The 10 All-Time Best Bob Dylan Lyrics

About this time last year, we ran a post about lyricists who we thought were somewhat overrated. Predictably enough, including Bob Dylan in said feature set off something of a comments section firestorm, even though we were pretty clear about the fact that we didn’t think the lyricists in question were bad — just perhaps not as great as people liked to make out. Anyway, we’re not Dylan haters here, and in celebration of the arrival of his new album Tempest, which is out tomorrow, we thought we’d share our all-time favorite Dylan lyrics. Of course, this is entirely subjective, so do let us know your favorites, too.

“Hurricane,” from Desire, 1976

Key lyric: “How can the life of such a man/ Be in the palm of some fool’s hand?/ To see him obviously framed/ Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed/ To live in a land/ Where justice is a game”

Our all-time favorite Dylan song, and we’re not sure if that many people would disagree with us. It’s strident and angry without ever being overly didactic — Dylan catalogs the injustices meted out to former boxer and falsely accused murder suspect Rubin Carter in a manner that manages to be matter-of-fact while burning with outrage. Sadly, the publicity it generated wasn’t enough to help Carter — it wasn’t until 1988 that all charges against him were dropped.

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Misquoted the line from the song! It is: "They say sing while you slave and I just get bored

Misquoted the line from the song! It is: "The say sing while you slave and I just get bored

I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind You coulda done better but I don't mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don't think twice, it's all right

I stopped when it became clear that the writer thinks that most everybody's favorite Dylan is "Hurricane."

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow 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.

"All those people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now."

Chimes of Freedom ...the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting And, to borrow from Brint (and "Absolutely Sweet Marie"): to live outside the law you must be honest

"He not busy being born is busy dying" and "Money doesn't talk, it swears!"

Now the preacher looked so baffled when I asked him why he dressed with twenty pounds of headlines stapled to his chest. An' it strangled up my mind, an' now people just get uglier an' I have no sense of time. Bent out of shape with society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the whole that he's in. Who despise their jobs, their destinies, speak jealously of them that are free, cultivate their flowers to be, nothing more than something they invest in. It's never been my duty to remake the world at large, nor is it my intention to sound the battle charge. I've seen all these decoys thru a set of deep turquoise eyes and I feel so depressed. You fight for the throne and you travel alone. I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings and I've never been too impressed. In that last hour of need, we entirely agreed sacrifice was the code of the road. Every day is the same thing, out the door, feel further away than ever before, some things in life just get too late to learn, I'm lost somewhere must have made a few bad turns.

way, way too many to pick just 10? but, off the top of my head.. the ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues, you can tell by the way she smiles she doesn't have to say she's faithful, yet she's true like ice like fire 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 my clothes are wet, tight on my skin but not as tight as the corner I've painted myself in you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon and she steals your voice and leaves you howling at the moon you always say people don't do what they believe in, they do what's convenient and then they repent God said to Abraham kill me a son, Abe said man you must be putting me on.... got a crazing love for blazing speed, got a hopped up Mustang Ford, jump in to the wagon love, throw your panties over board I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame and every time I pass that way I always hear my name

Well, George Lewis told the Englishman, the Italian and the Jew “You can’t open your mind, boys To every conceivable point of view” They got Charles Darwin trapped out there on Highway Five Judge says to the High Sheriff, “I want him dead or alive Either one, I don’t care” High water everywhere The Cuckoo is a pretty bird, she warbles as she flies I’m preachin’ the Word of God I’m puttin’ out your eyes I asked Fat Nancy for somethin' to eat, she said, “Take it off the shelf— As great as you are a man You’ll never be greater than yourself” I told her I didn’t really care High water everywhere I’m gettin’ up in the morning—I believe I’ll dust my broom Keeping away from the women I’m givin’ ’em lots of room Thunder rolling over Clarkesdale, everything is looking blue I just can’t be happy, love Unless you’re happy too It’s bad out there High water everywhere

Seems a lot of illiterate.... deeply dumb downed dudes - really like fumbling-bumbling Bob?

"My patron saint is fighting with a ghost / He's always off somewhere when I need him most"

Every line in "Its alright Ma, i'm only Bleeding", is a contender.

{I hurt easy, I just don't show it You can hurt someone and not even know it The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity Gonna get lowdown, gonna fly high All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie I'm in love with a woman that don't even appeal to me} {may you build a ladder to the stars, and climb on every rung} {Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word "NOW" And you say, "For what reason?" And he says, "How?" And you say, "What does this mean?" And he screams back, "You're a cow Give me some milk Or else go home"} {She's a hypnotist collector, You are a walking antique} {then she says "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me" I said "I would if I could but I don't do sketches from memory"}

I've always thought that Warren Zevon was the dark reflection of Dylan. Not dark yet is like Dylan reaching out and touching the mirror.

the peddler now speaks to the countess/ who's pretendin to care for HIM saying name me someone who's not a parasite/ and i'll go out and say a prayer for HIM but like louise always says "ya can't look at much/ can you man/ as she herself prepare for HIM/ and madonna she still has not SHOWED we see this empty cage now EXPLODE the fiddler/ he now steps to the ROAD he written everythings been returned that was OWED/on the back of the fishtruck that LOADS while my conscince EXPLODES the harmonicas play the keys and the RAIN and those visions of johanna are now all that REMAIN the way he can rhyme every line still amazes me since 1962 until today!

Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy I could stay with you forever and never realize the time

"Both were so glad To watch me destroy what I had Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn’t it?"; "I’m a stranger here and no one sees me"; "Well, God is in His heaven And we all want what’s His But power and greed and corruptible seed Seem to be all that there is I’m gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell"; "I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I’ll watch while you’re lowered Down to your deathbed And I’ll stand o’er your grave ’Til I’m sure that you’re dead"; AND You are right Kathleen, add another 200 or so. . . . .

"Your debutante knows what you need, but I know what you want." "In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm, "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." "I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would’ve stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone That man whom with his fingers cheats And who lies with ev’ry breath Who passionately hates his life And likewise, fears his death" And another 200 or so...

"To live outside the law, you must be honest"