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Bob Dylan Quotes - Page 6

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Here's the thing with me and the religious thing. This is the flat-out truth: I find the religiosity and philosophy in the music. I don't find it anywhere else.

Here's the thing with me and the religious thing. This is the flat-out truth: I find the religiosity and philosophy in the music. I don't find it anywhere else.

Music, Religious, Philosophy

"Dylan Revisited" by David Gates, www.newsweek.com. October 5, 1997.

Anything I can sing, I call a song. Anything I can't sing, I call a poem.

Song, I Can

Bob Dylan, Robert Santelli (2005). “The Bob Dylan scrapbook: 1956-1966”, Egully.com

Jesus tapped me on the shoulder and said, Bob, why are you resisting me? I said, I'm not resisting you! He said, You gonna follow me? I said, I've never thought about that before! He said, When you're not following me, you're resisting me.

Jesus, Bob, Follow Me

Come senators, congressmen, Please heed the call, Don't stand in the doorway, Don't block up the hall, For he that gets hurt, Will be he who has stalled, The battle outside ragin', Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, For the times they are a-changin'...

Hurt, Wall, Block

"Song: The Times They Are a-Changin'". March 8, 1965.

Don't matter how much money you got, there's only two kinds of people: there's saved people and there's lost people.

Inspirational, Two, People

There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt

Wall, Loneliness, Solitude

Bob Dylan (2014). “The Lyrics: Since 1962”, p.460, Simon and Schuster

Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

Rip, Lying, Hate

Song: My Back Pages

I just don't hear anyone else making the music I'm making in my head, so I'll have to do it myself.

In songs, you have to tell people about something they didn't see and weren't there for, and you have to do it as if you were.

Song, People, Ifs

"Bob Dylan Unleashed". Interview with Mikal Gilmore, www.rollingstone.com. September 27, 2012.

Music can save people, but it can't in the commercial way it's being used. It's just too much. It's pollution.

People, Too Much, Way

Feeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground Look over yonder to that burying ground Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down

Death, Children, Hate

Song: Fixin' To Die Blues, Album: Bob Dylan, 1962

The worth of things can't be measured by what they cost but by what the cost you to get it, that if anything costs you your faith or your family, then the price is too high, and that there are some things that will never wear out.

Cost, Ifs

Bob Dylan (2011). “Chronicles”, p.87, Simon and Schuster

It pays to know who your friends are but it also pays to know you ain't got any friends.

Friendship, Pay, Who Your Friends Are

Bob Dylan (1970). “Tarantula”

The Rolling Stones are truly the greatest rock and roll band in the world and always will be. The last too. Everything that came after them, metal, rap, punk, new wave, pop-rock, you name it... you can trace it all back to the Rolling Stones. They were the first and the last and no one's ever done it better.

Rap, Rocks, Rock And Roll

Interview with Bill Flanagan, www.telegraph.co.uk. April 13, 2009.

It is the first line that gives the inspiration and then it's like riding a bull. Either you just stick with it, or you don't.

Inspiration, Writing, Giving

Don't follow leaders.

Leader

"Subterranean Homesick Blues" (song) (1965)

I never wanted to be a prophet or a saviour. Elvis maybe

Prophet, Wanted, Saviour

The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The new order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.

Time, Past, Order

Bob Dylan (2013). “Lyrics:1962-2012”, p.104, Simon and Schuster

... we're living in a Machiavellian world, whether we like it or we don't.

Insanity, World

Bob Dylan (2007). “Dylan on Dylan: The Essential Interviews”, Hodder & Stoughton

Basically you have to suppress your own ambitions in order to be who you need to be.

Ambition, Order, Needs

"Biography / Personal Quotes". www.imdb.com.

Just because you like my stuff doesn't mean I owe you anything.

Gratitude, Appreciation, Mean

Bob Dylan (2005). “Bob Dylan: Inspirations”, p.44, Andrews McMeel Publishing

A cat's meow and cow's moo, I can recite them all.

Cat, Cows, Dense

The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.

Art, Blow, Media

Song: Restless Farewell, Album: The Times They Are A-Changin', 1964

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, poisoned in the bushes, blown out on the trail; hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn, "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya shelter from the storm."

Marriage, Giving, Storm

Song: Shelter From The Storm

My best songs were written very quickly. Just about as much time as it takes to write it down is about as long as it takes to write it...In writing songs I've learned as much from Cezanne as I have from Woody Guthrie...It's not me, it's the songs. I'm just the postman, I deliver the songs...I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a poet.

Song, Writing, Long

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