Bob Dylan - Highlands (Official Audio) 

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.

This is how you win a Nobel Prize, kids.

Only problem with this absolute masterpiece of art is that it is to short .❤

The exchange in the Boston restaurant must be one of the funniest things ever described in a song.

that's a great one - the waitress conversation ... i love Bob's dry wit!

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 song blew my mind 20 years ago and nothing has been the same since.

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.

I am 40 years old. This album changed my life at 13. My friends didn't get it. ....they missed out.

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

If any other artist tried this, it probably wouldn't work. Somehow Dylan can succeed here.

Only 16 minutes of this glorious groove? I feel robbed!

Always loved this song, but now that I'm his age when he recorded it, I realize I didn't love it enough.

The earthiest voice on the planet...to live outside the law you have to be honest....

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.

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💗🙏🏻

This Bob Dylan song makes me long for the Scottish highlands of my heritage. He captures the folk storytelling ballad style of the ancients. 🎶💞👍🥰

" My heart's in the Highlands" I can relate to this sort of beauty.I have a favorite spot in Harrison Mills to spent time which is up on a peak overlooking a breathtaking ridge.The spirit of a highlander is something to cherish, the old fashioned pleated kilt and the draped matching shawl fastened with an amethyst thistle brooch. Sometimes I hold gemstones and hear the buzzing sound of the majestic Celtic Stones which beckon me back to a time travel to Scotland and I ponder about a leisurely horseback ride on an Andalusian dream horse by a flowing brook and it brings me back to a sweeter time of life and the age of ballads, adventures and Scottish highland dancing. So much forgotten about "the days of yore." A treasure box of exquisite beauty spending a leisurely afternoon in the Celtic mist of a golden era feeling the blessing from above.Nothing quite rivals the rustic countryside of Scotland and the Emerald Isle.

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...

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!

Thoughts going to the Upper Peninsula, Michigan in the summer.

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.

Insanity is smashing up against my soul. Best lyrics . Ever. Lyrics for our time! Thanks Bob!! You are indeed a genius.

I could listen to dylan 27-7 So flippin relaxing to my burnett head..lol

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

Masterpiece.

BOB DYLAN IS A GENIUS

The greatest poet of our times!

I’ve loved this song since I was a teenager

Well I'm already there in my mind and that's good enough for now. Thanks so much.

I've never heard such a rare scene described in a song! It's not the non- sense at all! It's the construcion of new senses. Absolutely fantastic!

Definitively, this is the most mesmerizing version of this awesome song!

First time I am listening to this song, only because I travelled across the Highlands ❤😅🎉🎉

What a song

I really think that this is my favorite album of all time..

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

Hits my Scottish core and hails the trails of the Highlands.🎶💯🎤💞🎉🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Love you, Bob Blues! 🕊⚘🍃

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….

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□

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.

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

Lyrics: 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 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'm listening to Neil Young. I gotta turn up the sound. Someone's always yelling turn it down."...always sounds like life to me.

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.

I'm listening to NEIL YOUUUNG

Hell yes his best epic

To me this is the greatest comedy record ever made.

"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.

Dylan has been at his best from day one 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🎸👍😄😎

amazing song i love t thanks ♥♥♥

Talking to myself in a monologue...

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.

I think that this is one of Bob's best songs (Out of many) but I also think that it is just a development of "Sign Language".

Love ❤️ him named one of my kids Dylan after Bob Dylan should’ve named his twin brother Bob 😂

I do love this ride, and zounds ! What a view, so clear and bright, always with a nod and a wink

Dylan is the Dante Aligheri of our times. Or maybe Chaucer.

This song is a killer

Loaded and Playing this at full Blast on a Thursday evening!!! CUZ DYLAN!!!!

Wow, the Music takes me full in trance ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

Sounding flipping good Bob, keep on making this most brilliant music and I will continue to listen to your songs forevermore

Love you Bob. Aa imuch as I can man. As much as I can. There is a Highway...

It’s probably me , ......... but do I hear” meet me in the morning “🤔👍✌🏻

Bob if no one was around & it must have been a holiday then how was the street busy when you stepped back outside 🤪

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.

sonically - this is as close to perfect as you will ever get. poetically - this is ALSO as close to perfect as you will get. now all we need is an expanation of the meaning of this classic.

This is Dylan at his best, what a great song.

Wat a master peace

Mate e never fails ov suprise me god bless bob

Well I wish I was on some Australian mountain range, well it's 9 below zero, but I....

Love Bob so much 😭

This is without a doubt one of my favourites.

Millennials and Gen Zers: this is what your future looks like.

more than talking about the female soul but about the existence

What can you say he does it time after time. Still finding gems after 50 years.

Lovely piece. Reminds me of the Rabbie Burns line 'to see ourselves as others see us', ode To A Louse (or a waitress). Love tore me from the Scottish highlands. She's gone now, and my love for the highlands will take me back there very soon. X

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!

“The best thing for a self absorbed person? Drink lots of water.” ,dan’

“I wish crazy don’t rhyme with baby and don’t even get me started about lazy honey.” ,dan’

“Once upon a Viking ship, Hogharth was abducted by aliens, never to return on purpose.” ,dan’

super❤

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. 🎶💚

Ohh this hits me hard!

this is sublime!

Semblable

Couldn't find this on social media for ages. Thanks for sharing 😎awesome lyrics!

My late-night poker game soundtrack.

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...

I like the highlands

Pity it's too short.

Beautiful country

Vivir dentro de ésta es factible

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🎼🎼⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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“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.