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Bob Dylan - "Highlands"
Lyrics to Highlands : Well my hearts in the Highlands gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow Well my hearts in the Highland, Im gonna go there when I feel good enough to go Windows were shakin all night in my dreams Everything was exactly the way that it seems Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page Same ol rat race Life in the same ol cage. I dont want nothing from anyone, aint that much to take Wouldnt know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone would come And push back the clock for me Well my hearts in the Highlands wherever I roam Thats where Ill be when I get called home The wind, it whispers to the buckeyed trees in rhyme Well my hearts in the Highland, I can only get there one step at a time. Im listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound Someones always yelling turn it down Feel like Im drifting Drifting from scene the scene Im wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean' Insanity is smashing up against my soul You can 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 hearts 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 hearts in the Highlands Only place left to go Im in Boston town, in some restaurant I got no idea what I want Well, maybe I do but Im just really not sure Waitress comes over Nobody in the place but me and her It must be a holiday, theres nobody around She studies me closely as I sit down She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs She says, "Whatll it be'" I say, "I dont know, you got any soft boiled eggs'" She looks at me, Says "Id bring you some but were out of m, you picked the wrong time to come" Then she says, "I know youre an artist, draw a picture of me!" I say, "I would if I could, but, I dont do sketches from memory." "Well", she says, "Im right here in front of you, or havent you looked'" I say," all right, I know, but I dont have my drawing book!" She gives me a napkin, she says, "you can do it on that" I say, "yes I could but, I dont know where my pencil is at!" She pulls one out from behind her ear She says "all right now, go ahead, draw me, Im standing right here" I make a few lines, and I show it for her to see Well she takes a napkin and throws it back And says "that dont look a thing like me!" I said, "Oh, kind miss, it most certainly does" She says, "you must be jokin." I say, "I wish I was!" Then she says, "you dont read women authors, do you'" Least thats what I think I hear her say, "Well", I say, "how would you know and what would it matter anyway'" "Well", she says, "you just dont seem like you do!" I said, "youre way wrong." She says, "which ones have you read then'" I say, "I read Erica Jong!" She goes away for a minute and I slide up out of my chair I step outside back to the busy street, but nobodys going anywhere Well my hearts 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 a snap of the bow My hearts in the Highlands Cant see any other way to go Every day is the same thing out the door Feel further away then ever before Some things in life, it gets too late to learn Well, Im lost somewhere I must have made a few bad turns I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes Theyre drinking and dancing, wearing bright colored clothes All the young men with their young women looking so good Well, Id trade places with any of them In a minute, if I could Im crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog Talking to myself in a monologue I think what I need might be a full length leather coat Somebody just asked me If I registered to vote The sun is beginning to shine on me But its not like the sun that used to be The partys over, and theres less and less to say I got new eyes Everything looks far away Well, my hearts in the Highlands at the break of day Over the hills and far away Theres a way to get there, and Ill figure it out somehow But Im already there in my mind And thats good enough for now [ Highlands Lyrics ]
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