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lyrics
In the midst of the winter the house is still in its slumber
but for the rain's soft patter
and the room is lowly lit
blue in the afternoon's emerging gloom
as it changes over.
Over and over I emerge from a fitful slumber.
My mind, it is rapt.
It is a billowing sail.
and as the winter planes I founder in the gales of my history.
oh brother, the grim caverns of memory
was it the constant pursuit of money?
or my ceaseless melancholy?
our fading esteem of a crystalline dream?
and I am wondering is my memory of the past
exactly the same as the factual past?
I got up and went outside
to take in some of the air out in our yard,
where in the summer
I'd watch the neighbor's dog twitching in a slumber
under the beach trees of our street,
also beautiful and green.
I took a walk down to my favorite shore
The wind whipped in my direction
I was trying to think of something to say at your wedding
love makes a family, a parlour guitar strummed pastorally
A cloud of thunder breaks the blue fog of my revelry
You in that tie dyed shirt, singing Waltz Of The Wind
The tears brined my skin
till the record needle wears and the song just sounds like mumbling.
On a beach, a Black Pot beach,
A shama thrush sang on a tree up above me
A shama thrush, ancient vespers sang to dawn's estuary
A shama thrush, so tiny that bird barely bent the twig of a tree
A shama thrush
And there is a thunderless golden light for the blue fog of my mind
SO gorgeous and fragile. Setting the tone for the whole set, this track is so SO sweet and lovely... the entire LP is a revelation and such a joy! EXTREMELY well done!! Ur Trommler
“Portraits” is a collection of expertly drawn narrative songs with sharply observed lyrics and rustic instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 25, 2022
Maybe the best thing David ever did, which makes me extremely sad. A Jews record in all but name, but more direct in its lyricism without losing that indescribable feeling, that beauty and sorrow and lighthearted sarcasm all rolled into one profound set of lyrics that are David Berman. Not to mention the band playing on the record is probably the best Berman ever recorded with. Rest in Peace DCB. jack_thorn16