...e dei por mim a recordar roy harper

...and she knows as she watches over the evening star

that we'll all be together no matter where we all are...

uma das canções da minha vida demora quase vinte minutos

outra pérola escondida em "bullinamingvase", seguramente um dos discos da minha vida, é esta canção de roy harper, talvez o mais solitário de todos os meus heróis na música. prezo-o também por isso.

Here comes the patter of rain on my window

I've woken again to the world on my pillow

Wondering how I can beg, steal or borrow

A girl who won't fight me but quietly follow.

Straight as a die and as clear as a crystal

I come from a temple as trod as a footstool

To hiding a brothel inside a cathedral

The man in the mirror, the fool in the ideal.

Pulling apart with a speechless unweaving

Dignity reels in the hearts of the grieving

Walking the touch line twixt truth and deceiving

A tear in a smile and a while wrenching leaving.

Oh help me now, my long lost love, the dusk has drawn my soul

Relishing the autumn

Maybe it's the tragedy in loving that I live

Cherishing the lonesome.

I'd like to dance and sing my song upon a summer mountain

With just a quiet girl along for daisy petal counting

To set our sails into the West, the dream of all our forebears

To where the sun is at his best, gathering us lovers.

Oh help me now, my long lost love, the dusk has drawn my soul

Relishing the autumn

Maybe it's the tragedy in loving that I live

Cherishing the lonesome.

Cherishing the lonesome

Cherishing the lonesome.

You stand in the doorway with tears in your sorrow

Saying there must be some way to tomorrow

And just for a few hours I think I can borrow

A girl who won't fight me but quietly follow.

a primeira vez que ouvi falar de roy harper foi no célebre "wish you were here", o disco dos pink floyd onde harper canta "have a cigar". depois fui acompanhando o seu (sombrio e desconhecido) percurso. 
hoje toda a gente é unânime na referência à sua influência seminal, mas terá sido mais um daqueles casos em que se passou ao lado de uma grande carreira. e se alguém merecia...

These last days, I've never known in so many ways

Looking around me, I realise I've found me ablaze

In the peace, deep in the soul of someone who sees

That no revolution, no new solutions could ease.

We might have to take the world the way we made it

It seems we have to find a fight

Though some of us ain't satisfied with less than any Universe

I'm not sure that any side is right.

Any side is just a passing figment of mind

Made up of folks disillusioned and frightened inside

In the main, we steer the easy course around pain

Wars to end wars are like laws to end scars, they're insane

Sweet anarchy, always so real and peaceful to be

Moment by moment for facing the world honestly.

We might have to take the world the way we made it

It seems there ain't no turning back

Though some of us ain't satisfied with less than any Universe

Well, hell, I'll have to go along with that 'cause I've got mine

I've got mine, these last days.