Saturday, November 14, 2009

Lost Gems: "The Late Show" - Jackson Browne

"I thought of all the empty miles...
And the years that I've spent
looking for your eyes."
-->Jackson Browne<--

Jackson Browne's third album..."Late For The Sky"(1974) filled with layers and layers of emotional watercolors.

Like a surgeon, Browne exacts just the right words and tones for each song. And his dead-on observations of our feeble attempts at controlling the dice of love...reminds clumsy and scared we truly are.

"The Late Show" an honest endeavor of pointing out...that through all our aches and breaks along our journey for the perfect love...sometimes we just try too hard.

Tasty guitar slide from David Lindley...and dig the sound of two car doors shutting near the end. It's gonna be all right.

Have you heard this one?

Everyone I've ever known has wished me well
Anyway that's how it seems, it's hard to tell
Maybe people only ask you how you're doing
'Cause that's easier than letting on how little they could care
But when you know that you've got a real friend somewhere
Suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear

Now to see things clear it's hard enough I know
While you're waiting for reality to show
Without dreaming of the perfect love
And holding it so far above
That if you stumbled onto someone real, you'd never know
(You'd never know)
You could be with somebody who is lonely too
(Sometimes it doesn't show)
He might be trying to get across to you
(Words can be so slow)
When your own emptiness is all that's getting through
There comes a point when you're not sure why you're still talking
I passed that point long ago
(Long ago)
Now I'm so tired of all this circling
And all these glimpses of the end
(You know it's useless to pretend)
That's all the voices say:
"You'll go right on circling
Until you've found some kind of friend"

I saw you through the laughter and the noise
You were talking with the soldiers and the boys
While they scuffled for your weary smiles
I thought of all the empty miles
And the years that I've spent looking for your eyes
(Looking for your eyes)
And now I'm sitting here wondering what to say
(That you might recognize)
Afraid that all these words might scare you away
(And break through the disguise)
No one ever talks about their feelings anyway
Without dressing them in dreams and laughter
I guess it's just too painful otherwise

It's like you're standing in the window
Of a house nobody lives in
And I'm sitting in a car across the way
(Let's just say)
It's an early model Chevrolet
(Let's just say)
It's a warm and windy day
You go and pack your sorrow
The trash man comes tomorrow
Leave it at the curb and we'll just roll away

Good Stuff!



whiteray said...

This one always gets to me. It's like I'm always surprised by the way Jackson Browne knew how I would feel long before I got to that point in my life.

Casey said...

Whiteray...I dig.
It's that dreaded..."break the ice" moment...when it really is important to connect...and ya just feel like a deer in headlights...over-analyzing all the possible and improbable outcomes.
'Til ya finally convince yourself to...move.
And then it's too late.

Very cool.
Amazing actually ...the way JB...makes the listener feel he's not alone in the emotional puzzles of life.
And the reminders of it all...hurt so good.