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Sometimes music critics, those who make a living out of this profession, are ruthless and incomprehensible.
One fine day they take a liking to you, chew on your name for a while, savor it slowly, and talk about it enthusiastically to the world, making it appear in all the newspapers, considering you the "next big thing."
You are very young, you feel honored by so much attention, you strive not to disappoint expectations, you try to surpass yourself next time, convinced you have done even better, but instead…
This happened in the early 2000s to this English lad with considerable talent.
After the extravagant praise for his first EP (in my opinion quite justified, in the time of Napster, in full Tom Waits infatuation, I discovered that splendid song that is “Whistle of a Distant Train” and thought that the man from Ponoma wasn't the only one giving me chills by sitting at a piano and telling stories of trains and such) and his first LP (in my opinion only partly justified) he suddenly finds himself off the pedestal (and in truth, he never climbed back up..), regarded by the critics, who had praised him a moment before, as nothing more than a normal and negligible songwriter “in the manner of.”
And yet no, I adore this "From Every Sphere," his second LP, because these songs have that refreshing taste of the classic, of returning home to your parents, especially when they are no longer there.
And in the September air, they feel as right as a light pullover after those unbearable sweats caused by that splendid yet unbearable hammering sun of a summer now over.
They often smell of the past.
Songs like "Metaphorically Yours," are moving in melodies and harmonies, refined and imaginative in arrangements.
Songs “waiting for the rain,” to wash everything else away, so that sometimes all that remains is a slow waltz, the sound of the piano, a voice, a trumpet, a light tinkling.
Unbearable romanticism, some might say cloying, but I find it isn’t so.
The echo of that melodic sequence of five hidden notes, perhaps already heard, which you perceive only subconsciously and which convey that sense of melancholy that comes from afar.
One of the best albums of the early 2000s, a pity that few noticed it, but, you know, I don't understand much about music.
But about pullovers, yes, however…
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
02 All of Your Days Will Be Blessed (03:42)
with beady black eyes, the bluebird has died
it's feathers have dried, it couldn't survive
from the winter's grasp, nothing ever lasts
but you and i know, the seasons are slow
the rivers they froze, the wind always blows
down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam
all of your days will be blessed
so put on a smile and get dressed
into the void we will fly away from here
all of your thoughts will be crowned
you'll be the toast of town
into the view of a million crystal spheres
pitchfork in my foot, i tried the best i could
dragging all this wood, with a rusty old fishhook
to feed the figher and make our blood flow higher
but i'm a stubborn man, the sun needs my command
i'm gonna make a stand, condemnd this twisted land
i'm sure you'd agree, but i can't leave you see
all of your days will be blessed
so put on a smile and get dressed
into the void we will fly away from here
all of your thoughts will be crowned
you'll be the toast of town
into the view of a million crystal spheres
all of your days will be blessed
so put on a smile and get dressed
into the void we will fly away from here
all of your thoughts will be crowned
you'll be the toast of town
into the view of a million crystal spheres
but you and i know, the seasons are slow
the rivers they froze, the wind always blows
down all our dreams, the engine's out of steam
04 The Birds Will Sing for Us (04:26)
Little girl don't be sad I've set your eyes on fire
Don't say I'm a liar that I don't love you
Something has brought me down but I won't give up hope
It's hard for you to cope when I'm around you
Let the sun break through
The cracks within my room
The grey sky fades to blue
It might wash away this gloom
Alcohol, company I need to readjust
From this place of dust let's go drink tonight
And at the bar we'll drink 'til dawn and I'll pretend I'm dead
Whilst resting my poor head by the neon light
Let the sun break through
The cracks within my room
The grey sky fades to blue
It might wash away this gloom
The birds will sing for us but we all die in the end
The birds will sing for us but we all die in the end
The birds will sing for us, the birds will sing for us
The birgs will sing for us but we all die in the end
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09 Watching the Sun Come Up (05:47)
You know it feels nice, watching the sun come up
and I´ve realised I can never return
Oh babe it feels good, watching the sun come up
I can attack the day with the will to burn
And the sky is a picture of violence
Blood red and steely blue
It has beauty that could never be silenced
Oh yeah it reminds me of you
And if you´re broken down lying face on the ground it´s too late
For i´ve seen it all as the shadows fall
When the dawn breakes
I could never be beyond repair
I could never be beyond repair
Watching the sun come up
And my hands; they are shaking
Whilst my feet they cannot turn
It´s all making sense; I´m finally taking
Each day with the will to burn
And the sky is a picture of violence
Blood red and steely blue
It has beauty that could never be silenced
Oh yeah it reminds me of you
And if you´re broken down lying face on the ground it´s too late
For i´ve seen it all as the shadows fall
When the dawn breakes
I could never be beyond repair
I could never be beyond repair
Watching the sun come up
It all could happen if I want it to (x 4)
It feels nice watching the sun come up
and I´ve realised I can never return
Babe it feels good watching the sun come up
I can attack the day with the will to burn...
12 From Every Sphere (07:38)
Take me far away
And make me lose control
For now I need to pray
Think of forgotten souls
Disappear from every sphere
Watch them high
Then slowly die
Then slowly die
If you shut your eyes
You'll float through the blackest hole
So sure in night time sky
You see forgotten souls
Disappear from every sphere
Watch them high
Then slowly die
Then slowly die
Then slowly die
Then slowly die
Then slowly die...etc
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"He’s only 23 years old and has great talent, he’s not afraid to mix musical genres... and incredible but it works perfectly!!!"
"’From Every Sphere’ is a rich pop album with a streak of masochism and melancholy in the lyrics (like only true romantics...) just what I needed to stretch these last days of winter lethargy..."
