Street-Legal
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
