1967년 결성된 후 브리티쉬 포크, 포크록, 싱어송 라이터 등 뿐만 아니라 후대에 깊은 영향을 주었던 ‘Strawbs’의 음악적 상상력이 고스란히 담겨있는 귀중한 음반. 이 들로 인해 영국의 70년대는 아름답고도 풍성한 음악적 시도로 가득할 수 있었다고 해도 과언인 아닐만큼 특출한 음악적 역량을 보여준 그들의 모습이 원본 훼손이 거의 없이 담겨있는 음반이며 특히 Sandy Denny의 팬들이나 아트록, 프로그레시브 록 매니아들이라면 반드시 들어봐야할 음반임에 틀림없다. 브릿팝, 싱어송 라이터, 포크 음악 매니아들은 반드시 들어봐야할 강력 추천 음반. .... ....
Love is a mist that's turning everything red to white Like the full moon it send you out of your mind at night Wishing wells ain't no use, they just say may or might. And all I need Well all I need is you Somehow it just grew and grew Till all I need is you. Cats have got eyes that seem to follow me where I go Purple and green, they seem to know everything I know Be it all the feelings I just didn't want to show. And all I need Well all I need is you Somehow it just grew and grew Till all I need is you All I need is you, Yes all I need is you. Caught my mind suddenly just drifting out the door Saw all my lifetime passing, feeling so insecure You knew for certain, but I just didn't know for sure. And all I need Well all I need is you Somehow it just grew and grew Till all I need is you All I need is you Yes all I need is you Yes all I need is you.
It seems that loving is a game that I can't win No sooner are you here than gone again Is there nothing I can say To change your mind and stay Alone with you is all I long to be Will you stay awhile with me. I've often gazed into my crystal ball To find out if you think of me at all But there's no reason why You should even try For there's nothing I can give as you can see If you stay awhile with me. Stay awhile with me And I will show you I'm true Stay awhile with me That's all I'm asking you to do. I see you in the street lamp's rusty gleam It casts a magic spell as in a dream The night is growing old Come in from the cold I'll lock the door and throw away the key If you stay awhile with me.
The hands on the clock keep turning round They point to the time of the day The time means nothing with you by my side Though some time I'll be on my way.
Down the road to where I must go There's nothing between you and me I'll take a boat down the river my love And sail away to the sea I'll sail away to the sea.
What will you take to remember me by I've no money to buy you a smile I can't say the words to bid you farewell So I'll carry them with me a while.
You'll wave goodbye 'till I pass out of sight As you're waving goodbye for good I can't even take you part of the way I only wish that I could.
The dancing flames grow low Burning embers start to glow Pictures soon will fade Pictures that the flames have made Your hazy wistful face Suddenly is gone without a trace.
Summer days all float downstream, Wondering where the day has been Boats that sail away at night Come the day have sailed far out of sight.
Reminiscing, summer walks Empty glances, moonlit talks [Promises that mean so much Broken with a single touch/ Candy floss and ice cream cones Discotheques and Rolling Stones] Passing fancies fly away Empty shadows on a sunlit bay.
Summer days all [I] float downstream, Wondering where the day has been Boats that sail away at night Come the day have sailed far out of sight.
[Deserted evenings warm and still Strangers come and go at will Driftwood on the silent shore Laughter from an open door. Friendly faces once again Come inside before it starts to rain.]
Summer days all float downstream, Wondering where the day has been Boats that sail away at night Come the day have sailed far out of sight.
My gate is swinging open My fence is broken down My window's staring blindly Greets the callers with a frown And I need a place to hide away When I am feeling blue. Nothing else will do, babe Nothing else will do. I've got no friends to turn to When I am feeling low I'm lonely sad and empty Most everywhere I go I'd like to leave the world behind And try and start anew. Nothing else will do, babe Nothing else will do. All I ever wanted Was a place to call my own A place that's quiet and peaceful Where I can feel so all alone I've been told this place is heaven I wonder if it's true. Nothing else will do, babe Nothing else will do. But it seems the path to heaven Is always round the bend And always in the distance There's a road that has no end But I will hope to find it Before my life is through. Nothing else will do, babe Nothing else will do.
> Across the purple sky, all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving I do not count the time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? And I am not alone while my love is near me I know it will be so until it's time to go So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again I do not fear the time For who knows how my love grows? And who knows where the time goes?
At the gate you will wait And hesitate and you will lose I've got my life to live You must take what you make From the fake without a name I've nothing more to give.
But if pleasure means money, then take it all I'll make sure I'm out the next time you call I know that something always turns up in the end I've been my own worst friend.
I was blind, you were kind Now I find that I was shy Nothing to do but leave I understand, it was planned Like the sand I'm high and dry I've no more dreams to weave.
But if pleasure means money, then take it all I'll make sure I'm out the next time you call I know that something always turns up in the end I've been my own worst friend.
Like a fool, I was cool As a rule it works out fine This time it worked out wrong Now you've turned, I have learned And I've earned that which is mine Why not take me along.
But if pleasure means money, then take it all I'll make sure I'm out the next time you call I know that something always turns up in the end I've been my own worst friend.
> Old School Songs Half a bitter for the vicar He's here to save your soul He's looking fat and jovial Though he's nearly on the dole Anne Riley cooks his dinner She keeps him washed and fed She doesn't need much prompting To jump into his bed. And they all think they're so grand Yes, they all think they're so grand Yes, they all think they're so grand But they're not Oh no they're not. Dr. Watson drinks large whiskies He's nearly always high He supplements his income Aborting on the sly Mrs. Thompson is an angel In the W.V.S. Her meals on wheels are very cheap And she cooks the books for less. Sammy Cohen is the bookie Sitting over there Drinking three star brandy He doesn't seem to care No-one wants to know him They say he's been inside They say his dear old mother Committed suicide. Dr. Watson charged Anne Riley A fifty guinea fee For Mr. Thompson's peace of mind As far as I can see Mrs. Thompson envies Annie Cooking for the preacher And everyone thinks Sam Is a quite disgusting creature But if the truth was known It would shake all their foundations It seems the preacher lives On Sam's anonymous donations.