When I was 14, I joined the the Columbia Record Club. For fifty cents, I got to pick out 12 albums and agree to accept a new album sent to me every month.One of the records I picked out was "A Tramp Shining". I am now 67 and that album (plus his others) hits me the same way presently. I also love the fact that his son Jared Harris is a successful actor. He appeared on a record of his father's poetry called "I, In The Membership Of My Days".
Yeah! Hits me the same way. I felt so open and earnest as a young guy hearing this. It was a step away from the too-cool casual stuff that a lot of our singers put out. 75 years old but when I hear things like this I know ah, this is me who I'm happy to be.
@@garyrandall8604 I need to give the Membership album another chance. Upon first listen I felt like it was overwrought and too self-indulgent. But yes I’m more than willing to give this LP another spin to see if I can find the same value in it that I experienced with Tramp and Yard.
As wonderful to hear this tonight as when those albums came along, and we sat, a high school couple, on the edge of who we were becoming. If I could go back there, wrapped up in this, with her--
So nice to hear this for the first time. In 1968, when I was 12, my sister bought A Tramp Shining and played it so much that I knew it by heart. This was not on it and somehow, I missed out on the Yard Went On Forever. I guess because my sister didn't buy that one, for some reason.
The 2 albums are so unique and spectacular, it’s hard to say one is better than the other. But The Yard Went on Forever was more stunning. In any event, they are both incomparable.
@@Onpointe41 indeed. A Tramp Shining was a collection of songs that loosely could be considered a concept album, but The Yard was most definitely a concept album that told a story from start to finish, in the literary style and sequence of In Medias Res. The Yard stands out as Jimmy’s and Richard’s magnum opus in my opinion. I was instantly captivated and blown away the first time I played it back in 1987, and The Webb Sessions is one of my desert island CD’s.
Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Quote from English literature, (Only thing I remember!)embodies this song perfectly. The power of the written word coupled with the right music transports us into the moment….you feel the overwhelming pain…..powerful….
Yes, but sometimes when it was just barely or SO brief but so intense, then the pain can last a lifetime and drain one of hope and happiness when it is no more. Would be better sometimes it seems to have not yet loved in that sense, but have hope and some love remaining.
You can't erase the paper chase She'll make you players in the bright merry morning She'll run and hide and leave you the paper Promises behind her as she runs across the square You can't win the race, she will set the pace You'll hear her laughing just behind the foolish fences Throw back the gate and find the piece of paper Lying on the curbstone but the lady won't be there And later in the day, you will be searching for a way To let her know, you're ready for her little game to end 'Cause it's getting dark and then You'll see her face, a glimpse of lace And you'll go running through the last sweet dying day dreams Calling her name but she's been home an hour Laughing at the mirror and she combs her paper hair And later in the day, you will be searching for a way To let her know you're ready for her little game to end 'Cause it's getting dark and then You'll see her face, a glimpse of lace And you'll go running through the last sweet dying day dreams Calling her name but she's been home an hour Laughing at the mirror and she combs her paper hair
MacArthur Park Song by Richard Harris Lyrics Spring was never waiting for us, girl It ran one step ahead As we followed in the dance Between the parted pages and were pressed In love's hot, fevered iron Like a striped pair of pants MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again Oh no! I recall the yellow cotton dress Foaming like a wave On the ground around your knees The birds, like tender babies in your hands And the old men playing checkers by the trees MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again Oh no! There will be another song for me For I will sing it There will be another dream for me Someone will bring it I will drink the wine while it is warm And never let you catch me looking at the sun And after all the loves of my life After all the loves of my life You'll still be the one I will take my life into my hands and I will use it I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it I will have the things that I desire And my passion flow like rivers through the sky And after all the loves of my life Oh, after all the loves of my life I'll be thinking of you And wondering why MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again Oh no! Oh no No Oh no! Songwriter: Jimmy Webb MacArthur Park
Requiem 820 Latham Jimmy Webb Richard Harris Lyrics: When I came to you there in that cold telephone pole horror of the night, and you came out to meet me in that filmy thing and sit down on the porch swing; and I knew the moon would melt before I held you to my breast like that again. Why could I not die then? warm, behind the curtains of your hair. When we stopped the clock on that cold rock, mixed our hot young blood with granite dust; and I raised my head to kiss the sweat that hung like honey from your goddess brow; and I knew the mountainside would be ten million years of dust and rust before I took you up there again. Why could I not die then? warm, behind the curtains of your hair. Instead, I was found dead and well, carrying on my life with much gusto and death breath; buried without casket and no one writes my epitaph 'cause they heard that I'm still breathing and they think that means I'm still alive, I'm still alive. And I knew the mountainside would be ten million years of dust and rust before I took you up there again. And why could I not die then? warm, behind the curtains of your hair. Why could I not die then? since it doesn't really matter where.
Dancing Girl Song by Richard Harris Lyrics Dancing girl You have danced with me Til my dreams came true You have danced with me On and on, while the music played But I always knew it had to end this way some day Oh dancing girl Those who dance and sing Must leave love alone waiting in the wings When the curtain calls And it will I know You will leave my arms and go on with the show I know, and It will be a lonely world Without you dancing girl Oh my love I'll miss you so Songwriters: Jimmy Layne Webb Dancing Girl
Watermark Richard Harris WATERMARK LYRICS How delicate the tracery of her fine lines Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines Like a song half heard through a closed door Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore How innocent her visage as my child lover lies Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes Like an antique etching glass design that somehow turned out wrong I keep looking through old varnish At my late lover's body Caught on ancient canvas Decaying, disappearing Even as I sing this song How tenderly the tapestry is draved with my regret And the bittersweet inbindery that hasn't faded yet But I see the details dying in that distant soft design Like the taste of summer fading like that dusty winter wine How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears It's like a watermark that's never there and never really gone I keep looking through old varnish At my late lover's body Caught on ancient canvas Decaying, disappearing Even as I sing this song
@@spiritofseventysix1155 inbindery actually is “embroidery”. Thanks for posting though; it has given me new insight into this song’s contribution to the storyline.
The Yard Went on Forever Richard Harris THE YARD WENT ON FOREVER LYRICS [Background Chorus] Is everybody safe? Has everybody got a place to hide? Is everybody warm inside? [Verse 1] Hear them singing All the women of Pompeii Standing with the Kansas City housewives in doorways In volcanoes and tornadoes on doomsday [Background Chorus] De profundis clamavi ad te Domine Donae nobis pacem (5x) [Verse 2] There were houses, there were hoses There were sprinklers on the lawn There was an ironing board And she would stand and made her understand him And ask the children what they'd done at school that day And the yard went on forever [Verse 3] There were blouses with print roses, checkered shirts and white Levis There was a frying pan and she would cook their dreams while they were dreaming And later she would send them out to play And the yard went on forever [Background Chorus] Is everybody safe? Has everybody got a place to hide? Is everybody warm inside? [Verse 4] Hear them singing All the women of Pompeii Standing with the Nagasaki housewives in doorways In eruptions and destructions on doomsday [Background Chorus] De profundis clamavi ad te Domine Donae nobis pacem (x4)
It was all the Women of Bombai (Now Mumbai) the second time, to reflect to make change after India's independence. A truly great and heartrending song, as so many of Webb's songs (and songs sung by Harris, even some latter not written by Webb) are!
If You Must Leave My Life Richard Harris IF YOU MUST LEAVE MY LIFE LYRICS Standing in my eyes You'll always be the reason But I knew I couldn't keep you for good And I'm not even sure that I should But girl, if you must leave my life You leave me alone And baby, long before you leave my life Be sure you have your own Somewhere in my mouth There'll always be the taste of you Forever is so very long I don't want your life to go wrong So girl, if you must leave my life Consider every part And baby, long before you leave my life Be sure you have your heart 'Cause if it's not there When you unpack It might not be here When you get back
Lovers Such As I Lyrics Bless the song that no one sings, Bless the bell that no one rings, Bless the birds that have no wings, Old broken toys, sad little boys who don't know why, And Lovers, Lovers such as I Bless the place that no one goes, Bless the words that no one knows, Bless the rose that never grows, Lights that are dim, trees without limbs, babies that cry, And lovers, Lovers such as I, Wheels that don't turn, Fires that don't burn, Things that must die, And lovers, Lovers who let their chances go by, Such as you, Such As I Songwriters: Jimmy L Webb
I didnt know it was jimmy webb who wrote McArthur Park! So his name was mentioned by my music professor in my community college. He said he didn't do well there. Talk about the big one that got away! I stumbled into By The Time I Get To Phoenix in my guitar book. I love to play it on piano. I have got to get to guitar center to order a jimmy webb songbook. He's a homey from the Dino!
Didn’t We Song by Jimmy Webb Lyrics This time we almost made the pieces fit Didn't We, girl? This time we almost made some sense of it Didn't We, girl? This time I had the answer right here in my hand, Then I touched it and it had turned to sand, This time we almost sang our song in tune Didn't We, girl? This time we almost made it to the moon oh, Didn't We, girl? This time we almost made our poem rhyme, This time we almost made that long hard climb, Didn't We almost make it this time? This time we almost made the pieces fit Didn't We, girl? This time we almost made some sense of it Didn't We, girl? This time I had the answer right here in my hand, Then I touched it and it had turned to sand, This time we almost sang our song in tune Didn't We, girl? This time we almost made it to the moon oh, Didn't We, girl? This time we almost made our poem rhyme, This time we almost made that long hard climb, Didn't We almost make it this time? Songwriter: Jimmy Webb
One Of The Nicer Things Bbmaj7 Am7 D7 Gmaj7 She was far more beautiful than I, Cmaj7 Fmaj7 And so I didn't want to try. B7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 She was so unafraid. I was so shy. Gmaj7 Am7 D7 She left me trying desperately Gmaj7 Cmaj7 To think of one of the nicer things Fmaj7 B7 Emaj7 Amaj7 About my life, about me. She took time to talk to me. When she knew I didn't know what to say, She made me say it anyway And made me close my eyes So I could see one of the nicer things About my life, about me. G It's not that I'm so hurt that she is gone, A B Bm7 E It's just that I'm not sure she was really here. She was very fond of me. She loved me As she loved all things that drifted near. She tried to tell me. I didn't hear. And I suppose that's why she'll always be One of the nicer things About my life, about me.
Name of My Sorrow Lyrics Oh the last I heard from Shirley She was married to some guy Living south of Kansas City Too bad, I was so shy The last I heard from Linda She was looking much the same She was married to some guy Too bad I couldn't play her game I couldn’t play her game 'Cause Linda was the name of my sorrow And Shirley was too But now it's you And the last I heard of Mary Lou She still hadn’t learned to sing She was married to some guy Too bad I couldn't buy a ring The last I heard of Jane Everybody knew her name Star of something or the other Too bad I had no fame Too bad I had no fame 'Cause Jane was the name of my sorrow And Mary Lou was too But now it's you The last I heard from Marian She hadn't changed a bit Everything was in its place Too bad I didn't fit Oh the last I heard of Susan She still nursed a fickle flame And waited in her patient way Too bad I never came Too bad I never came 'Cause Susan was the name of my sorrow And Marian was too But now it's you
In the Final Hours lyrics Richard Harris Lyrics In the final hours With all my toy dreams tattered With all my singing scattered Out upon the wind And now the end Will find me Not prepared and strong the way I thought I was But thinking from the start How very caught I was, as though it mattered now Now the dying flowers Sing an old song that haunts me And now nobody wants me All alone (all alone) Lost between the last of summer showers These are the final hours (In the final hours) (In the final hours
Richard Harris Lyrics "Interim" were stranger than the others And they knew they had to hold us with a lighter hand. Most mornings found us searching for an answer And most evenings weren't suitable. We were wound about so tightly That we couldn't touch each other with a straw. And, Sue, I've got no real regrets, But, why then did you let both of us touch you? We were never really all that close; I guess I'm really getting mad for nothing. Your mother had a sofa and she rode it Like she thought it was a couch and four. You were marching in the drill team and I swear You really thought you had a boyfriend, didn't you? I never really wanted you, But, Sue, how could you face him every morning? I have several lives to live And each one of them continues without asking. It's all that I can do to count my skeletons And take my paid vacations. Your beauty titles ring a little strangely in my ears Sometimes in certain rooms. It may be true that you were innocent, But, Sue, then, why are you not crying? It may be true that you were innocent, But, Sue, then, why are you not crying? This song is from the album "Macarthur Park - Richard Harris Sings The Songs Of Jimmy Webb" and "Webb Sessions: 1968-69".
The Hive Richard Harris THE HIVE LYRICS See her walking whitely As though she really was a virgin With her tiny feet Precisely on the line She thinks her whitely thoughts About the whitely things she bought And the alter crouches silently Waiting for the virgin to arrive You can almost hear the buzzing of the hive They played the whitely music As though it was really music In the parking-lot they're lettering a sign The preacher says the proper things And then the rusty alto sings And now they'll all get roaring drunk Pretending theyre essentially alive While the proud procession leads her to the hive God blessed our happy cubicle Keep it safe and sanitized Homogenized and pasteurized Theres no place like numb Behold a formal female Disappearing through the doorway She has dreamed of this since she was only nine Shes never really fought it And now by God shes got it And the alter crouches silently Waiting for the virgin to arrive You can almost hear her screaming In the hive
This lyrics speak to something all too real that happens in our culture, and provide a good laugh to offset the pain. It's speaking from the point of view of a heart broken man in love with someone who once mutually shared a more spiritual and true, heavenly love. But he couldn't or failed to fit that culturally prescribed dream of hers in time, that she had been promised on some level since she was young, that wasn't available to him in the same way or perhaps he had higher ambitions so rejected it but also wanted it too, to put it all together with his true love. If it could have been him that would have been ideal for her, but since he didn't and/or couldn't another man that could even if they weren't in love in the same way would have to do... It was a true story that led to divorce in a few years time as such marriages often do. Sad but true this happens all too often!
Tracklist Sorted by:Running order 1 Didn't We 2 Paper Chase 3 Name Of My Sorrow 4 Lovers Such As I 5 In The Final Hours 6 MacArthur Park 7 Dancing Girl 8 If You Must Leave My Life 9 A Tramp Shining 10 The Yard Went On Forever 11 Watermark 12 Interim 13 Gayla 14 The Hymns From The Grand Terrace 15 The Hive 16 Lucky Me 17 That's The Way It Was 18 One Of The Nicer Things
The Hymns from the Grand Terrace Richard Harris THE HYMNS FROM THE GRAND TERRACE LYRICS [Intro] He married her He married her He put his arms around her And he carried her The way I should have The way I could have The way I never really would And he took her, off to Notre Dame On a train [1st Hymn] There was a hill we climbed and verse we rhymed Went flying across the waving grass like silver bells Against the curtain that the sky had made And so we played It was a sunny day and so we laid Beneath the rock that shelted us From passing planes The earth caught fire when we turned Nothing burned There were nights, when the lights would take us Nowhere, for a little while Cars would pass, we were out of gas And didn't care Though we walked a mile There was a DJ in LA Who we used to tune in at night to hear our favorite song We always heard it at the perfect time Upon the hill we climbed And now she's gone and I'm alone And though they say I should be safe, secure and sane I remember yesterday And the games that children played [2nd Hymn] If I could bind your mind To mine in time To keep you, from that world of his If I could change the strangeness in your kind Then I'd know where your soul is And then I'd know What song I'd have to sing To touch that chord within you And I would weave such wondrous songs When it was done I'd win you If I stand with the stars on either hand And say "girl, this ain't the answer" If I'd been where you're goin' But then I'd never be a dancer But if I was I'd know what step to take And laugh at what had freed me And smash the great wall down, girl When it was done You'd need me If I could face the fate that waits to cast me into shambles And sit across the velvet boards from God, then I would gamble And if I could I'd know what chance to take And before the devil sold you I'd bet my soul against the stars And when it was done I'd hold you [3rd Hymn] If I'd been born A different kind With a different heart And a different mind I might have stayed Afraid of what I'd find I guess your love will keep
Richard Harris Follow Lucky Me lyrics To blame me for his life I get bunches of roses from another guy And hate mail from his wife I date a stupid jerk who forgets my name Likes to make love watching TV And some guy calls in the middle of the night Just so I can hear him breathe Lucky me Lucky, lucky me I have everything in this whole wide world A girl could ever need, lucky me Oh yeah I've got a great car It's a red convertible, made by Mattel Got a nice house in the suburbs With 'Hell's Angels' for neighbors as well I've got a scholarship for a hundred years of college I wanna study dentistry But my folks just want me married And poppin' out the grand kids to keep them company Lucky me Lucky, lucky me I have everything in this whole wide world A girl could ever need, lucky me Lucky, lucky little old me I have everything in this whole wide world A girl could ever need Lucky me (Lucky me) Oh me (Lucky me) I think I wanna join the Hare Krishnas Give up all my worldly goods, cut off all my hair There's nothin' that I have right now, brings me any joy When I'm shopping at the mall, can't find it anywhere But I've got my tamagotchi And I've got my wristwatch phone I got so many friends on the Internet I could never be alone I've got just enough cash to pay a lot of tax But not enough to quit my job Got a fool's gold ring, credit card debt Psychiatrist for my dog Lucky me Lucky, lucky little old me I have everything in this whole wide world A girl could ever need, lucky me Oh, lucky, lucky little old me I have everything in this whole wide world A girl could ever need Lucky me Oh, lucky, lucky little old me I have everything in this whole wide world A girl could ever need Lucky me
Richard Harris Follow Gayla lyrics It ran one step ahead As we followed in the dance Between the parted pages And were pressed in love's hot, fevered iron Like a striped pair of pants MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again, oh no I recall the yellow cotton dress Foaming like a wave On the ground around your knees The birds like tender babies in your hands And the old men playing checkers, by the trees MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again, oh no There will be another song for me For I will sing it There will be another dream for me Someone will bring it I will drink the wine while it is warm And never let you catch me looking at the sun And after all the loves of my life After all the loves of my life, you'll still be the one I will take my life into my hands and I will use it I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it I will have the things that I desire And my passion flow like rivers through the sky And after all the loves of my life Oh, after all the loves of my life I'll be thinking of you and wondering why MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again Oh no, oh no, no, no, oh no It ran one step ahead As we followed in the dance
@@dalemorris2460 The song describes a child just being a child, and then someone saying, or doing something gross to her, or something gross in her presence.
Remember, this entire concept album is about him growing up with his childhood sweetheart, with the plot starting at about age 9. This song in particular is a metaphor for the loss of childhood innocence that occurs at the onset of puberty. For females specifically, these biological processes cause the personality to change almost irrevocably, and usually for the worst. This song is mourning that innocent little girl who is now experiencing the ravages of hormones, personality changes and growth spurts; the fact that the little girl is seemingly gone forever and got replaced by a moody and sometimes sulky & sarcastic teenager; a condition which from which it takes years to recover.
I listened to that version. Got to disagree. That arrangement is a little syrupy for my taste. A lot syrupy actually. Predictable, uninspired string arrangement. Webb's version is much more creative and bold. For example, the writing from 5:33 to 7:00 is achingly beautiful. Just listen to the chord at 5:42 on the word "shambles". That's creative, inspired writing. By the way, thank you for hipping me to that Pete Townshend album you have on your page. Good stuff.
@@lbird2 Well, for me, Artie Butler has always done the best strings, but at least we agree that Webb has done some brilliant work, and I place him close to Rundgren, Wilson, McCartney, Bacharach and Jobim. Pete, of course, rules, too.
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When I was 14, I joined the the Columbia Record Club. For fifty cents, I got to pick out 12 albums and agree to accept a new album sent to me every month.One of the records I picked out was "A Tramp Shining". I am now 67 and that album (plus his others) hits me the same way presently.
I also love the fact that his son Jared Harris is a successful actor. He appeared on a record of his father's poetry called "I, In The Membership Of My Days".
Bought this at 15, turning 70 in June. Here I am at midnight with the headphones on looking out at Lake Huron
as enamored as I was then
Yeah! Hits me the same way. I felt so open and earnest as a young guy hearing this. It was a step away from the too-cool casual stuff that a lot of our singers put out. 75 years old but when I hear things like this I know ah, this is me who I'm happy to be.
@@garyrandall8604 I need to give the Membership album another chance. Upon first listen I felt like it was overwrought and too self-indulgent. But yes I’m more than willing to give this LP another spin to see if I can find the same value in it that I experienced with Tramp and Yard.
What is your taste in music.
As wonderful to hear this tonight as when those albums came along, and we sat, a high school couple, on the edge of who we were becoming. If I could go back there, wrapped up in this, with her--
Understood.
As all of us would.
Jesus God. How Webb writes, and how this man sings.
there goes the neighbourhood ,,,no need for the J word and the G word needs an extra O ,,,
there goes the neighbour hood
@@Gaeill this really expresses how outstanding each was and there’s no wordily way to describe how good they were together.
Sad beautiful song. The orchestration is like something in a movie. This is for people whom feel with the heart.
May I add, those who have one to feel with . yet to mothers everywhere .
And whose heart was ripped out!
What a deep moving song so beautifully sung and the music amazing!!
So nice to hear this for the first time. In 1968, when I was 12, my sister bought A Tramp Shining and played it so much that I knew it by heart. This was not on it and somehow, I missed out on the Yard Went On Forever. I guess because my sister didn't buy that one, for some reason.
The emotion in his voice says it all!
I love this song and all of a Tramp Shining. This was just before Carol Morgan dumped me end of ‘69. Still brings it back after 50 years...........
Been there done that.
Richard Harris...singer extraordinaire.
The 2 albums are so unique and spectacular, it’s hard to say one is better than the other. But The Yard Went on Forever was more stunning. In any event, they are both incomparable.
@@Onpointe41 indeed. A Tramp Shining was a collection of songs that loosely could be considered a concept album, but The Yard was most definitely a concept album that told a story from start to finish, in the literary style and sequence of In Medias Res. The Yard stands out as Jimmy’s and Richard’s magnum opus in my opinion. I was instantly captivated and blown away the first time I played it back in 1987, and The Webb Sessions is one of my desert island CD’s.
Thank you so much for taking the time and trouble to upload. Wonderful.
Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Quote from English literature, (Only thing I remember!)embodies this song perfectly. The power of the written word coupled with the right music transports us into the moment….you feel the overwhelming pain…..powerful….
From a poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "In Memoriam A.H.H." A.H.H. was his best friend and his sister's suitor.
Yes, but sometimes when it was just barely or SO brief but so intense, then the pain can last a lifetime and drain one of hope and happiness when it is no more. Would be better sometimes it seems to have not yet loved in that sense, but have hope and some love remaining.
When regrets and heartbreak is mixed with loss from death it's on another level. 😢😭😩🌌🌈🌠🌠🌠🌠🙏🙏🙏🙏
God bless you and jimmie webb.
Wanderfull voice.bravo.😢
Incredible!
I had all of his albums !!! .... btw... Borstal Boy one of my favs by Brendan Behan !!!
I never heard before, thanks, great song in a way of RH!
He will always be king Arthur to me. Great record…
You can't erase the paper chase She'll make you players in the bright merry morning She'll run and hide and leave you the paper Promises behind her as she runs across the square You can't win the race, she will set the pace You'll hear her laughing just behind the foolish fences Throw back the gate and find the piece of paper Lying on the curbstone but the lady won't be there And later in the day, you will be searching for a way To let her know, you're ready for her little game to end 'Cause it's getting dark and then You'll see her face, a glimpse of lace And you'll go running through the last sweet dying day dreams Calling her name but she's been home an hour Laughing at the mirror and she combs her paper hair And later in the day, you will be searching for a way To let her know you're ready for her little game to end 'Cause it's getting dark and then You'll see her face, a glimpse of lace And you'll go running through the last sweet dying day dreams Calling her name but she's been home an hour Laughing at the mirror and she combs her paper hair
Miss you, thank you.
I Have a copy of the original vinyl release of the Slides album which I purchased new from a record store. Unique looks like a big slide. good times!
MacArthur Park
Song by Richard Harris
Lyrics
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh no!
I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh no!
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
And after all the loves of my life
Oh, after all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh no!
Oh no
No
Oh no!
Songwriter: Jimmy Webb
MacArthur Park
Requiem 820 Latham
Jimmy Webb
Richard Harris
Lyrics:
When I came to you there in that cold telephone pole horror of the night, and you came out to meet me in that filmy thing and sit down on the porch swing; and I knew the moon would melt before I held you to my breast like that again. Why could I not die then? warm, behind the curtains of your hair. When we stopped the clock on that cold rock, mixed our hot young blood with granite dust; and I raised my head to kiss the sweat that hung like honey from your goddess brow; and I knew the mountainside would be ten million years of dust and rust before I took you up there again. Why could I not die then? warm, behind the curtains of your hair. Instead, I was found dead and well, carrying on my life with much gusto and death breath; buried without casket and no one writes my epitaph 'cause they heard that I'm still breathing and they think that means I'm still alive, I'm still alive. And I knew the mountainside would be ten million years of dust and rust before I took you up there again. And why could I not die then? warm, behind the curtains of your hair. Why could I not die then? since it doesn't really matter where.
Brilliance!
Dancing Girl
Song by Richard Harris
Lyrics
Dancing girl
You have danced with me
Til my dreams came true
You have danced with me
On and on, while the music played
But I always knew it had to end this way some day
Oh dancing girl
Those who dance and sing
Must leave love alone waiting in the wings
When the curtain calls
And it will I know
You will leave my arms and go on with the show
I know, and
It will be a lonely world
Without you dancing girl
Oh my love I'll miss you so
Songwriters: Jimmy Layne Webb
Dancing Girl
Watermark
Richard Harris
WATERMARK LYRICS
How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines
Like a song half heard through a closed door
Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore
How innocent her visage as my child lover lies
Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes
Like an antique etching glass design that somehow turned out wrong
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
Decaying, disappearing
Even as I sing this song
How tenderly the tapestry is draved with my regret
And the bittersweet inbindery that hasn't faded yet
But I see the details dying in that distant soft design
Like the taste of summer fading like that dusty winter wine
How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears
You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears
It's like a watermark that's never there and never really gone
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
Decaying, disappearing
Even as I sing this song
@@spiritofseventysix1155 inbindery actually is “embroidery”. Thanks for posting though; it has given me new insight into this song’s contribution to the storyline.
너무아름답고도 섬세한 곡입니다 최고예요 👍 너무사랑하고 영원히기억할것입니다
He had some good hits
The Yard Went on Forever
Richard Harris
THE YARD WENT ON FOREVER LYRICS
[Background Chorus]
Is everybody safe?
Has everybody got a place to hide?
Is everybody warm inside?
[Verse 1]
Hear them singing
All the women of Pompeii
Standing with the Kansas City housewives in doorways
In volcanoes and tornadoes on doomsday
[Background Chorus]
De profundis clamavi ad te Domine
Donae nobis pacem
(5x)
[Verse 2]
There were houses, there were hoses
There were sprinklers on the lawn
There was an ironing board
And she would stand and made her understand him
And ask the children what they'd done at school that day
And the yard went on forever
[Verse 3]
There were blouses with print roses, checkered shirts and white Levis
There was a frying pan and she would cook their dreams while they were dreaming
And later she would send them out to play
And the yard went on forever
[Background Chorus]
Is everybody safe?
Has everybody got a place to hide?
Is everybody warm inside?
[Verse 4]
Hear them singing
All the women of Pompeii
Standing with the Nagasaki housewives in doorways
In eruptions and destructions on doomsday
[Background Chorus]
De profundis clamavi ad te Domine
Donae nobis pacem
(x4)
It was all the Women of Bombai (Now Mumbai) the second time, to reflect to make change after India's independence. A truly great and heartrending song, as so many of Webb's songs (and songs sung by Harris, even some latter not written by Webb) are!
It did. It really did.
If You Must Leave My Life
Richard Harris
IF YOU MUST LEAVE MY LIFE LYRICS
Standing in my eyes
You'll always be the reason
But I knew I couldn't keep you for good
And I'm not even sure that I should
But girl, if you must leave my life
You leave me alone
And baby, long before you leave my life
Be sure you have your own
Somewhere in my mouth
There'll always be the taste of you
Forever is so very long
I don't want your life to go wrong
So girl, if you must leave my life
Consider every part
And baby, long before you leave my life
Be sure you have your heart
'Cause if it's not there
When you unpack
It might not be here
When you get back
Lovers Such As I
Lyrics
Bless the song that no one sings,
Bless the bell that no one rings,
Bless the birds that have no wings,
Old broken toys, sad little boys who don't know why,
And Lovers,
Lovers such as I
Bless the place that no one goes,
Bless the words that no one knows,
Bless the rose that never grows,
Lights that are dim, trees without limbs, babies that cry,
And lovers,
Lovers such as I,
Wheels that don't turn,
Fires that don't burn,
Things that must die,
And lovers,
Lovers who let their chances go by,
Such as you,
Such
As
I
Songwriters: Jimmy L Webb
I didnt know it was jimmy webb who wrote McArthur Park! So his name was mentioned by my music professor in my community college. He said he didn't do well there. Talk about the big one that got away! I stumbled into By The Time I Get To Phoenix in my guitar book. I love to play it on piano. I have got to get to guitar center to order a jimmy webb songbook. He's a homey from the Dino!
Spirit of seventy six saw him in seventy two he was a real man love him
Didn’t We
Song by Jimmy Webb
Lyrics
This time we almost made the pieces fit
Didn't We, girl?
This time we almost made some sense of it
Didn't We, girl?
This time I had the answer right here in my hand,
Then I touched it and it had turned to sand,
This time we almost sang our song in tune
Didn't We, girl?
This time we almost made it to the moon oh,
Didn't We, girl?
This time we almost made our poem rhyme,
This time we almost made that long hard climb,
Didn't We almost make it this time?
This time we almost made the pieces fit
Didn't We, girl?
This time we almost made some sense of it
Didn't We, girl?
This time I had the answer right here in my hand,
Then I touched it and it had turned to sand,
This time we almost sang our song in tune
Didn't We, girl?
This time we almost made it to the moon oh,
Didn't We, girl?
This time we almost made our poem rhyme,
This time we almost made that long hard climb,
Didn't We almost make it this time?
Songwriter: Jimmy Webb
One Of The Nicer Things Bbmaj7 Am7 D7 Gmaj7 She was far more beautiful than I, Cmaj7 Fmaj7 And so I didn't want to try. B7 Emaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 She was so unafraid. I was so shy. Gmaj7 Am7 D7 She left me trying desperately Gmaj7 Cmaj7 To think of one of the nicer things Fmaj7 B7 Emaj7 Amaj7 About my life, about me. She took time to talk to me. When she knew I didn't know what to say, She made me say it anyway And made me close my eyes So I could see one of the nicer things About my life, about me. G It's not that I'm so hurt that she is gone, A B Bm7 E It's just that I'm not sure she was really here. She was very fond of me. She loved me As she loved all things that drifted near. She tried to tell me. I didn't hear. And I suppose that's why she'll always be One of the nicer things About my life, about me.
Richard Forever!
Name of My Sorrow
Lyrics
Oh the last I heard from Shirley
She was married to some guy
Living south of Kansas City
Too bad, I was so shy
The last I heard from Linda
She was looking much the same
She was married to some guy
Too bad I couldn't play her game
I couldn’t play her game
'Cause Linda was the name of my sorrow
And Shirley was too
But now it's you
And the last I heard of Mary Lou
She still hadn’t learned to sing
She was married to some guy
Too bad I couldn't buy a ring
The last I heard of Jane
Everybody knew her name
Star of something or the other
Too bad I had no fame
Too bad I had no fame
'Cause Jane was the name of my sorrow
And Mary Lou was too
But now it's you
The last I heard from Marian
She hadn't changed a bit
Everything was in its place
Too bad I didn't fit
Oh the last I heard of Susan
She still nursed a fickle flame
And waited in her patient way
Too bad I never came
Too bad I never came
'Cause Susan was the name of my sorrow
And Marian was too
But now it's you
In the Final Hours lyrics
Richard Harris
Lyrics
In the final hours
With all my toy dreams tattered
With all my singing scattered
Out upon the wind
And now the end
Will find me
Not prepared and strong the way I thought I was
But thinking from the start
How very caught I was, as though it mattered now
Now the dying flowers
Sing an old song that haunts me
And now nobody wants me
All alone (all alone)
Lost between the last of summer showers
These are the final hours
(In the final hours)
(In the final hours
I believe it was "how very cold I was, as if it mattered now".
Richard Harris Lyrics
"Interim"
were stranger than the others And they knew they had to hold us with a lighter hand.
Most mornings found us searching for an answer
And most evenings weren't suitable.
We were wound about so tightly
That we couldn't touch each other with a straw.
And, Sue, I've got no real regrets,
But, why then did you let both of us touch you?
We were never really all that close;
I guess I'm really getting mad for nothing.
Your mother had a sofa and she rode it
Like she thought it was a couch and four.
You were marching in the drill team and I swear
You really thought you had a boyfriend, didn't you?
I never really wanted you,
But, Sue, how could you face him every morning?
I have several lives to live
And each one of them continues without asking.
It's all that I can do to count my skeletons
And take my paid vacations.
Your beauty titles ring a little strangely in my ears
Sometimes in certain rooms.
It may be true that you were innocent,
But, Sue, then, why are you not crying?
It may be true that you were innocent,
But, Sue, then, why are you not crying?
This song is from the album "Macarthur Park - Richard Harris Sings The Songs Of Jimmy Webb" and "Webb Sessions: 1968-69".
The Hive
Richard Harris
THE HIVE LYRICS
See her walking whitely
As though she really was a virgin
With her tiny feet
Precisely on the line
She thinks her whitely thoughts
About the whitely things she bought
And the alter crouches silently
Waiting for the virgin to arrive
You can almost hear the buzzing of the hive
They played the whitely music
As though it was really music
In the parking-lot they're lettering a sign
The preacher says the proper things
And then the rusty alto sings
And now they'll all get roaring drunk
Pretending theyre essentially alive
While the proud procession leads her to the hive
God blessed our happy cubicle
Keep it safe and sanitized
Homogenized and pasteurized
Theres no place like numb
Behold a formal female
Disappearing through the doorway
She has dreamed of this since she was only nine
Shes never really fought it
And now by God shes got it
And the alter crouches silently
Waiting for the virgin to arrive
You can almost hear her screaming
In the hive
This lyrics speak to something all too real that happens in our culture, and provide a good laugh to offset the pain. It's speaking from the point of view of a heart broken man in love with someone who once mutually shared a more spiritual and true, heavenly love.
But he couldn't or failed to fit that culturally prescribed dream of hers in time, that she had been promised on some level since she was young, that wasn't available to him in the same way or perhaps he had higher ambitions so rejected it but also wanted it too, to put it all together with his true love. If it could have been him that would have been ideal for her, but since he didn't and/or couldn't another man that could even if they weren't in love in the same way would have to do...
It was a true story that led to divorce in a few years time as such marriages often do. Sad but true this happens all too often!
Tracklist
Sorted by:Running order
1 Didn't We
2 Paper Chase
3 Name Of My Sorrow
4 Lovers Such As I
5 In The Final Hours
6 MacArthur Park
7 Dancing Girl
8 If You Must Leave My Life
9 A Tramp Shining
10 The Yard Went On Forever
11 Watermark
12 Interim
13 Gayla
14 The Hymns From The Grand
Terrace
15 The Hive
16 Lucky Me
17 That's The Way It Was
18 One Of The Nicer Things
The Hymns from the Grand Terrace
Richard Harris
THE HYMNS FROM THE GRAND TERRACE LYRICS
[Intro]
He married her
He married her
He put his arms around her
And he carried her
The way I should have
The way I could have
The way I never really would
And he took her, off to Notre Dame
On a train
[1st Hymn]
There was a hill we climbed and verse we rhymed
Went flying across the waving grass like silver bells
Against the curtain that the sky had made
And so we played
It was a sunny day and so we laid
Beneath the rock that shelted us
From passing planes
The earth caught fire when we turned
Nothing burned
There were nights, when the lights would take us
Nowhere, for a little while
Cars would pass, we were out of gas
And didn't care
Though we walked a mile
There was a DJ in LA
Who we used to tune in at night to hear our favorite song
We always heard it at the perfect time
Upon the hill we climbed
And now she's gone and I'm alone
And though they say I should be safe, secure and sane
I remember yesterday
And the games that children played
[2nd Hymn]
If I could bind your mind
To mine in time
To keep you, from that world of his
If I could change the strangeness in your kind
Then I'd know where your soul is
And then I'd know
What song I'd have to sing
To touch that chord within you
And I would weave such wondrous songs
When it was done
I'd win you
If I stand with the stars on either hand
And say "girl, this ain't the answer"
If I'd been where you're goin'
But then
I'd never be a dancer
But if I was
I'd know what step to take
And laugh at what had freed me
And smash the great wall down, girl
When it was done
You'd need me
If I could face the fate that waits to cast me into shambles
And sit across the velvet boards from God, then I would gamble
And if I could
I'd know what chance to take
And before the devil sold you
I'd bet my soul against the stars
And when it was done
I'd hold you
[3rd Hymn]
If I'd been born
A different kind
With a different heart
And a different mind
I might have stayed
Afraid of what I'd find
I guess your love will keep
These are not all the lyrics to this song.
Richard Harris Follow
Lucky Me lyrics
To blame me for his life
I get bunches of roses from another guy
And hate mail from his wife
I date a stupid jerk who forgets my name
Likes to make love watching TV
And some guy calls in the middle of the night
Just so I can hear him breathe
Lucky me
Lucky, lucky me
I have everything in this whole wide world
A girl could ever need, lucky me
Oh yeah
I've got a great car
It's a red convertible, made by Mattel
Got a nice house in the suburbs
With 'Hell's Angels' for neighbors as well
I've got a scholarship for a hundred years of college
I wanna study dentistry
But my folks just want me married
And poppin' out the grand kids to keep them company
Lucky me
Lucky, lucky me
I have everything in this whole wide world
A girl could ever need, lucky me
Lucky, lucky little old me
I have everything in this whole wide world
A girl could ever need
Lucky me
(Lucky me)
Oh me
(Lucky me)
I think I wanna join the Hare Krishnas
Give up all my worldly goods, cut off all my hair
There's nothin' that I have right now, brings me any joy
When I'm shopping at the mall, can't find it anywhere
But I've got my tamagotchi
And I've got my wristwatch phone
I got so many friends on the Internet
I could never be alone
I've got just enough cash to pay a lot of tax
But not enough to quit my job
Got a fool's gold ring, credit card debt
Psychiatrist for my dog
Lucky me
Lucky, lucky little old me
I have everything in this whole wide world
A girl could ever need, lucky me
Oh, lucky, lucky little old me
I have everything in this whole wide world
A girl could ever need
Lucky me
Oh, lucky, lucky little old me
I have everything in this whole wide world
A girl could ever need
Lucky me
Richard Harris Follow
Gayla lyrics
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages
And were pressed in love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again, oh no
I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers, by the trees
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again, oh no
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life, you'll still be the one
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
And after all the loves of my life
Oh, after all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you and wondering why
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh no, oh no, no, no, oh no
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
No, these aren't the Gayla lyrics, but a mixed up Mish mash of MacArthur Park!
Richard Harris and Elvis....... yeah pretty much somes it up....far as I'm concerned
Other than that he had that hit MAcArthur,s park
whats GAYLA about ??
Adult shabby innuendoes or jokes, around a young innocent
@@joeloesch1219 hey joe just not sure if that answered the question ,i think i guess as far as your answer ,was just hoping for a little more clarity
@@dalemorris2460 The song describes a child just being a child, and then someone saying, or doing something gross to her, or something gross in her presence.
Remember, this entire concept album is about him growing up with his childhood sweetheart, with the plot starting at about age 9. This song in particular is a metaphor for the loss of childhood innocence that occurs at the onset of puberty. For females specifically, these biological processes cause the personality to change almost irrevocably, and usually for the worst. This song is mourning that innocent little girl who is now experiencing the ravages of hormones, personality changes and growth spurts; the fact that the little girl is seemingly gone forever and got replaced by a moody and sometimes sulky & sarcastic teenager; a condition which from which it takes years to recover.
It's about child sexual abuse.
Oh wow he looks weird without the mustache
Better, though. Clean-shaven looks best on his face.
@@ziggersz4899 yeah i guess
Horrible orchestration on this... Mark Lindsay's version is by far the definitive take on this great song. That includes Webb's rendition, too.
I listened to that version. Got to disagree. That arrangement is a little syrupy for my taste. A lot syrupy actually. Predictable, uninspired string arrangement. Webb's version is much more creative and bold.
For example, the writing from 5:33 to 7:00 is achingly beautiful. Just listen to the chord at 5:42 on the word "shambles". That's creative, inspired writing.
By the way, thank you for hipping me to that Pete Townshend album you have on your page. Good stuff.
@@lbird2 Well, for me, Artie Butler has always done the best strings, but at least we agree that Webb has done some brilliant work, and I place him close to Rundgren, Wilson, McCartney, Bacharach and Jobim. Pete, of course, rules, too.