My five year old daughter died of brain cancer in 1998. She was treated in Boston, and my wife stayed with her the entire time. I drove 300 miles to and from there every weekend. Time out of Mind kept my company during those sad trips. And Dylan has eclipsed himself since then.
You made me cry buddy. Thank you. One of the most comforting albums ever. Today's life in a nutshell. Fantabulous! Hope you and your wife are fine. Rock'n Roll ❤
Went to see my mum in hospital hours before she passed away. Played 'Oh Mercy' as I drove. Bob sang : 'She gone with the man in the Long Black Coat'. No wonder some songs stay with you forever.
To me that whole scene is Bob Dylan gone meta. Every line of that seems inspired by 100's if not thousands of actual conversations with actual fans and actual critics. People find all manner of meaning in Dylan's lyrics that make Dylan himself cringe. Here he is confronting those "meanings" showing it doesn't end well. And if you've ever spent time in Boston, you KNOW what it's like to look at a busy street, with nobody's going anywhere. I sometimes wish I could see the drawing, and yet perhaps it is better to imagine.
or it is a prophetic message about the inability of the "church" to show the population who God is. what Jesus did. that is my take. Bob just does not sing silly shit like all the crap on the popular culture now.
Sure, funniest, but also Dickensian- Bleak and capitol sad too- I mean, two people that could not be on a more divided wavelength, no matter how they might try to reconcile themselves to each other. They are accidentally meeting there, just to see how far they can never try to bridge the gap- one star going one way, one the other. It’s just such sheer beauty and description of the human condition - “we’re all just wondering,in the world, what it could possibly mean…” some things in life…. He just is endlessly beautiful here within this lament and dirge, and folk tune..
@@jamesbradshaw3389 i heard some dumb producer asked Bob if he had a shorter version of this song... Bob's reply "that was the short version." don't know if it's true but i love it.
Bob Dylan became my best friend, when I was in a physically abusive relationship. I escaped with him into his magical verses and his hauntingly LOVELY voice. Thank you, Bob, you were always my go to , and honestly helped me to wriggle free from a monster. Xoxoxxo
I'm the same age, and my dad played this album nonstop in the house. Clearly remember my parents chuckling over the lyrics in this song, and listening along intently. Tempus fugit.
Jill I,m 70, when I was about 8 my sister would sneak to the village to those coffee shops and poet reading tea houses, to see this guy and a whole list of other young people, I would go back to the car and sleep,I didn,t like the long hair, sandles, you know all the kool people.I was too young,I am so luckey, Richie havens, Joan Biaz. Neil Young, they all were right there pass,n the hat................If you get the chance see him live, see history
@@amandaf1042 i have no idea what it is about this song but i feel the same way. i always come back to it.... what did you guys think of the version on Fragments? i heard mixed reviews but personally i loved it.... The bass groove is rockin'...
Exactly! My Heart's in the Highlands Robert Burns poem (1789) My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North The birthpace of valour, the country of worth Wherever I wander, wherever I rove The hills of the Highlands forever I love Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow Farewell to the straths and green valleys below Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer Chasing the wild deer and following the roe My heart's in the Highlands Wherever I go
This album is incredibly great! I can't say enough of how amazing it is. As a Dylan fan for the majority of my life ( kinda old ), this album is among his top 5 greatest albums. Masterpiece, like alot of his albums.
Nobody else can sing and write such interesting song about 16 Min with only 2 accords, that blues is a masterpiece , full self reflections, great humor, that dream-highland must wait, because Bob´s work is never done.
@@wickedmessenger1 you're right three : D C G and may be a little E too ( for me sounds like two most of the time), but I want to say , it is unbelievable to sing and play such a song.You have to think it's gonna drive me crazy, to disease conceit " or something else..but it doesen't ..it's a masterpiece..for sure.( sorry for the inaccuracies)..
@@corneliakapelinski Actually it's a typical 1-4-5 progression in E (so, E-A-B). Listening to Dylan's work in this period I'm say about 1/3 of his songs are 1-4-5's (as he's much more about lyrics than the music).
My man you may have it right, I don,t know, but out of Dylans mouth he said that Smokey Robinson was the the grates Poet that he ever heard, what do you think, as for me, man 50/50 is as close as I can get. There a new kid on the block Shawn Mc Gwin or Mc Gowan, anyway he,s suppose to be pretty.
Let's hope that the unabridged version of this song has been recorded and will be released someday. I would really enjoy listening to at least 10 minutes more of this...
It's fascinating how he takes the concept of Robert Burns's poem and merges it with his own feelings, creating a completely new one. Love the hat tip to Neil Young too! God bless you, Bob💗🙏🏻
Me too. I love it. Front to back. Bob Dylan knows how to tell a story. Past and present. Good lord, we are all dinosaurs by now! But Bob Dylan has been a part of my life from day one. That’s something. ❤
This song keeps me warm and cozy, I identify with the existential anxieties and keep them at bay with his tempo and lyrical candor. Lifelessness explained and with a smile.
I’ve listened to tons of tunes , as have you all, and this effort by Bob is an overlooked classic gem of magnificence; we are so lucky to stride this planet alongside his story….
In Cody Wyoming, I feel like this song is my life , I know I was there in 1800s . And in many ways Cody Wyoming is the highlands enough for me. But someday may see my heritage of Scotland.
basically this song is about a quarrell with a waitress in Boston that instead of serving him dinner wants him to draw her picture. And he dreams about the highlands where waitresses bring you food without all this bickering. Brilliant
Me too. Hands down. Or up? Whatever. It is a gorgeous album. A top, favorite of all time favorite album. And that’s not to discount the classic Bob Dylan. But this album has the tortured and the sexy. And i love it.
I'm listening to this exquisite song again and thinking about it. The first time I've heard it my attention had just one focus: the scene described of the dialogue between a man and a woman in some restaurant. Now, "every day is the same day" became a question of time X space. It is pure and high Philosophy I'll have to think much more about this song reading the lyrics.
"Windows were shaking all night in my dreams" may be one of the best lines Dylan ever wrote. Scratch that, it may be one of the better lines anyone's ever set to music.
the music does not matter, even if it is hypnotic, nor the voice, which can only be Bob's pebble one, but the words of this song / poem (which looks so much like a Hopper painting with the restaurant waitress) are excellent, they belong to a real poet, the kind you read in anthologies of literature. Very good Bob Dylan.
A simply brilliant track beautifully produced. One of these days I am going to put all my favourite Dylan tracks together but I’m afraid on playback it will kill me: audio overdose.
The sun is beginning to shine on me But it’s not like the sun that used to be The party’s over and there’s less and less to say I got new eyes Everything looks far away Well, my heart’s in the Highlands at the break of day Over the hills and far away There’s a way to get there and I’ll figure it out somehow But I’m already there in my mind And that’s good enough for now
It took a little while until found a connection to that epic song,but then it became one of my favorites,you know the magic of listening,or to say it in the words of King Solomo,everything under the sky has his [its?] time..Time Out_of_ Mind~Yes□
Mi corazón está en las tierras altas en el descanso del día. Sobre las colinas y más allá. Hay una manera de llegar allí y me la imagino. Pero yo estoy ahí en mi mente y eso es suficiente bueno por ahora. 🎶💚
Cette chanson me fascine depuis des années... Cette fausse simplicité de forme, avec ces paroles hyper poétiques, ce rythme lancinant, cette adresse à Neil Young et Erica Jong...et cette conversation un tantinet paternaliste qu'on imaginerait presque dans le Twin Peaks de Lynch.... Tout me hante là-dedans... Some things in life, It just gets too late to learn... I'm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog, talking to myself in a monologue... Je ne sais pas pourquoi (ou je ne le sais que trop!) ces phrases me poursuivent et se sont imprégnées si durablement...
. Cette fausse simplicité de forme, .ton commentaire exprime aussi le sentiment que je ressens à l'écoute de cette chanson hypnotique et aliénante. Les Highlands ne sont qu'un prétexte. c'est de la poésie. Bob bien-aimé
Bene, il mio cuore è nelle Highlands, gentile e giusto. Il caprifoglio sboccia nell'aria selvaggia. Campanule splendono dove scorrono le acque di Aberdeen. Bene, il mio il mio cuore è nelle Highlands, andrò lì quando mi sentirò abbastanza bene per andarci.
Well my heart's in The Highlands, gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air Bluebells blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow Well my heart's in The Highlands I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go Windows were shaking all night in my dreams Everything was exactly the way that it seems Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page Same old rat race, life in the same old cage I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone'd come and push back the clock for me Well my heart's in The Highlands wherever I roam That's where I'll be when I get called home The wind it whispers to the buckeye trees of rhyme Well, my heart's in The Highlands I can only get there one step at a time I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound Someone's always yellin' "Turn it down" Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all possibly mean Insanity is smashin' up against my soul You could say I was on anything but a roll If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop? My heart's in The Highlands at the break of dawn By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low Well my heart's in The Highlands, only place left to go I'm in Boston town in some restaurant I got no idea what I want Or maybe I do but I'm just really not sure Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around She studies me closely as I sit down She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs I said "Tell me what I want" She say "You probably want hard boiled eggs" I said "That's right, bring me some" She says "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come" 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" Well she's there, she says "I'm right here in front of you Or haven't you looked?" I say "All right, I know but I don't have my drawin' book" She gives me a napkin, she say "You can do it on that" I say "Yes I could but I don't know where my pencil is at" She pulls one out from behind her ear She says "Alright now go ahead draw me I'm stayin' right here" I make a few lines and I show it for her to see Well she takes the napkin and throws it back and says "That don't look a thing like me" I said "Oh kind miss, it most certainly does" She say "You must be joking", I said "I wish I was" She says "You don't read women authors do ya?" At least that's what I think I hear her say Well I say "How would you know, and what would it matter anyway?" Well she says "Ya just don't seem like ya do" I said "You're way wrong" She says "Which ones have you read then?", I say "Read Erica Jong" She goes away for a minute, and I slide out, out of my chair I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's goin' anywhere Well my heart's in The Highlands with the horses and hounds Way up in the border country far from the towns With the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow My heart's in The Highlands, can't see any other way to go Every day is the same thing, out the door Feel further away than ever before Some things in life it just gets too late to learn Well I'm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns I see people in the park, forgettin' their troubles and woes They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored clothes All the young men with the young women lookin' so good Well, I'd trade places with any of 'em, in a minute if I could I'm crossin' the street to get away from a mangy dog Talkin' to myself in a monologue I think what I need might be a full-length leather coat Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to vote The sun is beginnin' to shine on me But it's not like the sun that used to be The party's over and there's less and less to say I got new eyes, everything looks far away Well my heart's in The Highlands at the break of day Over the hills and far away There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good enough for now
This song is both poetry and it has such a beautiful hypnotic effect. Like a storybook. It takes you in. There is a highlands in my life. And the feeling is like I’m just having an espresso with Bob Dylan. And he’s telling me things. It’s intimate and beautiful.
I'm right there with you Bob. Pretty tired of Earth and all the stupid waitresses myself. Next one I have to talk to, I'm going to draw a picture of her, on a napkin and leave it for her. 😉❤️
Well my heart's in The Highlands, gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air Bluebells blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow Well my heart's in The Highlands I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go Windows were shaking all night in my dreams Everything was exactly the way that it seems Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page Same old rat race, life in the same old cage I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone'd come and push back the clock for me Well my heart's in The Highlands wherever I roam That's where I'll be when I get called home The wind it whispers to the buckeye trees of rhyme Well, my heart's in The Highlands I can only get there one step at a time I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound Someone's always yellin' "Turn it down" Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all possibly mean Insanity is smashin' up against my soul You could say I was on anything but a roll If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop? My heart's in The Highlands at the break of dawn By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low Well my heart's in The Highlands, only place left to go I'm in Boston town in some restaurant I got no idea what I want Or maybe I do but I'm just really not sure Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around She studies me closely as I sit down She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs I said "Tell me what I want" She says "You probably want hard boiled eggs" I said "That's right, bring me some" She says "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come" 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" Well she's there, she says "I'm right here in front of you Or haven't you looked?" I say "All right, I know but I don't have my drawin' book" She gives me a napkin, she say "You can do it on that" I say "Yes I could but I don't know where my pencil is at" She pulls one out from behind her ear She says "Alright now go ahead draw me I'm stayin' right here" I make a few lines and I show it for her to see Well she takes the napkin and throws it back and says "That don't look a thing like me" I said "Oh kind miss, it most certainly does" She says "You must be joking", I said "I wish I was" She says "You don't read women authors do ya?" At least that's what I think I hear her say Well I say "How would you know, and what would it matter anyway?" Well she says "Ya just don't seem like ya do" I said "You're way wrong" She says "Which ones have you read then?", I say "Read Erica Jong" She goes away for a minute, and I slide out, out of my chair I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's goin' anywhere Well my heart's in The Highlands with the horses and hounds Way up in the border country far from the towns With the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow My heart's in The Highlands, can't see any other way to go Every day is the same thing, out the door Feel further away than ever before Some things in life it just gets too late to learn Well I'm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns I see people in the park, forgettin' their troubles and woes They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored clothes All the young men with the young women lookin' so good Well, I'd trade places with any of 'em, in a minute if I could I'm crossin' the street to get away from a mangy dog Talkin' to myself in a monologue I think what I need might be a full-length leather coat Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to vote The sun is beginnin' to shine on me But it's not like the sun that used to be The party's over and there's less and less to say I got new eyes, everything looks far away Well my heart's in The Highlands at the break of day Over the hills and far away There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good enough for now
A song that makes a good partner to this is Clapton and Dylan's "Sigh Language". Written by Bob. A great little song about a very ordinary experience. ("While I'm eating a sandwich in a small cafe at a quarter to three"") The album is called 'No reason to cry' and features The Band on every track.
My five year old daughter died of brain cancer in 1998. She was treated in Boston, and my wife stayed with her the entire time. I drove 300 miles to and from there every weekend. Time out of Mind kept my company during those sad trips. And Dylan has eclipsed himself since then.
You made me cry buddy. Thank you. One of the most comforting albums ever. Today's life in a nutshell. Fantabulous! Hope you and your wife are fine. Rock'n Roll ❤
Thank you, but my wife of forty years died prematurely in August, leaving me only with my 35-year-old autistic son. “Life is sad, life is a bust.”
Went to see my mum in hospital hours before she passed away.
Played 'Oh Mercy' as I drove.
Bob sang : 'She gone with the man in the Long Black Coat'.
No wonder some songs stay with you forever.
No words can express my sorrow for you and your wife.
X
The exchange in the Boston restaurant must be one of the funniest things ever described in a song.
part of what makes it so funny is how long it goes on for...
@@themoonsevilsister1561 Yeah, I wonder whether this scene is even longer (and funnier?) in the unabridged 27-min version of 'Highlands'...
To me that whole scene is Bob Dylan gone meta. Every line of that seems inspired by 100's if not thousands of actual conversations with actual fans and actual critics. People find all manner of meaning in Dylan's lyrics that make Dylan himself cringe. Here he is confronting those "meanings" showing it doesn't end well. And if you've ever spent time in Boston, you KNOW what it's like to look at a busy street, with nobody's going anywhere. I sometimes wish I could see the drawing, and yet perhaps it is better to imagine.
or it is a prophetic message about the inability of the "church" to show the population who God is. what Jesus did. that is my take. Bob just does not sing silly shit like all the crap on the popular culture now.
Sure, funniest, but also Dickensian- Bleak and capitol sad too- I mean, two people that could not be on a more divided wavelength, no matter how they might try to reconcile themselves to each other. They are accidentally meeting there, just to see how far they can never try to bridge the gap- one star going one way, one the other. It’s just such sheer beauty and description of the human condition - “we’re all just wondering,in the world, what it could possibly mean…” some things in life…. He just is endlessly beautiful here within this lament and dirge, and folk tune..
Only problem with this absolute masterpiece of art is that it is to short .❤
you and me have got the same very strong complaint, come on Bob, more and more of your music
@@jamesbradshaw3389 i heard some dumb producer asked Bob if he had a shorter version of this song...
Bob's reply "that was the short version."
don't know if it's true but i love it.
hihi... great ❣️✔️
@@joeyjojoe9459got a 16min version
If any youngster asks you what you mean when you say that some singers have "IT"...
...play them this.
This is "IT".@@joeyjojoe9459
This is how you win a Nobel Prize, kids.
Bob Dylan became my best friend, when I was in a physically abusive relationship. I escaped with him into his magical verses and his hauntingly LOVELY voice. Thank you, Bob, you were always my go to , and honestly helped me to wriggle free from a monster. Xoxoxxo
This is the most beautiful comment!
You say 'Let's talk about it..." I'll listen to you and share with you, jenni
Most people never understand his voice is his music aswell 😂
@@gylliae 😪♥️
I am 40 years old. This album changed my life at 13. My friends didn't get it. ....they missed out.
I'm the same age, and my dad played this album nonstop in the house. Clearly remember my parents chuckling over the lyrics in this song, and listening along intently. Tempus fugit.
Jill I,m 70, when I was about 8 my sister would sneak to the village to those coffee shops and poet reading tea houses, to see this guy and a whole list of other young people, I would go back to the car and sleep,I didn,t like the long hair, sandles, you know all the kool people.I was too young,I am so luckey, Richie havens, Joan Biaz. Neil Young, they all were right there pass,n the hat................If you get the chance see him live, see history
You must have been 15 or 16, actually.
I am a lot older born soon after JV day....I didn't miss out...bought the album after hearing "ain't dark yet"
Ma'm, I listened to Jokerman when I was 19. Can you understand MY pain. lol
This song blew my mind 20 years ago and nothing has been the same since.
Me too. Never been the same since. ❤
@@amandaf1042 i have no idea what it is about this song but i feel the same way. i always come back to it....
what did you guys think of the version on Fragments?
i heard mixed reviews but personally i loved it....
The bass groove is rockin'...
Sounds good to me.
This Bob Dylan song makes me long for the Scottish highlands of my heritage. He captures the folk storytelling ballad style of the ancients. 🎶💞👍🥰
Exactly!
My Heart's in the Highlands
Robert Burns poem (1789)
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer
A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North
The birthpace of valour, the country of worth
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove
The hills of the Highlands forever I love
Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer
Chasing the wild deer and following the roe
My heart's in the Highlands
Wherever I go
Cool stuff Sharon 🏴 best wishes from South Wales 🏴 👍
@@nicomarzuk love this. ❤
@@amandaf1042 🙌🏻💜
Sipping on some peaty single malt scotch from the highlands just because its Bob
The greatest poet of our times!
Bob and Bill.
This album is incredibly great! I can't say enough of how amazing it is. As a Dylan fan for the majority of my life ( kinda old ), this album is among his top 5 greatest albums. Masterpiece, like alot of his albums.
BOB DYLAN IS A GENIUS
this we all agree
Nobody else can sing and write such interesting song about 16 Min with only 2 accords, that blues is a masterpiece , full self reflections, great humor, that dream-highland must wait, because Bob´s work is never done.
It's three chords--a regular blues progression.
@@wickedmessenger1 you're right three : D C G and may be a little E too ( for me sounds like two most of the time), but I want to say , it is unbelievable to sing and play such a song.You have to think it's gonna drive me crazy, to disease conceit " or something else..but it doesen't ..it's a masterpiece..for sure.( sorry for the inaccuracies)..
@@corneliakapelinski Actually it's a typical 1-4-5 progression in E (so, E-A-B). Listening to Dylan's work in this period I'm say about 1/3 of his songs are 1-4-5's (as he's much more about lyrics than the music).
@@emanuelmota7217 Yes I will.thank xou
My man you may have it right, I don,t know, but out of Dylans mouth he said that Smokey Robinson was the the grates Poet that he ever heard, what do you think, as for me, man 50/50 is as close as I can get. There a new kid on the block Shawn Mc Gwin or Mc Gowan, anyway he,s suppose to be pretty.
Masterpiece.
magnum
Quantum.
Hits my Scottish core and hails the trails of the Highlands.🎶💯🎤💞🎉🏴
Always loved this song, but now that I'm his age when he recorded it, I realize I didn't love it enough.
Let's hope that the unabridged version of this song has been recorded and will be released someday. I would really enjoy listening to at least 10 minutes more of this...
lol, he can order scrambled eggs in New York from a waiter
It's fascinating how he takes the concept of Robert Burns's poem and merges it with his own feelings, creating a completely new one. Love the hat tip to Neil Young too! God bless you, Bob💗🙏🏻
If only Neil Young did had not made a complete fool of himself with that Rogan Spotify stupidity.
Bob has had God's blessings from the very start, Bob of the special messenger and adviser by Gods approval
Great comment
Just found that out maself class 🏴
There's Hopper's 'Nighthawks' in here, too, don't you think?
Insanity is smashing up against my soul. Best lyrics . Ever. Lyrics for our time! Thanks Bob!! You are indeed a genius.
Hello dear, it’s nice meeting you on here
I’ve loved this song since I was a teenager
Home is heaven and bob’s not ready to die… he needs hard boil eggs but he late!
Definitively, this is the most mesmerizing version of this awesome song!
Hello dear, it’s nice meeting you on here
that's a great one - the waitress conversation ... i love Bob's dry wit!
I could listen to dylan 27-7
So flippin relaxing to my burnett head..lol
Hello dear, it’s nice meeting you on here
Love you, Bob Blues! 🕊⚘🍃
Hello Dear, it’s nice meeting you on here
If any other artist tried this, it probably wouldn't work. Somehow Dylan can succeed here.
Stream of consciousness surreal and he pulls it off. If I wrote this I would’ve thrown it out. But he’s got the verve and the nerve. Bravo Bob
What can you say he does it time after time. Still finding gems after 50 years.
Dylan has been at his best from day one 🏴🎸👍😄😎
Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good enough for now. Thanks so much.
Hello dear, it’s nice meeting you on here
I really think that this is my favorite album of all time..
Me too. I love it. Front to back. Bob Dylan knows how to tell a story. Past and present. Good lord, we are all dinosaurs by now! But Bob Dylan has been a part of my life from day one. That’s something. ❤
This song keeps me warm and cozy, I identify with the existential anxieties and keep them at bay with his tempo and lyrical candor. Lifelessness explained and with a smile.
I’ve listened to tons of tunes , as have you all, and this effort by Bob is an overlooked classic gem of magnificence; we are so lucky to stride this planet alongside his story….
When I first heard this tune, it stopped me in my tracks…
Have you heard Browndsvill girl?
il Girl?
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It is wonderful
Such a great paraphrasing " talking blues" into a suggesitive rythmic flow, "Tell me? is it wrong or too late to ask for a dance?
In Cody Wyoming, I feel like this song is my life , I know I was there in 1800s . And in many ways Cody Wyoming is the highlands enough for me. But someday may see my heritage of Scotland.
Only 16 minutes of this glorious groove? I feel robbed!
I hear you tom.
Loaded and Playing this at full Blast on a Thursday evening!!! CUZ DYLAN!!!!
basically this song is about a quarrell with a waitress in Boston that instead of serving him dinner wants him to draw her picture. And he dreams about the highlands where waitresses bring you food without all this bickering. Brilliant
I took it another way, he dreams of a place where women are not a pain in the ass!
@@yianpap6093 😁
And she could be a real blonde or fake.
Love Bob so much 😭
First time I am listening to this song, only because I travelled across the Highlands ❤😅🎉🎉
Hell yes his best epic
right there with Sad Eyed Lady, Joey, and Brownsville Girl.
Thoughts going to the Upper Peninsula, Michigan in the summer.
Hello dear, it’s nice meeting you on here
I do love this ride, and zounds ! What a view, so clear and bright, always with a nod and a wink
Sounding flipping good Bob, keep on making this most brilliant music and I will continue to listen to your songs forevermore
Me too. Hands down. Or up? Whatever. It is a gorgeous album. A top, favorite of all time favorite album. And that’s not to discount the classic Bob Dylan. But this album has the tortured and the sexy. And i love it.
@@amandaf1042 I just cannot disagree with what you say because it is true
amazing song i love t thanks ♥♥♥
I'm listening to this exquisite song again and thinking about it. The first time I've heard it my attention had just one focus: the scene described of the dialogue between a man and a woman in some restaurant.
Now, "every day is the same day" became a question of time X space.
It is pure and high Philosophy
I'll have to think much more about this song reading the lyrics.
Wow, the Music takes me full in trance ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Windows were shaking all night in my dreams" may be one of the best lines Dylan ever wrote. Scratch that, it may be one of the better lines anyone's ever set to music.
This is without a doubt one of my favourites.
the music does not matter, even if it is hypnotic, nor the voice, which can only be Bob's pebble one, but the words of this song / poem (which looks so much like a Hopper painting with the restaurant waitress) are excellent, they belong to a real poet, the kind you read in anthologies of literature. Very good Bob Dylan.
Agree. It is a Hopper painting. Very excellent analogy.
To me this is the greatest comedy record ever made.
Any chance you're still around to explain?
Saw the two Highlands performances in Y2K - Santa Cruz (comp ticket from the band) and Glasgow.
I can't help it if I'm lucky!
I take it, you didn't win with the lucky Lottery ticket you bought while feeling lucky!
Wilbury?
This song is a killer
Wat a master peace
A simply brilliant track beautifully produced. One of these days I am going to put all my favourite Dylan tracks together but I’m afraid on playback it will kill me: audio overdose.
This song is Bob's tribute to the Highland's of Scotland, my land & ye, my heart is in the Highland's & so is Bob's.
"I'm listening to Neil Young. I gotta turn up the sound. Someone's always yelling turn it down."...always sounds like life to me.
this is sublime!
The sun is beginning to shine on me
But it’s not like the sun that used to be
The party’s over and there’s less and less to say
I got new eyes
Everything looks far away
Well, my heart’s in the Highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
There’s a way to get there and I’ll figure it out somehow
But I’m already there in my mind
And that’s good enough for now
Mate e never fails ov suprise me god bless bob
he did this in a similar way with positively 4t street in the 60's, in that there is no chorus or bridge, just a loop, if you will. so cool.
Love ❤️ him named one of my kids Dylan after Bob Dylan should’ve named his twin brother Bob 😂
Hello Dear, it’s nice meeting you on here.
nobody was named Dylan until Dylan changed his name to Dylan (except Dylan Thomas) and now it is one of the most chosen boys names!
It took a little while until found a connection to that epic song,but then it became one of my favorites,you know the magic of listening,or to say it in the words of King Solomo,everything under the sky has his [its?] time..Time Out_of_ Mind~Yes□
Couldn't find this on social media for ages. Thanks for sharing 😎awesome lyrics!
Beautiful country
Talking to myself in a monologue...
Ohh this hits me hard!
Bet you can't describe exactly why.
It is because...
You are a Bobcat.
Looking for this song like crazy
I had the CD
Just didn't know
The title
O m g what a song
To late to learn
Registre to vote
Hello dear, it’s nice meeting you on here
more than talking about the female soul but about the existence
Love you Bob. Aa imuch as I can man. As much as I can.
There is a Highway...
My late-night poker game soundtrack.
Dylan is the Dante Aligheri of our times.
Or maybe Chaucer.
It’s probably me , ......... but do I hear” meet me in the morning “🤔👍✌🏻
I like the highlands
super❤
Hello dear, it’s nice meeting you on here
Millennials and Gen Zers: this is what your future looks like.
Semblable
“The best thing for a self absorbed person? Drink lots of water.”
,dan’
Bob if no one was around & it must have been a holiday then how was the street busy when you stepped back outside 🤪
“Once upon a Viking ship, Hogharth was abducted by aliens, never to return on purpose.”
,dan’
Mi corazón está en las tierras altas en el descanso del día. Sobre las colinas y más allá. Hay una manera de llegar allí y me la imagino. Pero yo estoy ahí en mi mente y eso es suficiente bueno por ahora. 🎶💚
Cette chanson me fascine depuis des années... Cette fausse simplicité de forme, avec ces paroles hyper poétiques, ce rythme lancinant, cette adresse à Neil Young et Erica Jong...et cette conversation un tantinet paternaliste qu'on imaginerait presque dans le Twin Peaks de Lynch.... Tout me hante là-dedans...
Some things in life, It just gets too late to learn... I'm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog, talking to myself in a monologue...
Je ne sais pas pourquoi (ou je ne le sais que trop!) ces phrases me poursuivent et se sont imprégnées si durablement...
. Cette fausse simplicité de forme, .ton commentaire exprime aussi le sentiment que je ressens à l'écoute de cette chanson hypnotique et aliénante. Les Highlands ne sont qu'un prétexte. c'est de la poésie. Bob bien-aimé
😊❤️❤️❤️
“I wish crazy don’t rhyme with baby and don’t even get me started about lazy honey.”
,dan’
Bene, il mio cuore è nelle Highlands, gentile e giusto.
Il caprifoglio sboccia nell'aria selvaggia.
Campanule splendono dove scorrono le acque di Aberdeen.
Bene, il mio il mio cuore è nelle Highlands, andrò lì quando mi sentirò abbastanza bene per andarci.
Well I wish I was on some Australian mountain range, well it's 9 below zero, but I....
Pity it's too short.
Well my heart's in The Highlands, gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
Bluebells blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart's in The Highlands
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go
Windows were shaking all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page
Same old rat race, life in the same old cage
I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to take
Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
I wish someone'd come and push back the clock for me
Well my heart's in The Highlands wherever I roam
That's where I'll be when I get called home
The wind it whispers to the buckeye trees of rhyme
Well, my heart's in The Highlands
I can only get there one step at a time
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone's always yellin' "Turn it down"
Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene
I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all possibly mean
Insanity is smashin' up against my soul
You could say I was on anything but a roll
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top
What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop?
My heart's in The Highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low
Well my heart's in The Highlands, only place left to go
I'm in Boston town in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Or maybe I do but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her
Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs
I said "Tell me what I want"
She say "You probably want hard boiled eggs"
I said "That's right, bring me some"
She says "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come"
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"
Well she's there, she says "I'm right here in front of you
Or haven't you looked?"
I say "All right, I know but I don't have my drawin' book"
She gives me a napkin, she say "You can do it on that"
I say "Yes I could but I don't know where my pencil is at"
She pulls one out from behind her ear
She says "Alright now go ahead draw me I'm stayin' right here"
I make a few lines and I show it for her to see
Well she takes the napkin and throws it back and says
"That don't look a thing like me"
I said "Oh kind miss, it most certainly does"
She say "You must be joking", I said "I wish I was"
She says "You don't read women authors do ya?"
At least that's what I think I hear her say
Well I say "How would you know, and what would it matter anyway?"
Well she says "Ya just don't seem like ya do"
I said "You're way wrong"
She says "Which ones have you read then?", I say "Read Erica Jong"
She goes away for a minute, and I slide out, out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's goin' anywhere
Well my heart's in The Highlands with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow
My heart's in The Highlands, can't see any other way to go
Every day is the same thing, out the door
Feel further away than ever before
Some things in life it just gets too late to learn
Well I'm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns
I see people in the park, forgettin' their troubles and woes
They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored clothes
All the young men with the young women lookin' so good
Well, I'd trade places with any of 'em, in a minute if I could
I'm crossin' the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talkin' to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full-length leather coat
Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to vote
The sun is beginnin' to shine on me
But it's not like the sun that used to be
The party's over and there's less and less to say
I got new eyes, everything looks far away
Well my heart's in The Highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow
Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good enough for now
Thankyou 🙏
This song is both poetry and it has such a beautiful hypnotic effect. Like a storybook. It takes you in. There is a highlands in my life. And the feeling is like I’m just having an espresso with Bob Dylan. And he’s telling me things. It’s intimate and beautiful.
Thanks for posting the lyrics.
🎼🎼⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Vivir dentro de ésta es factible
I suppose I will buy the Big box with all songs again
“I feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery.” Uh-huh! Anyone else? “Drifting from scene to scene”… “insanity smashing up against my soul”…Jeez!
I'm right there with you Bob.
Pretty tired of Earth and all the stupid waitresses myself.
Next one I have to talk to, I'm going to draw a picture of her, on a napkin and leave it for her.
😉❤️
Well my heart's in The Highlands, gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
Bluebells blazing where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart's in The Highlands
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go
Windows were shaking all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page
Same old rat race, life in the same old cage
I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to take
Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
I wish someone'd come and push back the clock for me
Well my heart's in The Highlands wherever I roam
That's where I'll be when I get called home
The wind it whispers to the buckeye trees of rhyme
Well, my heart's in The Highlands
I can only get there one step at a time
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone's always yellin' "Turn it down"
Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to scene
I'm wonderin' what in the devil could it all possibly mean
Insanity is smashin' up against my soul
You could say I was on anything but a roll
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top
What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop?
My heart's in The Highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low
Well my heart's in The Highlands, only place left to go
I'm in Boston town in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Or maybe I do but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her
Well it must be a holiday, there's nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs
I said "Tell me what I want"
She says "You probably want hard boiled eggs"
I said "That's right, bring me some"
She says "We ain't got any, you picked the wrong time to come"
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"
Well she's there, she says "I'm right here in front of you
Or haven't you looked?"
I say "All right, I know but I don't have my drawin' book"
She gives me a napkin, she say "You can do it on that"
I say "Yes I could but I don't know where my pencil is at"
She pulls one out from behind her ear
She says "Alright now go ahead draw me I'm stayin' right here"
I make a few lines and I show it for her to see
Well she takes the napkin and throws it back and says
"That don't look a thing like me"
I said "Oh kind miss, it most certainly does"
She says "You must be joking", I said "I wish I was"
She says "You don't read women authors do ya?"
At least that's what I think I hear her say
Well I say "How would you know, and what would it matter anyway?"
Well she says "Ya just don't seem like ya do"
I said "You're way wrong"
She says "Which ones have you read then?", I say "Read Erica Jong"
She goes away for a minute, and I slide out, out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's goin' anywhere
Well my heart's in The Highlands with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow
My heart's in The Highlands, can't see any other way to go
Every day is the same thing, out the door
Feel further away than ever before
Some things in life it just gets too late to learn
Well I'm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns
I see people in the park, forgettin' their troubles and woes
They're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored clothes
All the young men with the young women lookin' so good
Well, I'd trade places with any of 'em, in a minute if I could
I'm crossin' the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talkin' to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full-length leather coat
Somebody just asked me if I'm registered to vote
The sun is beginnin' to shine on me
But it's not like the sun that used to be
The party's over and there's less and less to say
I got new eyes, everything looks far away
Well my heart's in The Highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow
Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good enough for now
“The heart of a cowboy drowned as an Indian in a sinking canoe.”
,dan’ (…and I mean it…)
❤❤❤🎉
He missed the oul bluebells this year.
Could you possibly have a go at "Highlands"?
A song that makes a good partner to this is Clapton and Dylan's "Sigh Language".
Written by Bob.
A great little song about a very ordinary experience.
("While I'm eating a sandwich in a small cafe at a quarter to three"")
The album is called 'No reason to cry' and features The Band
on every track.
Sorry: 'SIGN Language'.
Dylan is not only an artist, but also a comedian. You just want to slap the waitress!
👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
Bobbs
Bob's best ever
I don't do sketches from memory