Personally I knew that I hadn’t been in presence of such greatness since the three shows at The Brixton Academy in south London in March 1995. …. That night’s standout among a long list of standouts, was for this fan Tryin’ To Get To Heaven, which Bob somehow channelled from a realm of divine and poetic musicality down to us mere mortals…
~Andrew Kershaw (Isis Magazine – latest issue)

..And what came next ..was both breath-taking and mind blowing: a stunning, dare it be said definitive version of Tryin’ To Get To Heaven. Bob’s vocal were fragile, tender, controlled – yet always on the edge of breaking. His piano playing just holding a few soft chords and the band proving their worth with another superb backing. In one song Bob gave us everything our hearts were longing for.
~Zac Dadic (Isis Magazine – latest issue)

The Tivoli
Fortitude Valley
Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
27 August 2014

• Bob Dylan (vocal, guitar, grand piano & keyboard)
• Stu Kimball (guitar)
• Charlie Sexton (guitar)
• Donnie Herron (violin, mandolin, steel guitar)
• Tony Garnier (bass)
• George Receli (drums & percussion)

The air is getting hotter
There’s a rumbling in the skies
I’ve been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat rising in my eyes
Every day your memory grows dimmer
It doesn’t haunt me like it did before
I’ve been walking through the middle of nowhere
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

When I was in Missouri
They would not let me be
I had to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see
You broke a heart that loved you
Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
I’ve been walking that lonesome valley
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

People on the platforms
Waiting for the trains
I can hear their hearts a-beatin’
Like pendulums swinging on chains
I tried to give you everything
That your heart was longing for
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

I’m going down the river
Down to New Orleans
They tell me everything is gonna be all right
But I don’t know what “all right” even means
I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane
Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore
I been all around the world, boys
Now I’m trying to get to heaven before they close the door

Gonna sleep down in the parlor
And relive my dreams
I’ll close my eyes and I wonder
If everything is as hollow as it seems
Some trains don’t pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers like they did before
I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
Now I’m trying to get to heaven before they close the door

-Egil