Spotify popped this into my playlist. Thank you Spotify! An incredible song. Beautiful voice, great backing band - so good. I've listened to it 30 times in the last few days.
Tell me - were there ever more & better & musicians together, giving their heart and best for ONE celestial lady Voice :-> Great applaus for the gu..err... person that brought these people together. So.. please Sinéad ... pls do come back on stage!
I can't understand why this video isn't getting comments! I'd imagine if Bob Dylan saw it (and I guess it's possible that he has) his jaw would drop to his bellybutton and he would call his agent and say, 'Why haven't you gotten this singer, Sinead Lohan, to support me on tour?" Of course, he is now so old that he probably isn't going on tour any more. Just selling his books, stamped (not personally signed) with his autograph, for $600 a pop, the greedy scoundrel. I mean, how much more money does he need now that he's in his eighties? He will never spend his billions in his remaining lifetime. Why not just give the books away to whomever wants one? Congrats, Sinead, an extraordinarily brilliant rendition of one of Dylan's more difficult to sing compositions.
I can't understand why so-called folkheroes like Springsteen, Dylan live like kings in palaces. How can you have faith in their ethical messages and lyrics and their jolly working class attitude and ideas? I LOVE their music, but I simply can't understand their greed.
Wow. I really love this professional cover of Bob Dylan' "To Ramona ", which is one of my favourite Dylan songs. Didn't know this lady singing with such a melodic melancholic voice, until I remembered a Dylan concert from 2o12 in Bad Mergentheim, found my footage of that song and others and uploaded it. RUclips then led me to your video and Snead Lohan. What a wonderful discovery. Is she still performing?
"Just what future the Designer of the universe has provided for the souls of men I do not know, I cannot prove. But I find that the whole order of Nature confirms my confidence that, if it is not like our noblest hopes and dreams, it will transcend them.🎶🍃💫🌅💫🍃🎶 ~Henry Norris Russell♾️🩵♾️
Ramona, come closer Shut softly your watery eyes The pangs of your sadness Will pass as your senses will rise For the flowers of the city Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes And there's no use in tryin' To deal with the dyin' Though I cannot explain that in lines Your cracked country lips I still wish to kiss As to be under the strength of your skin Your magnetic movements Still capture the minutes I'm in But it grieves my heart, love To see you tryin' to be a part of A world that just don't exist It's all just a dream, babe A vacuum, a scheme, babe That sucks you into feelin' like this I can see that your head Has been twisted and fed With worthless foam from the mouth I can tell you are torn Between stayin' and returnin' Back to the South You've been fooled into thinking That the finishin' end is at hand Yet there's no one to beat you No one t' defeat you 'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad I've heard you say many times That you're better than no one And no one is better than you If you really believe that You know you have Nothing to win and nothing to lose From fixtures and forces and friends Your sorrow does stem That hype you and type you Making you feel That you gotta be exactly like them I'd forever talk to you But soon my words Would turn into a meaningless ring For deep in my heart I know there is no help I can bring Everything passes Everything changes Just do what you think you should do And someday maybe Who knows, baby I'll come and be cryin' to you
“🍄”As I stepped beyond the threshold, I entered another world-like Dorothy walking into Oz. A slight breeze swirled the leaves and branches and blossoms of the garden, brushing the skin on my arms. Soft air and clear light caressed my face. Just then, the music stopped. It took me a moment to realize that the music in my head was actually in my iPod and the iPod must have run out of power. I took out the ear buds and a far more fantastic music flooded in, leaves rustling, birds chirping, insects buzzing, the distant shoosh of tires on the road invisible behind the trees. I sat at the wrought-iron table and put my feet up. The crystalline light astonished me. The air, neither hot nor cold, was invigoratingly dry. I felt energy radiating from my body into the air, mingling with the radiations emanating from all the life surrounding me. I scanned the back yard. The ornamental grasses had begun to shoot out golden tufts; the crepe myrtle, hydrangea, stone crop, petunias and geraniums all had covered themselves in blossoms. Figs grew large and heavy on the fig tree, which exploded tropically in one corner of the yard, and fat red tomatoes swelled on the still leafing vines in another. Tendrils of Virginia creeper and wild grape dripped from the pines across the back fence, persimmons hung from the persimmon tree like Christmas ornaments. I had seen all this the previous morning, and many other mornings before that. But now I had stepped into a page from an illuminated fairy tale. Just as that thought entered my mind, three large yellow butterflies appeared, flitting in spirals around me. I laughed aloud: I was in Oz after all🌄… …I can’t think of any other way to put this but to say the sky opened, and grace poured down all around me. Light itself had transformed into a palpable substance, spilling down as if from a fountain. But it was more than light. It was blessings of every kind, goodness incarnate, flowing inexhaustible and immutable from above. I didn’t say to myself, “What is this?” I didn’t guess. I knew, I saw, I was in the presence of God. This wasn’t a God with whom I could have a conversation, at least not two-way. I think I said, or shouted, “Ok, I am DEFINITELY not an atheist,” but God was mute, or rather, I understood, or perceived, that the only response God would ever make was the boundless bounty of beauty cascading over me. After the shock and awe, my first thought was that this gift absurdly overmatched anything I could possibly have deserved. I thought, and said aloud, “Why me?” Instantly, that seemed too pleased with myself. I could just look at this phenomenon that confronted me, this Niagara Falls of beauty pouring down, and know that I hadn’t been “chosen.” I was no one special. This was just what God was, a permanent condition that somehow had remained invisible to me until this moment..” reset.me/story/tried-psychedelic-mushrooms-35-years-saw-light/🌈 🍂🌄🍄🌄🍂
"To Ramona" é uma valsa folk escrita por Bob Dylan para seu quarto álbum de estúdio, Another Side of Bob Dylan. A melodia é retirada da música folclórica tradicional mexicana. "To Ramona" também é uma homenagem à canção de 1937 de Rex Griffin, "The Last Letter". ruclips.net/video/cE3Jdng3XQc/видео.html
@@peaceandleisure3105 No, come on, please, he's not even singing the song as he originally wrote it. All I can say on the positive side is that he's making an effort to sound good, or at least interesting, which is more than can be said for his efforts over the last 30 or maybe even 40 years.
The way she sings “There’s no use in trying to deal with the dying …” is beautiful
Spectacular!!!
How can you have such talent and not share it. How lucky you are to be born with talent like this. I love you!!! From a girl from NYC
Utterly beautiful.
Still listen to this regularly. So special. Thank you Sinead.
Beautiful version from the brilliant Sinead, such a pity she’s no longer performing, hopefully we’ll get to hear this majestic voice again some day.
It,s magnificent poetry and the most beautiful interpretation❤
Different time, same feelings. Beautiful song!!!
What to say, Fantastisk!
Spotify popped this into my playlist. Thank you Spotify! An incredible song. Beautiful voice, great backing band - so good. I've listened to it 30 times in the last few days.
SNAP ! Same here John !! I loved it then and love it now !!
Absolutely beautiful rendition of a classic. Sinead certainly does it justice. Such a pity shes not recording anymore. Much respect to Sinead !!!
So much emotion in Sinéad's voice..
Sends you to a different time and world , such beauty and peace ❤️
My world has slipped away. But this song reminds me of what is true. Thank you.
Singing about a woman I fell head over heels for.
I fell head over heels for her.
Sinead your voice is incredible and beautiful . Keep those songs coming
Masterpiece!
This is one of the best Songs ❤i love this, it reminds me of someone i dearly loved but aldo makes me very SAD......
An emotional version (and better than the original) of this song. For such a small country, Ireland has produced top artists in all genres.🇮🇪
She just takes my breath away! A beautiful rendition of a masterpiece in songwriting. Such a gorgeous voice!!
Love watching this video.
A BRILLANT SINGER
Tell me - were there ever more & better & musicians together, giving their heart and best for ONE celestial lady Voice :-> Great applaus for the gu..err... person that brought these people together. So.. please Sinéad ... pls do come back on stage!
Such delicious song, in a dito G, with such gifted musicians....
so beautiful
This is class
wish I had this whole video.!
She’s so good!
wonderful, a pleasure meeting you
I can't understand why this video isn't getting comments! I'd imagine if Bob Dylan saw it (and I guess it's possible that he has) his jaw would drop to his bellybutton and he would call his agent and say, 'Why haven't you gotten this singer, Sinead Lohan, to support me on tour?" Of course, he is now so old that he probably isn't going on tour any more. Just selling his books, stamped (not personally signed) with his autograph, for $600 a pop, the greedy scoundrel. I mean, how much more money does he need now that he's in his eighties? He will never spend his billions in his remaining lifetime. Why not just give the books away to whomever wants one? Congrats, Sinead, an extraordinarily brilliant rendition of one of Dylan's more difficult to sing compositions.
I can't understand why so-called folkheroes like Springsteen, Dylan live like kings in palaces. How can you have faith in their ethical messages and lyrics and their jolly working class attitude and ideas? I LOVE their music, but I simply can't understand their greed.
Yes, it is absurd, and makes us question their integrity. I thought Dylan was almost God-like... until I grew up! @@keesschoone6672
Wow. I really love this professional cover of Bob Dylan' "To Ramona ", which is one of my favourite Dylan songs. Didn't know this lady singing with such a melodic melancholic voice, until I remembered a Dylan concert from 2o12 in Bad Mergentheim, found my footage of that song and others and uploaded it. RUclips then led me to your video and Snead Lohan. What a wonderful discovery. Is she still performing?
She made 2 beautiful albums and then retired to the south coast of Ireland to have a family
@@mariafarrow4874 our loss!
The poet sings too❤❤❤
And one day she will!
"Just what future the Designer of the universe has provided for the souls of men I do not know, I cannot prove. But I find that the whole order of Nature confirms my confidence that, if it is not like our noblest hopes and dreams, it will transcend them.🎶🍃💫🌅💫🍃🎶
~Henry Norris Russell♾️🩵♾️
Dylan was 23 when he wrote this
beautiful cover
Ramona, come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Will pass as your senses will rise
For the flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes
And there's no use in tryin'
To deal with the dyin'
Though I cannot explain that in lines
Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss
As to be under the strength of your skin
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in
But it grieves my heart, love
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist
It's all just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feelin' like this
I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
With worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin' and returnin'
Back to the South
You've been fooled into thinking
That the finishin' end is at hand
Yet there's no one to beat you
No one t' defeat you
'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad
I've heard you say many times
That you're better than no one
And no one is better than you
If you really believe that
You know you have
Nothing to win and nothing to lose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you
Making you feel
That you gotta be exactly like them
I'd forever talk to you
But soon my words
Would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring
Everything passes
Everything changes
Just do what you think you should do
And someday maybe
Who knows, baby
I'll come and be cryin' to you
I think this version is better than Joan Baez
“🍄”As I stepped beyond the threshold, I entered another world-like Dorothy walking into Oz. A slight breeze swirled the leaves and branches and blossoms of the garden, brushing the skin on my arms. Soft air and clear light caressed my face. Just then, the music stopped. It took me a moment to realize that the music in my head was actually in my iPod and the iPod must have run out of power. I took out the ear buds and a far more fantastic music flooded in, leaves rustling, birds chirping, insects buzzing, the distant shoosh of tires on the road invisible behind the trees. I sat at the wrought-iron table and put my feet up. The crystalline light astonished me. The air, neither hot nor cold, was invigoratingly dry. I felt energy radiating from my body into the air, mingling with the radiations emanating from all the life surrounding me. I scanned the back yard. The ornamental grasses had begun to shoot out golden tufts; the crepe myrtle, hydrangea, stone crop, petunias and geraniums all had covered themselves in blossoms. Figs grew large and heavy on the fig tree, which exploded tropically in one corner of the yard, and fat red tomatoes swelled on the still leafing vines in another. Tendrils of Virginia creeper and wild grape dripped from the pines across the back fence, persimmons hung from the persimmon tree like Christmas ornaments. I had seen all this the previous morning, and many other mornings before that. But now I had stepped into a page from an illuminated fairy tale. Just as that thought entered my mind, three large yellow butterflies appeared, flitting in spirals around me. I laughed aloud: I was in Oz after all🌄…
…I can’t think of any other way to put this but to say the sky opened, and grace poured down all around me. Light itself had transformed into a palpable substance, spilling down as if from a fountain. But it was more than light. It was blessings of every kind, goodness incarnate, flowing inexhaustible and immutable from above. I didn’t say to myself, “What is this?” I didn’t guess. I knew, I saw, I was in the presence of God. This wasn’t a God with whom I could have a conversation, at least not two-way. I think I said, or shouted, “Ok, I am DEFINITELY not an atheist,” but God was mute, or rather, I understood, or perceived, that the only response God would ever make was the boundless bounty of beauty cascading over me. After the shock and awe, my first thought was that this gift absurdly overmatched anything I could possibly have deserved. I thought, and said aloud, “Why me?” Instantly, that seemed too pleased with myself. I could just look at this phenomenon that confronted me, this Niagara Falls of beauty pouring down, and know that I hadn’t been “chosen.” I was no one special. This was just what God was, a permanent condition that somehow had remained invisible to me until this moment..”
reset.me/story/tried-psychedelic-mushrooms-35-years-saw-light/🌈
🍂🌄🍄🌄🍂
Une voix envoûtante
❤️🔥
"To Ramona" é uma valsa folk escrita por Bob Dylan para seu quarto álbum de estúdio, Another Side of Bob Dylan. A melodia é retirada da música folclórica tradicional mexicana. "To Ramona" também é uma homenagem à canção de 1937 de Rex Griffin, "The Last Letter". ruclips.net/video/cE3Jdng3XQc/видео.html
Best ever rendition of Ramona, I guess Bob Dylan should be thanking her with a big cheque, as he never managed to sing it in a seriously good way.
Mostly I agree, but try Dylan's version at the 1969 Isle of Wight.
@@peaceandleisure3105 No, come on, please, he's not even singing the song as he originally wrote it. All I can say on the positive side is that he's making an effort to sound good, or at least interesting, which is more than can be said for his efforts over the last 30 or maybe even 40 years.
@@greatspottedwoodpeck I don't think Dylan would ever consider himself as being a "good" singer..composer yes...This is the best version by far..
Bonita voz.
Is she still alive? It's like she just dropped off the face of the earth.
She's about 52 now, still young. Forever young in this video.