They can't hurt me. Sure, they can crush you and kill you. They can lay you out on 42nd and Broadway and put hoses on you and flush you in the sewers and put you on the subway and carry you out to Coney island and bury you on the Ferris wheel. But I refuse to sit here and worry about dying.
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If you try to be anyone but yourself, you will fail; if you are not true to your own heart, you will fail. Then again, there's no success like failure
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Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.
Bob DylanMots clés existence identity old-friends
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songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality. Some different republic, some liberated republic... whatever the case, it wasn't that I was anti-popular culture or anything and I had no ambition to stir things up. I just thought of mainstream culture as lame as hell and a big trick. It was like the unbroken sea of frost that lay outside the window and you had to have awkward footgear to walk with.
Bob DylanMots clés music philosophy legend pop-culture superficiality
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So now I'm going back again
I got to get her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't what they're doing with their lives
But me I'm still on the road
Heading for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in Blue.
Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount,
But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts.
Who am I helping, what am I breaking, what am I giving, what am I taking?
Bob DylanMots clés last-thoughts-on-woody-guthrie
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he’s standing in front of you
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She knows there's no success like failure, and that failure's no success at all.
Bob DylanWhile one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in.
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