Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylanis an American singer-songwriter, artist and writer. He has been influential in popular music and culture for more than five decades. Much of his most celebrated work dates from the 1960s when his songs chronicled social unrest, although Dylan repudiated suggestions from journalists that he was a spokesman for his generation. Nevertheless, early songs such as "Blowin' in the Wind" and "The Times They Are a-Changin'" became anthems for the American civil rights and anti-war movements. After he left...
ProfessionFolk Singer
Date of Birth24 May 1941
CityDuluth, MN
The sun's not yellow, its chicken!
I failed to communicate, that's why I chose to leave
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
It's like my whole life never happened, When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought. I know this dream, it might be crazy, But it's the only one I've got.
Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke
...in this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinking...
I'll remember you. When I've forgotten all the rest.You to me were true. You to me were the best.
You swore you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realise He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say, do you want to make a deal How does it feel
How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?
I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.
You hear a lot about God these days: God, the beneficent; God, the all-great; God, the Almighty; God, the most powerful; God, the giver of life; God, the creator of death. I mean, we're hearing about God all the time, so we better learn how to deal with it. But if we know anything about God, God is arbitrary.
Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.
Dead man, dead man When will you arise? Cobwebs in your mind Dust upon your eyes