Monobrowed?

It makes me think of my Grandparents.

As of March, all gone.

Passed into history.

This is what seals it as a masterpiece.

You know we'll soon be gone from here, year upon light year
We'll take the stories with us there, the memories are dear.

Dreaming of tomorrow - you know there's no today.

It is over.

Side 1 was OK but unremarkable and I don't really know what the point of Side 2 was.

Now to look back at the thread and see what everybody else made of it.

I shall give it 3 stars.

I feel broken with emotion.

Those last two parts of OOTDIE catch me unawares every time.

WhatDoesThisButtonDo? wrote:

I'm not sure this 70s over production helps these sort of thing. Lightly strummed acoustic guitar and a couple of vocal overdubs here and there and it would be perfect.

WhatDoesThisButtonDo? wrote:

I've tried to like his 70s stuff, but the songs don't seem as good at the 60s ones, and the production crushes the uniqueness of his songs and voice.

I'm counting Stormcock as a 60s one.

I stand by every drunken word, there were some great bits on side 2, but side one was err..

I'd still prefer Folkjokeopus Flat Baroque And Berserk to his 70s stuff, to be honest.

I shall also give it ★★★, no matter how good side 2 was, if you've got a whole side of :meh: that's the best I can do.

The way he anticipates and encompasses the passing of so many generation's passing - the way he illusrates their time in such humbly beautiiful words - is brilliant.

It is brilliant and it moves me to tears every time I hear it.

Slowly slipping into history feel us go
With these times another age could never know
See the photos black and white and quaintly dressed
Stood in queues of people smiling, sorely pressed.

Your silent room is the collection of your ways
Every shelf is built of all those different days
And those much younger cannot understand by half
The wireless living room, the faces 'round the hearth.

The rushing boots of Matthews out there on the wing
The corner shop that sold us almost everything
The farthing in the change, the sirens and the planes
Puffing billies, shunting heroes down the lane, down the lane.

You know we'll soon be gone from here, year upon light year
We'll take the stories with us there, the memories are dear.

Then, the way he brings it into a perfect but also bygone time of his own childhood adds extra pathos.

Harper is genius.