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Rating: "Well you can lead a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him drink
And you can lead a man to slaughter
But you're never gonna make him think"
--- "Hors d'Oeuvres"
In case you were wondering who the guy is to whom Led Zeppelin dedicate "Hats off to Roy Harper" in their third album.
In case you want to know about that mysterious presence in Pink Floyd's "Have a Cigar," in the famous "Wish You Were Here."
In case you want to sip on a great album from 1971 that deserves far more glory than it has received.
"All along the ancient wastes the thin reflections spin
That gather all the times and tides at once we love within
That build the edges round the shrouds that cloud the setting sun
And carry us to other days and other days to one"
--- "The same old rock"
The stormy rooster gives us just four beautiful long tracks, each about ten minutes long. Beautiful acoustic guitar embroidery, probably among the best rock-folk style arrangements I've ever heard. In "The Same Old Rock," there's also a great solo by Jimmy Page, who signs as S. Flavius Mercurius on this occasion in the liner notes.
"you don't need your gun boy, we're already dead"
--- "One Man Rock And Roll Band"
In case autumn is your favorite season. Because the sunset is my color, darkness is my lover.
"Space is just an ashtrayFlesh is my best wheel The atmosphere's my highway And the landscape's my next meal"
--- "Me and my woman"
Because it's true, space is just an ashtray.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Hors d'oeuvres (08:37)
The judge sits on his great assize
Twelve men wise with swollen thighs
Who never ever told no lies
Whose minds were ever such a size
Whose lives were ever such a prize
Whose brains bred answers just like flies
Whose answers stalked their thoughts like spies
Whose lead ball through the courtroom flies
To rip a hole clean between two eyes
That never ever wore disguise
And never ever saw blue skies
Who quickly lived now slowly dies
Who closed unopened otherwise
Well you can lead a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him drink
And you can lead a man to slaughter
But you're never gonna make him think
The critic rubs his tired arse
Scrapes his poor brains, strains and farts
And wields a pen that stops and starts
And thinks in terms of booze and tarts
And sits there playing with his parts
He says I'm much too crude and far too course
And he says this singer's just a farce
He's got no healing formulas
He's got no cure-all for our scars
He's got no bra-strap for our bras
And our sagging tits no longer hold a full house of hearts
And you know what? I don't think this little song's gonna make the charts
Well you can lead a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him drink
And you can lead a man to slaughter
But you're never gonna make him think
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By soulonice
Roy Harper hated, has always hated throughout his entire life the white man, and very likely still hates him, aware that there is a white man in each one of us.
Man & The Myth... breaks these generational barriers and invites us all to engage individually and then all together as a society.
