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Recorded live in the studio over three days between May and June of 1975, "The Art Of Tea" is perhaps the most beautiful album by Michael Franks.
Michael's voice is magical and soothing, and in the nine tracks of the album, it crafts soft jazz melodies that resemble guitar phrases. Difficult to describe... let's do this, I won't even try, and so, instead of the usual technical considerations, let's say: You are sitting on a teak deck chair by the sea, in a patio under palm trees, preferably in California, but any beach in the world will do. You have a cocktail in hand while a light breeze sneaks under your Hawaiian-style shirt, giving you a bit of coolness. You're on vacation, and you will be forever, let's say maybe you've won the New Year's lottery. And here... if there's music in the air... if the bartender puts on a CD... well... it might really be "The Art Of Tea" by Michael Franks. Now, from behind your Ray-Bans, you're looking at the horizon, a warm humidity envelops you, and you think back to when you worked for a thousand euros a month, you smile, order another glass, and then close your eyes. The album slips gently and keeps you company. You feel like you're in a movie, but it's all real. Michael's music is the ideal soundtrack for those who are fulfilled with life, for those who want to dream, and for those pleasantly relaxed. However, it might be irritating for those who are perpetually in a hurry, who are burdened with duties and work to complete, and who are naturally anxious.
Absolutely a must-have in a collection of records that wants to be considered as such.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Eggplant (03:38)
Eggplant
Michael Franks
From: The Art of Tea
Whenever I explore the land of Yen
I always take one on the chin
And now this lioness has almost made me tame.
I can't pronounce her name but Eggplant is her game.
The lady sticks to me like white on rice.
She never cooks the same way twice.
Maybe it's the mushrooms. Maybe the tomatoes.
I can't reveal her name but Eggplant is her game.
When my baby cooks her Eggplant,
She don't read no book.
She's got a Giocanna kinda of dirty look
And my baby cooks her Eggplant,
Bout 19 different ways.
Sometimes I just have it raw with Mayonnaise.
-break-
Maybe its the way she grates her cheese,
Or just the freckles on her knees.
Maybe its the scallions. Maybe she's Italian.
I can't reveal her name but Eggplant is her game.
When my baby cooks her Eggplant,
She don't read no book.
She's got a Giocanna kinda of dirty look.
And my baby cooks her Eggplant,
Bout 19 different ways.
Sometimes I just have it raw with Mayonnaise.
07 Popsicle Toes (04:36)
And when God gave out rhythm
He sure was good to you.
You can add, subtract, multiply and divide...
By two.
I know today's your birthday,
And I did not buy no rose.
But I wrote this song instead and I call it,
Popsicle Toes
Popsicle toes.
Popsicle toes are always froze.
Popsicle toes.
You're so brave to expose all those popsicle toes.
You must have been Miss Pennsylvania
With all this pulchritude.
How come you always load your Pentax
When I'm in the nude?
We oughta have a birthday party,
And you can wear you birthday clothes
We can hit the floor
And go explore those
Popsicle toes.
You got the nicest North America
This sailor ever saw.
I'd like to feel your warm Brazil
And touch your Panama
But Your Tierra del Fuegos
Are nearly always froze.
We gotta see saw
until we unthaw those
Popsicle toes.
Popsicle toes.
Popsicle toes are always froze.
Popsicle toes.
You're so brave to expose all those popsicle toes
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