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Rating: Do you feel a bit tired and depressed? Do you need to unplug? Has the janitor cornered you with the usual spiel about the tenant on the fourth floor? Well, then this is the album for you.
Look at the cover, you'll notice a smiling and relaxed man, kissed by the sun, lulled by the sound of the sea and the scent of sand. His name is Art Garfunkel, with an angelic voice. Some years ago, he thought of you and your bad days, he asked for some songs from his brilliant friend Jimmy Webb and went to work to craft this wonderful album. See it? It's there, gently lounging on a comfortable chair. Opposite him, there's another one, empty. It's there for you, waiting for you.
Now, close your eyes and sit down in front of him. Listen to what he has to say. Are you there? Comfortable? Good, welcome to 'Watermark'! Your ears will be pampered by a soft yet firm singing, you'll be embraced by bittersweet and intense lyrics, and music made of acoustic guitars, strings, pianos, and soft percussion will gently whisper the secret to forget all the nuisances you've encountered. David Crosby, Leah Kunkel, and Stephen Bishop's harmonies, Paul Desmond's sax, Pete Carr's guitars, Jimmy Webb's keyboards, the harps and flutes of the Chieftains, Bill Payne's synthesizer will take care of you.
When you hear Art tell you that "Secretly and silently my sorrow disappears", you'll feel a little lighter and ready to get up from that chair. You will have learned to be melancholic with style.
Think about it!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Crying in My Sleep (04:07)
I took a walk around the yard
Dug the flowers til it got too hard
I smoked my first pack of cigarettes today
And I watched the children play
And then I went down, down to Lucy's old Cafe
Put a half a case away
I took a sleeping pill and tried to watch TV
But you know baby the leading lady looked too much like you for the likes of me
And I woke up crying in my sleep
I was talking to your pillow
And I reached out to touch your hand
And knocked the phone off the nightstand
And the operator said, "May I help you please?"
No thanks baby there's nothing you can really do for me
I just had a bad dream, that's all that's wrong with me
I just had a bad dream
Went out to loosen up the car
Some how I wound up at the rainbow bar
I had a scotch and soda on the run
But I didn't get too far
And then I ran down, down some friends I used to know
Dragged them out to see the show
I drew myself a bath and I tried to read your book
But you know baby this time it just didn't seem quite worth the time it took
And I woke up crying in my sleep
I was talking to your pillow
And I reached out to touch your hand
And knocked the phone off the nightstand
And the operator said, "May I help you please?"
No thanks baby there's nothing you can really do for me
I just had a bad dream, that's all that's wrong with me
I just had a bad dream, that's all that's wrong with me
Crying in my sleep
Crying in my sleep (I woke up crying)
Crying in my sleep (Crying trying to find her)
Crying in my sleep (I woke up crying)
Crying in my sleep (Crying trying to find her)
Crying in my sleep
04 Watermark (02:53)
How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines
Like a song half heard through a closed door
Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore
How innocent her visage as my child lover lies
Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes
Like an antique etching glass design
That somehow turned out wrong
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song
How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears
You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears
It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song
05 Saturday Suit (03:17)
All week long we've been looking at
horizons and it's hard on the brain
Sometimes I wonder is it the car or the
highway that rolls through the rain.
This day has no number
This day has no name
But it's time for the weekend all the same
Why don't you put on your Saturday Suit,
Let's fly away,
We can find ourselves a little cafe
Where the street people come to play
And let the wine and the sunshine
blow our minds away
Saturday Suit me fine...today
All week long we've been sitting on our
islands looking within
Sometimes I know it must seem like
we'll never be happy again
Put on your makeup
And I'll shine my shoes
I know that it's Monday, but I'm
bored with the blues
Why don't you put on your Saturday Suit,
Let's fly away,
We can find ourselves a little cafe
Where the street people come to play
And let the wine and the sunshine
blow our minds away
Saturday Suit me fine today
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