Oh wow. I love Richard Harris. He had such a wonderful voice. And he was a fabulous actor too. This song is just great. I need to try to get a copy of this album...somehow.
FOUND IT! After all these years, I've been searching for this one song/performance by Richard Harris. I can say that this gave me a vision of what media arts can be. Over time, my album got scratchy, and the moves from crates to apartments and crates again until circumstances dictated that the vinyl collection couldn't come along; I just forgot about it. Today, a photograph on a website jogged my memory and I did a google search. The recording doesn't necessarily stand the test of time; but it does for me none-the-less. No shade. No shame. Asé Peace & Blessings, "Guided by the Ancestors"
A última vez que ouvi esta superlativa música foi num programa de rádio há 15 ou 16 anos. A rádio foi a RFM e o programa foi o saudoso "Maravilhoso mundo" dos sábados de manhã. Viver vale a pena!!!!!!!
Glad to find this on UA-cam! I love this album and this is my second favorite song on the album. My favorite is "There are too many saviors on my cross" which Richard wrote himself. I believe this one was written by Tony Romeo who wrote the best songs the Partridge Family ever recorded. Anyway, this song is different than anything ever put on record and genius in my opinion. Thank you more than I can manage to say, Rolland B. Heiss
"Others in the past have come alive in here/ Happy to say, they found their way" Every teacher's hope... Thanks so much, umretrato :). "Slides" features so many fine songs that only Richard Harris could emote.
This version actually has a few more 'slides' then the album. It also at some points sounds a little sped up. Thats how much this album and song meant to me....I actually memorized the entire monologue I listen it so many times. Thats how I know there is no "Bojangles" Or horse named "sugar"In the original album.
@LadyMoondancer I noticed that this is indeed not the same take as the lp. I wish the recording corporation would get its act together or at least note the difference. The speed of the monologue has been increased. I prefer the lp, but I am glad a version of this lp has been released on cd.
@goneatlast I agree - the recording industry DOES need to get their acttogether - I am in the process of digitizing all my music - all cd's, cassettes, 8-tracks, vinyls - to MP3. I keep coming across problems like this. As to the argument of harvesting free music off the internet - 'scuse me, I'm tired of paying for the same set of songs 3 or 4 times. Vinyl lp, casette, 8-track, cd - of Abbey Road. come on - Paul McCartney doesn't need any more of my money.
Morning chaps. I’d like to welcome you back to the third form of your years, I trust you’ll thrive in here. Others in the past have come alive in here. Happy to say they found their way. You recall I asked, back when I saw you last, that you’d consult my list of books for summer reading. We’ll go over those and others you’ll be needing for the coming year, if I’m still here. I suppose you heard the word that’s going about, my superiors doubt I’m fit to teach you. Have a nip before the game and they’ll impeach you. Forget about the fact that I reach you. I reach you. Well, enough of that. Lets get on with it. I’ve arranged to show some slides that might amuse you. And if, of course, you’re bored, then I’ll excuse you. Though what you’re about to see, in times of sickness, is my cure, living well is my best revenge, you can be sure. This is the Grand Canyon, in the great State of Arizona. See there, the magnificent blend of all the colours of the rainbow. It is virtually unphotographable at any given point it is so vast. The Colorado River trickles through its base like a deeply buried brook. Geologists say that with time and erosion the Pacific Ocean, some 300 miles West, will one day reach the Canyon and flow through there. I camped here, see? Right there. Oh, what peace I found. The only sounds I heard were the sounds I made. No-no, it is true. And here beyond, on a remote roadside stand, an Indian boy planted himself arms folded beneath a sign that said “seashells should lead the world”. This is a hobo, a dying bread. A pity. He claimed that an inheritance fortune awaited him in a bank back East but he couldn’t care less. There’s more of them. The one with the umbrella claimed to be the real Mr. Bojangles. Sunset. Another sunset. I know it looks undistinguishable from the last but I remember the difference. Vancouver, British Columbia. I spent some time there at a ski lodge. Something so healthy and wholesome about skiers. Like this one. She always seemed to appear when I took a slip on the slops where I had no business being. But I’d look up and there she’d be. And soon it happen that whenever she’d turned and look up, there I’d be. The chalet. Inside there, by a warm fire, is where my mind has want to wander now. To the scent of pine and the taste of wine. You’re too young for wine now but make a note of it. There she is again. We rented those horses for a day. See mine? His name was... Oh what was it now? I forget. Oh yes, it was sugar. And there’s my friend again. She looks rather sad there. It seems that everyday, well, she always had some special plan for us. And this, this is a beautiful Indian girl. Look at her! She and her secret mysterious ways. The pride of her people. Our sunshine, they said of her. This was the road South into Oregon. This is how logs are transported, long rafts that trail the northwest rivers. Big Sur, California. An old Spanish Mission. Carmel, California. Those trees seemed frozen against the landscape. They remind me of a book I once heard of called The Cypresses Believe in God. This was near the end of my adventure. The clock in my head told me it was time to leave. So that I was more concerned with seeing what I could first hand rather then rush for the camera. I find that travelling alone is somehow more realistic then with others. You find yourself in a new place all alone and you deal with it as oppose to when you’re with others who are familiar to you and in a sense shelter you from situations you would otherwise meet head on. You know what I mean? Besides, if your loved ones are with you, you have no one to go home to. So on Monday, Lord, I’ll go before the Board and hear what adjective they give this life I live. It makes me laugh that they should write my epitaph. But somehow I’ll get by, I’ve got my slides, I will endure, living well is my best revenge, you can be sure. Yes, in times of doubt, in times of sickness, they’re my cure. Living well is my best revenge, you can be sure
The best piece on the album-truly a classic from Harris-the background nuances and vocals are stupendous.
He was simply amazing. I had collected most of his albums in the 60's an 70's, his voice spoke to me as a young man. Thank You for this!
Oh wow. I love Richard Harris. He had such a wonderful voice. And he was a fabulous actor too. This song is just great. I need to try to get a copy of this album...somehow.
Jip. "He was great in montecristo / gladiator.
FOUND IT!
After all these years, I've been searching for this one song/performance by Richard Harris.
I can say that this gave me a vision of what media arts can be.
Over time, my album got scratchy, and the moves from crates to apartments and crates again until circumstances dictated that the vinyl collection couldn't come along; I just forgot about it.
Today, a photograph on a website jogged my memory and I did a google search.
The recording doesn't necessarily stand the test of time; but it does for me none-the-less.
No shade. No shame.
Asé
Peace & Blessings,
"Guided by the Ancestors"
A última vez que ouvi esta superlativa música foi num programa de rádio há 15 ou 16 anos. A rádio foi a RFM e o programa foi o saudoso "Maravilhoso mundo" dos sábados de manhã. Viver vale a pena!!!!!!!
Exatamente! Passava também no Serra de Estrelas e/ou no Oceano Pacífico... Que bom que há quem se lembre.
I first heard this in the early 1970s. Wore out 3 of the vinyl records.
An utterly brilliant album......
You remember him as Dumbledoor....I remember him as Richard Harris ...brilliant Irish actor...fell in love with him as King Arthur.....CAMELOT...
me too!!! he has always been Richard Harris to me ..
I've seen no Harry Potter, but I always thought it was spelled Dumbledore. I only know his music which I quite respect.
Há anos que procurava Slides de Richard Harris. Estou grato a quem fez o Upload. Obrigado!
OMG, love this tune. One of my musical mentors introduced me to this one in 1977. Thanks
He has alot of awesome songs
Glad to find this on UA-cam! I love this album and this is my second favorite song on the album. My favorite is "There are too many saviors on my cross" which Richard wrote himself. I believe this one was written by Tony Romeo who wrote the best songs the Partridge Family ever recorded. Anyway, this song is different than anything ever put on record and genius in my opinion.
Thank you more than I can manage to say,
Rolland B. Heiss
I love this. Never heard it before. A persons memories put together in a way that captivates its listeners.
Great track from a great album
"Others in the past have come alive in here/ Happy to say, they found their way" Every teacher's hope...
Thanks so much, umretrato :). "Slides" features so many fine songs that only Richard Harris could emote.
O que é bom, a idade não apaga. E ainda bem que assim é.
Viva bem!
Ah, é verdade!
Andava à procura disto há tanto tempo, Vasco: muito obrigado! RFM's 80's forever! For life.
my favourite album of all time
Wonderful song by a Shakespeare actor,forever
It's been said that he kept the Crown he had worn during the filming of Camelot - Most fitting indeed!
This version actually has a few more 'slides' then the album. It also at some points sounds a little sped up. Thats how much this album and song meant to me....I actually memorized the entire monologue I listen it so many times. Thats how I know there is no "Bojangles" Or horse named "sugar"In the original album.
spectacularly affective
@2bequia The Yard Went On Forever, the album which includes The Hymns From Grand Terrace, is on the compilation CD The Webb Sessions.
Quando chegamos a velhice também chega os Slides...
@LadyMoondancer
I noticed that this is indeed not the same take as the lp. I wish the recording corporation would get its act together or at least note the difference. The speed of the monologue has been increased. I prefer the lp, but I am glad a version of this lp has been released on cd.
é brilhante
Peace
Magic
Oh yeah, it takes me to another world...
@Miwrn1952
yes, I no longer have the album, but I did tape it. The version on the original album is different than this version.
MAGIC TRAVEL
Thanks!!
Lembra-me o Luís Polónia 😊
Pure Harris
すばらしい。
Man. Mike Pinder should have done something with this guy.
@goneatlast
I agree - the recording industry DOES need to get their acttogether - I am in the process of digitizing all my music - all cd's, cassettes, 8-tracks, vinyls - to MP3. I keep coming across problems like this. As to the argument of harvesting free music off the internet - 'scuse me, I'm tired of paying for the same set of songs 3 or 4 times. Vinyl lp, casette, 8-track, cd - of Abbey Road. come on - Paul McCartney doesn't need any more of my money.
Too bad that this is NOT the version that was on the original album
Morning chaps. I’d like to welcome you back to the third form of your years, I trust you’ll thrive in here. Others in the past have come alive in here. Happy to say they found their way.
You recall I asked, back when I saw you last, that you’d consult my list of books for summer reading. We’ll go over those and others you’ll be needing for the coming year, if I’m still here. I suppose you heard the word that’s going about, my superiors doubt I’m fit to teach you. Have a nip before the game and they’ll impeach you. Forget about the fact that I reach you. I reach you.
Well, enough of that. Lets get on with it. I’ve arranged to show some slides that might amuse you. And if, of course, you’re bored, then I’ll excuse you. Though what you’re about to see, in times of sickness, is my cure, living well is my best revenge, you can be sure.
This is the Grand Canyon, in the great State of Arizona. See there, the magnificent blend of all the colours of the rainbow. It is virtually unphotographable at any given point it is so vast. The Colorado River trickles through its base like a deeply buried brook. Geologists say that with time and erosion the Pacific Ocean, some 300 miles West, will one day reach the Canyon and flow through there.
I camped here, see? Right there. Oh, what peace I found. The only sounds I heard were the sounds I made. No-no, it is true.
And here beyond, on a remote roadside stand, an Indian boy planted himself arms folded beneath a sign that said “seashells should lead the world”.
This is a hobo, a dying bread. A pity. He claimed that an inheritance fortune awaited him in a bank back East but he couldn’t care less.
There’s more of them. The one with the umbrella claimed to be the real Mr. Bojangles.
Sunset.
Another sunset. I know it looks undistinguishable from the last but I remember the difference.
Vancouver, British Columbia. I spent some time there at a ski lodge. Something so healthy and wholesome about skiers.
Like this one. She always seemed to appear when I took a slip on the slops where I had no business being. But I’d look up and there she’d be. And soon it happen that whenever she’d turned and look up, there I’d be.
The chalet. Inside there, by a warm fire, is where my mind has want to wander now. To the scent of pine and the taste of wine. You’re too young for wine now but make a note of it.
There she is again. We rented those horses for a day. See mine? His name was... Oh what was it now? I forget. Oh yes, it was sugar.
And there’s my friend again. She looks rather sad there. It seems that everyday, well, she always had some special plan for us.
And this, this is a beautiful Indian girl. Look at her! She and her secret mysterious ways. The pride of her people. Our sunshine, they said of her.
This was the road South into Oregon.
This is how logs are transported, long rafts that trail the northwest rivers.
Big Sur, California.
An old Spanish Mission.
Carmel, California. Those trees seemed frozen against the landscape. They remind me of a book I once heard of called The Cypresses Believe in God.
This was near the end of my adventure. The clock in my head told me it was time to leave. So that I was more concerned with seeing what I could first hand rather then rush for the camera. I find that travelling alone is somehow more realistic then with others. You find yourself in a new place all alone and you deal with it as oppose to when you’re with others who are familiar to you and in a sense shelter you from situations you would otherwise meet head on. You know what I mean? Besides, if your loved ones are with you, you have no one to go home to.
So on Monday, Lord, I’ll go before the Board and hear what adjective they give this life I live. It makes me laugh that they should write my epitaph. But somehow I’ll get by, I’ve got my slides, I will endure, living well is my best revenge, you can be sure. Yes, in times of doubt, in times of sickness, they’re my cure. Living well is my best revenge, you can be sure
waardeloos alle mooie nummers zijn geblokkeerd schandalig, haal dan alles maar weg