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Rating: And here is another long-forgotten album, wonderfully matured in its space of solitude. Sibylle Baier is a singer-songwriter, poet, and German actress, and the songs on this album, recorded at home between 1970 and 1973, had to wait until 2006 to see the light of day. Only thirty years later, her son Robby decided to dust off those maternal pearls and put together a remarkable little gem of singer-songwriting that the record label Orange Twin quickly published, thus scoring a winning move. The album was quickly discovered by enthusiastic folk enthusiasts, reviews in magazines and on the web abounded, critics praised it, and probably, as absurd as it may seem, the person directly involved might not even care that much.
The intimacy of the album's 14 tracks is undeniably adorable, and the accompaniment is as sparse as it is fascinating. The voice moves spontaneously cradled by the six strings in an impeccable manner, and one is left in awe listening to the perfection of these little pieces of private life. Sibylle Baier does not record them for any specific reason, and becoming a music star doesn’t interest her in the slightest. These songs are the splendid result of an uncontrollable necessity, and her soft and hypnotic voice becomes the means to release through sound the impressions, feelings, and ghosts of a sensitive and receptive mind. Just listen to "Forget About" to be impressed by the perfect essentiality of the composition and the beauty of the voice, which, dancing delicately, transports us to another planet. The opening track "Tonight" has all the charm of domestic intimacy, while "I Lost Something In The Hills" is probably the most introspective song on the album, immersing us in a text rich with autobiographical and psychological hints that, without being explicit, allow us to portray in our minds the delicate figure of the author.
Intimacy and healthy melancholy are the ingredients that make "Colour Green" a rare and precious album that allows us to savor, with a hint of indiscretion, the hushed confessions of a splendidly fragile mind.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Tonight (02:27)
Tonight when I came home from work, hurt
tonight when I came home from work
there he unforeseen sat in the kitchen
buttering himself a bread
and the cat was on his knee
and smiled at me
tonight when I came home from work
tonight when I came home from work
there he unforeseen passed the guitar
and said "I battered my car
right now won't you please give me your chair"
we had a change of the moon
we had a change of the moon
tonight when I came home from work
tonight when I came home from work
tonight when I came home from work
there he unforeseen changed in the lazy chair
and said "what's that sorrow you bear?"
and I could tell him, he understood
he gently took my arm
he listened to my tears till dawn
I dedicate this song to you
tonight we had change of the moon
we had change of the moon
tonight when I came home from work
tonight when I came home from work
tonight tonight tonight
03 The End (02:31)
it's the end, friend of mine
it's the end, friend of mine
time is over where we could simply say I love you
now you opened the door
leave me crying
trying to embrace you again
trying to face this damn situation man
I can't
It's the end, friend of mine
It's the end, sweet friend of mine
dear friend, I cannot tell the reasons why we started well
good time, give me some wine when you open the door
you seem hurt, don't try to speak a word to me
what on earth could really go wrong with you and me?
yet its the end, friend of mine
it's the end, sweet friend of mine
time seems to be over where we could simply say I love you
now you opened the door
I feel cold
wakened, I hold you in my arms
told you that life is short but love is old
it's the end, friend of mine
it's the end, sweet friend
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