Saturday, January 13, 2007  

Musical musings.

At the beginning of December I recommended Tom Waits’ new album and hailed it as three discs of absolute genius. Steve offers the same advice here, albeit a little more eloquently. Here’s a little snippet of the man’s lyrical genius.

Lucinda.

Well they call me William the Pleaser
I sold opium, fireworks and lead
Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers
When the shadows get long I'll be dead

Now her hair was as black as a bucket of tar
Her skin as white as a cuttlefish bone
I left Texas to follow Lucinda
Now I'll never see heaven or home

I meet her when Charlotte slivers in moonlight
A sly grin and a bow full of stars
I got a kid who captures a firefly
And leaves it over there to die at the shore

As I kick at the clowns at my hanging
As I swing out all over the crowds
I will search every face for Lucinda
And she'll go off with me down the hill

I thought I'd broke loose of Lucinda
Rain returned and so did the wind
I cast this burden on the God's that's within me
Now he'll miss the world and go free

The devil danced inside empty pockets
But she didn't want money or pearls
Boy that wasn't enough for Lucinda
She wasn't that kind of girl

Now I've fallen from grace for Lucinda
Who'd ever thought that Hell would be so cold?
I did well for an old tin can sailor
But she want it the bell in my soul

I spoken to God on the mountain
And I've swam in the Irish Sea
I've ate fire and drank from the Ganges
I've played bell for mercy for me

I thought I'd broke loose of Lucinda
Rain returned and so did the wind
I was standing outside the white house
And there I was afraid to go in

I heard someone pull the trigger
Her breast heaved in the moonlight again
There was a smear of gold in the window
And then I was the jewel of her sin

They call me William the Pleaser
I sold opium, fireworks and lead
Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers
When the shadows get long I'll be dead

Now her hair was as black as a bucket of tar
Her skin as white as a cuttlefish bone
I left Texas to follow Lucinda
I know I'll never see heaven or home
No I'll never see heaven or home
No I'll never never see heaven or home

Another great album out at the moment is Dog House Music by Seasick Steve; he stole show on Jools’ Hootenanny at New Year. His life story is well worth reading on wikipedia and the album is a bargain at £9.99 on play.

| posted by Simon | 10:31 pm | 0 comments
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