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If love is, in sixteenth, the shaman's encounter with the goddess, then music is, in sixteenth, love.
Music is tiny, very tiny, a puddle that reflects the rainbow, a flower that's nothing, which, as soon as you look at it for just a bit more than a moment, is no longer just that flower.
It isn't and it can't be, considering it’s us who are looking at it...
And so in our gaze, thanks to that sudden appearance, something like a wandering begins, which is again music.
Oh yes, music is a sort of dreamy walk.
"Inseguendo per un attimo il blues che fugge" said Tim Buckley, and it doesn't matter if the translation might be wrong.
Ah, I know few things that so well capture the idea of aimless wandering as this album: perhaps the best Coltrane, perhaps "Rock Bottom" by uncle Robert, or maybe certain kraut delights...
Even though here, right here, there’s something more...
Here, right here, the search (the wandering) remains within the realm of a remarkable immediacy where all, absolutely all, the soul’s music say good morning or hi how are you...
Here there’s an ensemble sound that insinuates itself under the skin, a kind of caress that leaves space for the magic of the voice.
And when the voice takes a bit of a rest, the musicians take the scene with infinite delicacy: the thousand little lights that turn on and off from Underwood’s electric guitar or the metaphysical music box sound of the vibraphone of I can't remember who.
Tim's voice I just can't, no really I can't...
Both masculine and feminine at the same time, it's like the flight of a small bird, the regal glide of whatever seems regal to you.
Like a seismograph that oscillates where we oscillate.
Like... oh enough...
Ah the funny thing is that this is a discard album, published to temper the experimentalism of the first side of "Lorca"...
A discard album, ha ha ha!!!
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Happy Time (03:16)
Ah, it's a happy time inside my mind
When a melody does find a rhyme
Says to me I'm comin' home to stay
Oh, Lord, home to stay
I'm comin' home to stay
Home to stay
Ah, lord, it's just the same old story
Something about love for glory
A nickel and a dime a dozen
Fame
Ah, it's such a shame
Ah, the way they use your name
Ah, you know it's such a shame
When it's only mine to sing a song
Hoping that you'd cross along my way
Before I have to move along
Ah, now move along
Ah, but I'll be back again
Ooh back again
Ah, it's a happy time inside my mind
When a melody does find a rhyme
Says to me I'm comin' home to stay
Oh, Lord, home to stay
I'm comin' home to stay
Home to stay
Sleep late now mama
Let the mornin' sun warm your bed
While I'm away
While I'm away
03 I Must Have Been Blind (03:46)
Here I am believin' words again
Here I am tryin' to find your love again
Here I am down on my knees again
Prayin' for a love
That we used to know
Both of us know
How hard it is to love
And let it go
Both of us know
How hard it is to go on living that way
When so few understand what it means
To fall in love
And so few know how hard it is to live without it
I must have been blind
I must have been blind
Lord, I must have been blind
To hold something real
And not believe it
To live in her life
And never trustin'
To give all you know and never feel it
To hold back each day
Until it dies away
Both of us know
How hard it is to love
And let it go
Both of us know
How hard it is to go on
Living that way
When so few undersand what it means
To fall in love
And so few know how hard it is to live without it
I must have been blind
I must have been blind
Lord, I must have been blind
04 The River (05:49)
I live by the river
And I hide my house away
Then just like the river
I can change my ways
Oh, if you come to love me
You would stay forever
Inside my heart
Inside my dreams
And time will fade
In time we'll love
In the street we walk as beggars
In the alley faithless kings
Ah, but it's the truth of life
That chains us in between
Those lost moments we steal
To keep our love alive
And our prize so tired after all the pain
And time will fade
In time we'll love
05 So Lonely (03:29)
Oh, I don't get no letters
Nobody calls
Nobody comes 'round here no more
No pretty ladies
Nor pretty boys
Nobody comes 'round my door no more
It's just lonely, yeah
Mama you don't know
It's just lonely, yeah
Mama you don't know
Cops treat ya dirty
And the children treat ya mean
This is the lowest town I've ever seen
People keep draggin' their bodies around
Ain't enough pride to even look around
It's just lonely, yeah
Mama you don't know
It's just lonely, yeah
Mama you don't know
Now honey you got on little light
Now you keep it burning bright
If you keep it lit every night
Someday a good man come and make it alright
It's just so lonely, yeah
Mama you don't know
It's just lonely, yeah
Mama you don't know
08 The Train (07:54)
Ah, tell me mama
Ah, tell me darlin'
Now that it's time for me to go
Ah, don't you hold me down
And kill the man you love
Sweet mama what you gonna do
Ah, now darlin' what you gonna do
Mama what you gonna do for love
Ah, when that sun shines
Ah, honey
And I'm living in your love again
Ah, won't you let me know
Do I stay or do I go
Oh, yeah,
Ah, darlin', what you gonna do now
I said now mama what you gonna do
Now mama what you gonna do for love
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
Ah, when I'm gone
Gone gone gone gone gone gone
When I'm gone
Darlin' so young and tender,
So quick to surrender
Everything that you don't own,
Know that you've got not
You make love like a skinned cat
Crawlin' across a highway
Tryin' to git to the other side,
Don't know why you just gotta try
Ah, when that devil
When that devil gets you honey
Oh, I want to know
That's when I'll come home and start to
Ah, sweet mama what you gonna do
Ah, sweet mama what you gonna do now
Aw Daddy what you gonna do for love
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone, Lord
When I'm gone, gone, gone, mama, when I'm gone
When I'm gone, yeah, sweet mama,
Yes, ah, when I'm gone
Get that devil get that devil
Gonna go back home, so long,
Just want to get some sun on my shoulder
And get a bit of sand in my shoes
I love you New York City, but I see that sun shinin'
And I don't want to stay here no more
Oh, what you gonna do
Oh yeah...
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By woodstock
Tim Buckley's voice speaks to your thoughts, and thoughts, emotions, are not easily defined, let alone expressible.
His voice is on a journey... Tim delicately pilots his instrument, going up and down the scales, prodigiously modulating his vocal cords.
