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Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Highlands

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Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Highlands




Well, my heart's in the highlands, gentle and fairHoney suckle bloomin' in the wildwood airBluebells blazin' where the Aberdeen waters flowWell, my heart's in the highlands, I'm gonna go there whenI feel good enough to go.Windows were shakin' all night in my dreams( )Everything was exactly the way that it seemsWoke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old pageSame old rat race, life in the same old cage.I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't that much to takeWouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fakeFeel like a prisoner in a world of mysteryI wish someone would come and push back the clock for me.Well, my heart's in the highlands, wherever I roamThat's where I'll be when I get called homeThe wind it whispers to the buck-eyed trees of rhymeWell, 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 soundSomeone's always yellin', "Turn him down"Feel like I'm driftin', driftin' from scene to sceneI'm wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean.Insanity is smashin' up against my soulYou could say I was on anything but a rollIf I had a conscience, well I just might blow my topWhat would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop.My heart's in the highlands at the break of dawnBy the beautiful lake of the black swanBig white clouds like chariots that swing down lowWell, my heart's in the highlands, only place left to go.I'm in Boston town, in some restaurantI got no idea what I wantOr maybe I do but, I'm just really not sureWaitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her.Well, it must be a holiday, there's nobody aroundShe studies me closely as I sit downShe got a pretty face, with long white shiny legsI said, "Tell me what I want," she say, "You probably want hard boiled eggs."I say, "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 then, she says, "I'm right here in front of you, orhaven't you looked?"I say, "All right, I know but I don't have my drawing 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 earShe says, "All right now go ahead, draw me, I'm stayin' right here."I make a few lines and I show it for her to seeWell, she takes her napkin and throws it back and says, "Thatdon't look a thing like me."I said, "Oh, kind Miss, it most certainly does."She say, "You must be jokin'," I say, "I wish I was."Then she says, "You don't read women authors do ya?" at leastthat's what I think I hear her sayWell, I said, "How would you know and what would it matter anyway?"Well she says, "You just don't seem like you do." I said,"You're way wrong."She says "Which ones have you read then?" I say, "I've readErica Jong."She goes away for a minute and I slide out, out of my chairI step outside back to the busy street but nobody is goin' anywhere.Well, my heart's in the highlands with the horses and houndsWay up in the border country far from the townsWith the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bowMy heart's in the highlands, I can't see any other way to go.Every day is the same thing, out the doorFeel further away than ever beforeSome things in life it just gets too late to learnWell, I'm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns.I see people in the park forgettin' their troubles and woesThey're drinkin' and dancin', wearin' bright colored clothesAll the young men, with the young women lookin' so goodWell, I'd trade places with any of 'em in a minute, if I could.I'm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dogTalkin' to myself in a monologueI think what I need might be a full length leather coatSomebody just asked me if I've registered to vote.The sun is beginnin' to shine on meBut it's not like the sun that used to beThe party's over and there's less and less to sayI got new eyes, everything looks far away.Well, my heart's in the highlands at the break of dayOver the hills and far awayThere's a way to get there and I'll figure it out somehowWell, I'm already there in my mind, and that's good enough for now.




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