What did Bob Dylan mean by: You can have your youth It’ll rot before your eyes - Bob Dylan Musician · USA Copy
+ There’s no liquor in the land that can stop your brain from bleedin Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bob Dylan, Brain, Land, Liquor, 0 - Bob Dylan Musician · USA
+ What looks large from a distance, close up ain’t never that big. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bob Dylan, Distance, 0 - Bob Dylan Musician · USA
+ Whatever colors you have in your mind, I’ll show them to you and you’ll see them shine. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bob Dylan, Color, Mind, Shining, 0 - Bob Dylan Musician · USA
+ I’ve been sitting down studying the Art of Love. I think it will fit me like a glove. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bob Dylan, Art, 0 - Bob Dylan Musician · USA
+ Satan will give you a little taste, then he’ll move in with rapid speed. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bob Dylan, 0 - Bob Dylan Musician · USA
+ The best songs are the songs you write that you don’t know anything about. They’re an escape. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bob Dylan, Writing, 0 - Bob Dylan Musician · USA
+ Lord knows I’ve paid my dues getting through, tangled up in blue. Feraz Zeid, December 28, 2023January 10, 2024, Bob Dylan, Sad, Tangled, 0 - Bob Dylan Musician · USA
+ Don’t forget to support your public library. Feraz Zeid, November 2, 2023December 26, 2023, Bob Dylan, Forget, Library, Support, 0 - Bob Dylan Musician · USA
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
There was a time when the young of many clans joined together to make new clans. - Jean M. Auel Author
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
