Brilliant and beautiful and sublime and awesome. "There are two types of men. Those in love with Emmyloo and those that never met her." - Willie Nelson
Emmy is just hauntingly brilliant again. She delivers this song with such perfection. Cannot get better. Michael Angelo should be very proud to hear her sing this with such emotion.
Lyrics:❤ Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were older You were looking like Picasso With a scar across your shoulder You were kneeling by the river You were digging up the bodies Buried long ago Michelangelo Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed you were a pilgrim On a highway out alone to find The mother of your children Who were still unborn and waiting In the wings of some desire Abandoned long ago Michelangelo Were you there at Armageddon Was Paris really burning Could I have been the one to pull you From the point of no returning And did I hear you calling out my name Or was it forgotten long ago Michelangelo Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were riding On a blood-red painted pony Up where the heavens were dividing And the angels turned to ashes You came tumbling with them to the earth So far below Michelangelo Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you lay dying In a field of thorn and roses With a hawk about you crying For the warrior slain in battle From an arrow driven deep inside you Long ago Michelangelo Did you suffer at the end Would there be no one to remember Did you banish all the old ghosts With the terms of your surrender And could you hear me calling out your name Well I guess that I will never know Michelangelo Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were weeping And your tears poured down like diamonds For a love beyond all keeping And you caught them one by one In a million silk bandannas that I gave you long ago Michelangelo
A brilliant haunting tribute to a brilliant artist. From one brilliant exceptional artist to another. The lyrics are loaded with M’angelos accomplishments. Emmy has captured his lifetime achievements with such panache, it is surreal. Just a classic tribute.
I think you'll also find many parallels to the life of Gram Parsons in these lyrics. He was Emmylou's friend and mentor, and he died just as their partnership was taking off.
Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were older You were looking like Picasso With a scar across your shoulder You were kneeling by the river You were digging up the bodies Buried long ago Michelangelo Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed you were a pilgrim On a highway out alone to find The mother of your children Who were still unborn and waiting In the wings of some desire Abandoned long ago Michelangelo Were you there at Armageddon Was Paris really burning Could I have been the one to pull you From the point of no returning And did I hear you calling out my name Or was it forgotten long ago Michelangelo Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were riding On a blood red painted pony Up where the heavens were dividing And the angels turned to ashes You came tumbling with them to earth So Far below Michelangelo Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were dying In a field of thorn and roses With a hawk about you crying For the warrior slain in battle From an arrow driven deep inside you Long ago Michelangelo Did you suffer at the end Would there be no one to remember Did you banish all the old ghosts With the terms of surrender And could you hear me calling out your name Well I guess that I will never know Michelangelo Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were weeping And your tears poured down like diamonds For a love beyond all keeping And you caught them one by one In a million silk bandannas that I gave you long ago Michelangelo
from E.H.'s own site she comments, "This song came to me in a dream. I read a lot and I find myself very moved by language. There's almost a direct steal in this lyric by Carl Sandburg. I just kinda rewrote it." Great song. Wish I knew more about what she means about the song coming to her in a dream.
Though not a great poet, or even a good one, in my 20’s I’d wake from dreams with poems completely formed in my head so I’d get up and write them down quickly.
Poet absolute, and genius of love
That voice, that wonderful voice...
It is so beautiful.
This gem sparkles with Emmylou's emotive vocals and the sheer poetry of the lyrics. Like a diamond, it's forever.
Brilliant and beautiful and sublime and awesome.
"There are two types of men. Those in love with Emmyloo and those that never met her." - Willie Nelson
This song ...
Whew, beautiful grief ...
Amazing song by this talented woman. So much packed in there.
Emmy is just hauntingly brilliant again. She delivers this song with such perfection. Cannot get better. Michael Angelo should be very proud to hear her sing this with such emotion.
all the verses are like a corkscrew to my heart
Me too. Whew ...
Me, too.
What a great way to put that.
@firebase And you can thank Mr. Dylan for that expression…
The Definition Of Emmylou Harris - Perfect !!!
I don't think it gets much better than this. Peace, Michael Angelo
Lyrics:❤
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were older
You were looking like Picasso
With a scar across your shoulder
You were kneeling by the river
You were digging up the bodies
Buried long ago
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed you were a pilgrim
On a highway out alone to find
The mother of your children
Who were still unborn and waiting
In the wings of some desire
Abandoned long ago
Michelangelo
Were you there at Armageddon
Was Paris really burning
Could I have been the one to pull you
From the point of no returning
And did I hear you calling out my name
Or was it forgotten long ago
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were riding
On a blood-red painted pony
Up where the heavens were dividing
And the angels turned to ashes
You came tumbling with them to the earth
So far below
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you lay dying
In a field of thorn and roses
With a hawk about you crying
For the warrior slain in battle
From an arrow driven deep inside you
Long ago
Michelangelo
Did you suffer at the end
Would there be no one to remember
Did you banish all the old ghosts
With the terms of your surrender
And could you hear me calling out your name
Well I guess that I will never know
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were weeping
And your tears poured down like diamonds
For a love beyond all keeping
And you caught them one by one
In a million silk bandannas that I gave you long ago
Michelangelo
Michelangelo, genius--like you Emyllou
Divine.
Wow. This song has so many visual images in my mind.
exquisite
good quality sound. very nice.
A brilliant haunting tribute to a brilliant artist. From one brilliant exceptional artist to another. The lyrics are loaded with M’angelos accomplishments. Emmy has captured his lifetime achievements with such panache, it is surreal. Just a classic tribute.
I think you'll also find many parallels to the life of Gram Parsons in these lyrics. He was Emmylou's friend and mentor, and he died just as their partnership was taking off.
Der Wahnsinn, diese Stimme.Ich höhren mich gerade zu Tode. 😍😍😍😍😍
So few views on such a beautiful version of this song. Sad
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were older
You were looking like Picasso
With a scar across your shoulder
You were kneeling by the river
You were digging up the bodies
Buried long ago
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed you were a pilgrim
On a highway out alone to find
The mother of your children
Who were still unborn and waiting
In the wings of some desire
Abandoned long ago
Michelangelo
Were you there at Armageddon
Was Paris really burning
Could I have been the one to pull you
From the point of no returning
And did I hear you calling out my name
Or was it forgotten long ago
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were riding
On a blood red painted pony
Up where the heavens were dividing
And the angels turned to ashes
You came tumbling with them to earth
So Far below
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were dying
In a field of thorn and roses
With a hawk about you crying
For the warrior slain in battle
From an arrow driven deep inside you
Long ago
Michelangelo
Did you suffer at the end
Would there be no one to remember
Did you banish all the old ghosts
With the terms of surrender
And could you hear me calling out your name
Well I guess that I will never know
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were weeping
And your tears poured down like diamonds
For a love beyond all keeping
And you caught them one by one
In a million silk bandannas that I gave you long ago
Michelangelo
Beautiful
from E.H.'s own site she comments, "This song came to me in a dream. I read a lot and I find myself very moved by language. There's almost a direct steal in this lyric by Carl Sandburg. I just kinda rewrote it."
Great song. Wish I knew more about what she means about the song coming to her in a dream.
This is another song about Gram.
Though not a great poet, or even a good one, in my 20’s I’d wake from dreams with poems completely formed in my head so I’d get up and write them down quickly.
Chanson et chanteuse envoûtantes. Un rêve, un ange, sa meilleure periode.
backband spyboys excellent
As poignant as leonard Cohen's hallelujah, and with the wonderful and unmistakable voice of Emmylou Harris.
Thank you so much
Mother of your unborn and waiting children Gram!
I was wondering if Gram was in this song ...
Yes. It is about Gram. A true story that makes Romeo and Juliet pale in comparison.
@@melodiefrances3898 All about him I would say. Astonishing lyrics.
So much sadder to know it is about Gram. This woman is all heart
Got a little extra at the end there. 👻