dogsetc. wrote:He knows more about music technically than i do, which i think is why i enjoyed it especially as a commentary—another voice and another language. And i like the form of improvised response that it involves, he doesn't know what's about to happen next so he's very much in-the-moment, as it were.
Yes, very much so, I thought. It was delightful to see the little smiles and changes of expression as his expectations kept getting defeated each time he thought he had something pegged. That aspect I enjoyed tremendously and again credit him for being so open-minded (and to Cardiacs). I was just hoping he had a stronger reaction to the second part, which is one of the stranger things Tim's ever written. He didn't really convey a sense of that strangeness.
It's an amazing 'song', in two very distinct halves. In the context of Guns as a whole it's a strong 9 from me.
There are a few tunes on Guns
I like a little better as I've said, but it's one of the most peculiar exercises in genre I can think of. All through the album, Tim has this truly bizarre Americana fetish (and trust me, as a Yank, the only "America" he evokes is the one in his singular imagination), even more pronouncedly on Sleep All Eyes Open.
"And if the skeeters don't him then the gators all will." At first, the general feel is transatlantic psychedelia, but it keeps head-butting into these breaks that vaguely suggest late-70s Yes at their most peculiar.
Oh, and the lyrics of the second half he was so frustrated at not catching:All good news for now
Rods make buildings in the sand pit
Fiona kissed my desk
Me I just stay out the way
Old ounce weights all blown upside down
Air, light, and labour saving devices
All sun skim her I don't want to go home
Drag back, lighting up time
Thin yellow on the cotton white
And the beautiful strangers stripes were green
And make her full of secrets
And sounded like her name
And sounded like her hair
Which I tried to smell but made a funny face instead
Lie for the beads, they are not for me
Hide them in a match box
Made all special with white cotton wool
Keep the ones that click on teeth
Hand me back the ones that won't
Hand me back the rest with the box
I love you
I have no words for how gobsmacking that is ...