Michael Nesmith - Tropical Campfires (2001)

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RELEASE DATE:	2001-03-00
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	12
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	69

INTRODUCTION

전설적인 팝그룹 The Monkeeys의 리더 Michael Nesmith의 솔로작중 단연 최고로 손꼽히는 작품으로,포크 스타일의 감미로운 팝넘버 "I am not That","Laugh Kills Lonesome"과 Cole Porter의 커버 "In The Still of the Night",&quo ....

TRACKS

Disc 1

All around the campfire stood seven dusty men
The cook was drinking applejack, the cattle were all penned
Someone must have cracked a wise one because the men began to grin
Their smiles shot out like sunbeams and made the night give in
Because

Laugh kills lonesome every single time
That's why Charlie Russell painted it
And why it looks so fine
Laugh kills lonesome every single time

Roy and Dale and Pecos Bill, they knew all about this
So did Walt and Hasui, who gave it their own twist
Sometimes, when things can't get much worse and life's become a fist
Someone will crack a wise one and laughter works like this, huh-huh

Laugh kills lonesome every single time
That's why Charlie Russell painted it
And why it looks so fine
Laugh kills lonesome every single time

Laugh kills lonesome every single time
That's why Charlie Russell painted it in the first place
And why it looks so fine
Laugh kills lonesome every single time

Laugh kills lonesome
Laugh kills lonesome
Laugh kills lonesome every single time

MOON OVER THE RIO GRANDE

Michael Nesmith

I want to watch the moon rise over the Rio Grande
Stand in contemplation, hand in gentle hand
Breathing the beauty of the pink and purple land
High on the inspiration of the moon over the Rio Grande

The endless desperation of deadline after deadline
The constant agitation of the headlines of the play
Brings the inclination to make a little free time
And watch nature's message as she goes about her day

So I want to watch the moon rise over the Rio Grande
Stand in contemplation, hand in gentle hand
Breathing the beauty of the pink and purple land
High on the inspiration of the moon over the Rio Grande

So many conversations simply have no meaning
The failed communications fall upon the floor
There's something in the spirit of the language of the land
The eloquent precision, nothing less and nothing more

So I want to watch the moon rise over the Rio Grande
Stand in contemplation, hand in gentle hand
Breathing the beauty of the pink and purple land
High on the inspiration of the moon over the Rio Grande

I want to watch the moon rise over the Rio Grande
Stand in contemplation, hand in gentle hand
Breathing the beauty of the pink and purple land
High on the inspiration of the moon over the Rio Grande

High on the inspiration of the moon
High on the inspiration of the moon
High on the inspiration of the moon over the Rio Grande

In the morning
When the sun is a lonely light just over the hill
When the world is awake and yet all things are still
My thoughts keep returning to you as they always will

In the morning
I am watching and waiting to see the sun shine
And I'm feeling your presence so sweet on my mind
For I know you're the love and the light of my life for all time

Juliana
How your name brings me awake like the first light of dawn
Juliana
How it comes to the heart like the wind from the wings of a song
Juliana
You're my sweet heart's desire
You're the face of a dream I have drawn

In the evening
As the starlight invades the celestial dome
While I lie in repose in my natural home
I think of the day now behind us and how you have shone

In the evening
With the sweet orange blossoms caressing the air
I stare at the sky and I see your face there
With the moon in your eyes and the indigo night in your hair

Juliana
How your name brings me awake like the first light of dawn
Juliana
How it comes to the heart like the wind from the wings of a song
Juliana
You're my sweet heart's desire
You're the face of a dream I have drawn
You're my sweet heart's desire
You're the face of a dream I have drawn

Juliana
Juliana
You're my sweet heart's desire
You're the face of a dream I have drawn

BRAZIL

Michael Nesmith

IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT

Michael Nesmith

RISING IN LOVE

Michael Nesmith

Here come the mountains
Here comes the sunrise
Here come the deserts
My, what a sight

Open the doorway
Open the window
Open the transom
Let in the light

Looking below me
Lifting my feet up
Into the canyons
Whitewater runs

There is the cliff side
There is the prairie
There is the sagebrush
The heat of the sun

Rising, rising, rising up again
I'm in love again, I'm in love
It flows from my eyes
Rising, rising, rising up again
I'm in love again, I'm in love
Delight and surprised

Now I'm in Paris
Beautiful streetlamps
Beautiful subways
Beautiful light

Open the doorway
Open the window
Open the transom
Let in the sights

Something amazing
Something specific
Something terrific
Into my mind

The city, the landscape
The absolute handshakes
The ocean, the wind shapes
Something sublime

Rising, rising, rising up again
I'm in love again, I'm in love
It flows from my eyes
Rising, rising, rising up again
I'm in love again, I'm in love
Delight and surprise

Rising, rising, rising up again
I'm in love again, I'm in love
It flows from my eyes
Rising, rising, rising up again
I'm in love again, I'm in love
Delight and surprise

Something amazing
Something specific
Something terrific
Into my mind

The city, the landscapes
The absolute handshakes
The ocean, the wind shapes
Something sublime
Something sublime
Something sublime
Something sublime

BEGIN THE BEGUINE

Michael Nesmith

When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory evergreen

I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore, an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin the beguine

To live it again is past all endeavor
Except when that tune touches my heart
And darling, there we are, swearing to love forever
And promising never, never to part

What moments divine, what rapture serene
Two clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted
And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted
I know but too well what they mean

So don't let them begin the beguine
Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember
Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember
When they begin the beguine

Oh no, let them begin the beguine, make them play
'Til the stars that were there before return above you,
Until you whisper to me once more, "Darling, I love you"
And we suddenly know what heaven we're in
When they begin the beguine

Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play
Until the stars that were there before return above you
Until you whisper to me once more, "Darling, I love you"
And we suddenly know what heaven we're in
When they begin the beguine

And we suddenly know what heaven we're in
When they begin the beguine

10.

I AM NOT THAT

Michael Nesmith

I am not a poet
I cannot make a rhyme
I do not know the big words
Like "shpritz" and "paradigm"

I am not an artist
I cannot paint my house
I cannot chisel marble
I cannot twist and shout

I am not a Yankee
I have no nation-state
No cosmic star connections
I cannot get a date

I am not a crook
I am not a thief
To be, for me, is not to be
Not to see, to see

Goodbye, goodbye, the "I am" world
Goodbye, goodbye, so long
Farewell, adieu, adieu, farewell
I have not sung this song
No, I have not sung this song

I am not the Walrus
I am not the Boss
I am not the King or Queen
I am not Jack Frost

I am not the singer
I am not twenty-two
I am not was, were
Be, am, is, or you

Goodbye, goodbye, the "I am" world
Goodbye, goodbye, so long
Farewell, adieu, adieu, farewell
I have not sung this song
I have not sung this song

Goodbye, goodbye, the "I am" world
Goodbye, goodbye, so long
Farewell, adieu, adieu, farewell
I have not sung this song
No, I have not sung this song
I have not sung this