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.
I grew up with Hangman's Beautiful Daughter, Big Huge and Wee Tam. I don't know this album; it is new to me. What a treasure. another amazing ISB lp. thank you for posting.
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...
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 :-)
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 Chorus ====== 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, what we found, 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 searched his distant heart that lingered in the rain, But his friends caught his iron gaze and carried it away again Chorus ====== 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, what we found, 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 Can anyone be so fair? Chorus ====== Untied in the breezy twenties With a hand held in my hands Bearing my heart to the hallowed spires of this quiet and ancient land For a kiss was what we found, what we found, what we found On damp but friendly ground
The Incredible String Band - the best band EVER!
steelyjackson 1 month ago
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?
rouseg54 2 months ago
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.
threefive00 3 months ago
I grew up with Hangman's Beautiful Daughter, Big Huge and Wee Tam. I don't know this album; it is new to me. What a treasure. another amazing ISB lp. thank you for posting.
JoelGallob 11 months ago
Thank you for sharing all this beauty
Best regards
fosquet2003 1 year ago
I cannot express the Beauty that they gave us.
professorLorca 2 years ago 3
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.
neviatha 2 years ago
well done for putting this one on!!!
simonbath 2 years ago
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
ladysonja 3 years ago
Lady Sonya. Thanks for posting. It's much appreciated.
Os agradecimentos muito e têm um grande 2009!
HappyRick 3 years ago
T H E A C T O R
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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
HappyRick 3 years ago
HappyRick 3 years ago
HappyRick 3 years ago
HappyRick 3 years ago
Another fine ISB track - our thanks to m'Lady Sonja!
bluescj 3 years ago