Albie's Note: Phil Everly (January 19, 1939 – January 3, 2014) has passed from this mortal coil. On a TV show in the '80s I once heard John Sebastion call him "the greatest high harmony singer who ever lived."
The Everlys are SEMINAL... Basic American Music 101, plain and simple.
Here is a cut I always liked from their BORN YESTERDAY album; Don and Phil doing a sad Bob Dylan song and making it somehow joyous.
But then agan...ALL their stuff came out that way! PEACE.
ABANDONED LOVE
Words and Music by Bob Dylan
I can see the turning of the key
I’ve been deceived by the clown inside of me
I thought that he was right but he's afraid
Oh, something’s telling me I wear the ball and chain
My patron saint is fighting with a ghost
He’s always off somewhere when I need him most
The Spanish moon is rising on the hill
But my heart is telling me I love you still
Everybody’s wearing a disguise
To hide what they’ve got left behind their eyes
But me, I can’t cover what I am
Wherever the children go, I’ll follow them
I march in the parade of liberty
But as long as I love you I’m not free
How long must I suffer such abuse
Won’t you let me see you smile before I turn you loose?
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed
I asked you please to cross me off your list
My head tells me it’s time to make a change
But my heart is telling me I love you but you’re strange
So one more time at midnight, near the wall
Take off your heavy makeup and your shawl
Won’t you come down from the throne-room where you sit?
Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it
I come back to the town from the flaming moon
I see you in the street, I begin to swoon
I'd love to see you dress before the mirror
Won’t you let me in your room one time before I finally disappear?
REST IN PEACE, PHIL.
2 comments:
Loved the Everly Brothers, grew up listening to them as a teenager.
NEIL: I always hate sounding like the old fogie... but you and i both know: THAT was music!
Today's radio stuff doesnt even compare.
Thanks as usual for stoppin' brother :)
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