Now Diamond may not have the pretty boy looks, but his image is wholesome and he is a proven writer of hit songs in more than one guise.Īfter being dropped by labels twice in the early 1960s, he bounced back to give The Monkees a pair of sumptuous hits (I’m a Believer and A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You) and he?s also one of the most covered artistes in pop history. Neil Diamond?s Hot August Night live album released in 1972 sealed his position as a music legend. That song, I Am … I Said, is a seemingly innocuous work that, upon closer reflection, is a heartfelt declaration of alienation and confusion, and it still wreaks havoc on me.
Needless to say, this idea has been expressed countless times through music and while I grew up on a grim diet of Black Sabbath nihilism, many of my contemporaries felt that Senor Cobain was best at articulating such sentiments.īut one song of despair and confusion that speaks directly from the heart emerged from an unlikely source … one-time top 40 hit machine Neil Diamond.
For which one of us doesn?t have doubts about who we are and what our life is really for? ONce in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it unlike a dip shite right.There was a time when Neil Diamond, the king of catchy singalongs, bared his soul to churn out some profoundly poignant music.ĮXISTENTIAL angst is as old as the hills. Like they had to do with almost all their songs that aren't just verbatim cover songs. These words were written by an outside contractor they had to pay on the side in order to come up with lyrics because they couldn't. Because it's a great example of how most people's favorite Grateful Dead lyrics weren't even written by anyone in the Grateful Dead. Interesting how you quote the lyrics to the song instead of just posting a link. Eyes of the World- More Grateful Dead Right outside this lazy summer home You ain't got time to call your soul a critic no Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home Wondering where the nut-thatch winters Wings a mile long just carried the bird away Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenings and songs of it's own There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay And night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenings and songs of it's own Sometimes we live no particular way but our own And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenings and songs of it's own
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