Wandering properties of death, arresting moons within our eyes and smiles We did rest amongst the granite tombs to catch our breath Worldly sounds of endless warring were for just a moment silent stars Worldly boundaries of dying were for just a moment never ours All was new, just as the black horizons blue Then along the bending path away, I smiled in knowing we'd be back one day
Again, a top favourite. This is the kinda Rufus song I crave. The lieder / late-romantic / early 20th C piano piece, featuring the above mentioned beautiful simplicity he captures so strikingly in other songs such as Pretty Things. As well as the piano arrangement of course im a huge fan and hugely jealous of his writing abilities. So poetic. The line 'all was new, just as the black horizons blue' is orgasmic lol. Perhaps my favourite Rufus line. Im also a big fan and listener of Debussy and the influence here is at the very least partially evidence.. the parallel chords and the general chordal texture is there. I love the use of the Eb flat chord in there as well. A stunning piece of music.
"Hi Rufus, well here I am again, sitting in this graveyard you made for Verynearly. When you picked up your ivory handled brushes Rufus, you sure did paint a nice picture with this song. This is a place I often find myself coming to, when I just want to chill out and have a good old think. I often stay Rufus for several plays or more. I put on the earphones and start her up, and here I am.
I love sitting in the sunlight Rufus with my back against the old sandstone wall and my legs tucked up. I love the smell of the grass and the way the daffodils sway their heads in the warm breeze.
It's funny how you've made a graveyard so serene and beautiful, but you have. It's a restful reflective place. I like the way the old granite tombestones lean to one side here and there, as though they're listening to something, but it's so peacefully quiet.
I love the way the path bends Rufus, and the way nobody ever hurries along it's route. I hear your words Rufus, your lyrics. They play amongst the hanging branches, with their trailing leaves. They ebb and flow, twisting and turning gracefully, so easy on my ear, and now and again, as though in acknowledgement of your musical honesty, the whole tree-top leans gently forward with the warm wind, as if to take a bow on your behalf.
You give me healing imagery in here, I've grown to love it Rufus so much. I'd just like to thank you for that. You have become my musical friend and although you don't know me, I hope you don't mind if I count myself as your friend too.
I always like it here, always. In here I have time to think and reflect. When my several plays are done Rufus, I always feel so peaceful inside and then I smile, knowing I'll be back one day."
That's a whole different take on a graveyard is'nt it? I must admit I agree that sometimes they can be restful and serene places, and not scary at all. I must admit I havent been in one at midnight! I love your description, and your little picture of Greyfriars Bobby. I must admit I havent ever listened to that song, but I am going to do it now. I'm sure it will have something to say to me.