Besotted when I was 16. I sent Likky a valentine card and was amazed when I received a personal letter back from her. Wish I’d kept it but I’m sure I left it in the Earthspan record sleeve which I lost years ago.
I'm only recently getting into listening to the string band now. Mostly because i know malcolm, and having heard him play the guitar and perform so often i've decided to check out what he was doing back in those days..... and it's interesting because he writes now still as he did back then... Good stuff.
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Third album I got from ISB (after Be Glad and 5000 Spirits). I was eighteen then, in 1978. Most of the songs from this album mean a lot to me, even now after all those years; specially this one and Banks of Sweet Italy.
hearing isb again after years of struggleing with demons reminds me of carefree happy days filled with laughter. wish i could turn the clock back,but will have to settle for second best and lei the music wash over me.
Thanks. Happy 2009 for you and your family. It is nice to hear that you have Spanish and Portuguese roots and that your daughter is in Spain and like Portugal :-) Greetings from Portugal
The actor leaves the stage with a rose in his hand He settles in the back seat his thoughts are like fine sand Driven through the rain swept streets casting a melancholy stare Upon two enraptured lovers kissing without a care The dreams of an actor spill slowly by Like the thoughts of a dreamer or the casting of a die Talking to gay fellows of the follies on which they perch But he saw a lovely lady beneath the arches of a church Cigarettes in the airless twenties An estate well filled with dust In the evening reading Swinburne Eating mightily with some false lust But a kiss was what we found On damp but friendly ground The lady wore no makeup but she stood like a swan Thin body of a dancer her dress was quietly torn Her eyes they searched his distant heart that lingered in the rain But his friends caught his iron gaze and carried it away again Broken hearted in the loveless twenties Where a wink was like an embrace Making love on blue fridays From across some foggy space But a kiss was what we found On damp but friendly ground Tea was like a mirror a reflection never there His thoughts upon that ring of love that burned upon her stare Her eyes her lips her chin her grace the rain upon her hair Thus it gripped his white gloved heart oh can anyone be so fair Untied in the breezy twenties With a hand held in my hand Bearing my heart to the hallowed spires Of this quiet and ancient land For a kiss was what we found On damp but friendly ground
Malc often gets panned for his lyrics being "descriptive, pointless fluff"- the way I see it, his lyrics don't explicitly tell you what to think at the end, true, but they paint such beautiful pictures for you to put your own thoughts in. I'm more than cool with that. Just love this song. Such a gorgeous painting of times past.
If there was such a thing as "expressionist lyrics" it would be the ISB. When you listen they paint a rich picture, when you analyze them they are often globs of words.
The Incredible String Band - the best band EVER!
I cannot express the Beauty that they gave us.
Besotted when I was 16. I sent Likky a valentine card and was amazed when I received a personal letter back from her. Wish I’d kept it but I’m sure I left it in the Earthspan record sleeve which I lost years ago.
I'm only recently getting into listening to the string band now. Mostly because i know malcolm, and having heard him play the guitar and perform so often i've decided to check out what he was doing back in those days..... and it's interesting because he writes now still as he did back then...
Good stuff.
Third album I got from ISB (after Be Glad and 5000 Spirits). I was eighteen then, in 1978. Most of the songs from this album mean a lot to me, even now after all those years; specially this one and Banks of Sweet Italy.
hearing isb again after years of struggleing with demons reminds me of carefree happy days filled with laughter. wish i could turn the clock back,but will have to settle for second best and lei the music wash over me.
The only isb album I listened to a lot in my youth couldn’t find it on music streaming but grateful for UA-cam enjoying it now in a nostalgic way
Thanks. Happy 2009 for you and your family. It is nice to hear that you have Spanish and Portuguese roots and that your daughter is in Spain and like Portugal :-)
Greetings from Portugal
Thank you for sharing all this beauty
Best regards
oh to be 16 again!
Gorgeous lyrics. A "painting box..." :)
The actor leaves the stage with a rose in his hand
He settles in the back seat his thoughts are like fine sand
Driven through the rain swept streets casting a melancholy stare
Upon two enraptured lovers kissing without a care
The dreams of an actor spill slowly by
Like the thoughts of a dreamer or the casting of a die
Talking to gay fellows of the follies on which they perch
But he saw a lovely lady beneath the arches of a church
Cigarettes in the airless twenties
An estate well filled with dust
In the evening reading Swinburne
Eating mightily with some false lust
But a kiss was what we found
On damp but friendly ground
The lady wore no makeup but she stood like a swan
Thin body of a dancer her dress was quietly torn
Her eyes they searched his distant heart that lingered in the rain
But his friends caught his iron gaze and carried it away again
Broken hearted in the loveless twenties
Where a wink was like an embrace
Making love on blue fridays
From across some foggy space
But a kiss was what we found
On damp but friendly ground
Tea was like a mirror a reflection never there
His thoughts upon that ring of love that burned upon her stare
Her eyes her lips her chin her grace the rain upon her hair
Thus it gripped his white gloved heart oh can anyone be so fair
Untied in the breezy twenties
With a hand held in my hand
Bearing my heart to the hallowed spires
Of this quiet and ancient land
For a kiss was what we found
On damp but friendly ground
Malc often gets panned for his lyrics being "descriptive, pointless fluff"- the way I see it, his lyrics don't explicitly tell you what to think at the end, true, but they paint such beautiful pictures for you to put your own thoughts in. I'm more than cool with that. Just love this song. Such a gorgeous painting of times past.
If there was such a thing as "expressionist lyrics" it would be the ISB. When you listen they paint a rich picture, when you analyze them they are often globs of words.
Another fine ISB track - our thanks to m'Lady Sonja!
Why is it that I can still feel the same emotions now as then when I hear this? But cant remember the4 details......could it have been the drugs?
Joyful
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