The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do.
Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here.
10 September 2009 22:59
Saturday, 29 May 2010
EVENSONG: MAESTRO THOMPSON, OH, PLAY ME A BLUE SONG AND FADE DOWN THE LIGHTS
I just love "......and Miss, you don't know me, but can't we pretend, that we care for each other, 'til the band reach the end?"
I was a latecomer to Thompson, Mrs n, so not a fan in the accepted sense and I used to find that he was so close to the bone sometimes that it was unbearable but after a few years his art had helped me understand, a bit more, the meaning of being a man.
There are other, orchestrated versions, if you look for them, mr mongoose, which are an even better noise.
5 comments:
Cheers!
Sometimes nothing else makes sense.
Excellent noise, Mr I. One step for sighing and two for crying indeed.
I just love "......and Miss, you don't know me, but can't we pretend, that we care for each other, 'til the band reach the end?"
I was a latecomer to Thompson, Mrs n, so not a fan in the accepted sense and I used to find that he was so close to the bone sometimes that it was unbearable but after a few years his art had helped me understand, a bit more, the meaning of being a man.
There are other, orchestrated versions, if you look for them, mr mongoose, which are an even better noise.
I remember him from the Richard and Linda Thompson days.
Just off to oil me zimmer frame.
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