Those of you who have been around these parts for a while know my weakness for the lyrical work of Keith Reid and its execution via Procol Harum. They've appeared a number of times on the Sunday Service (one, two, three, four, five, & this, number six), in a general tribute post to the band (and Cid Corman), in an earlier incarnation of this blog (Beneath Cherry Blossoms) in a post where I put Shelley's Ozymandis side by side with Reid's Conquistator for quiet contemplation.
Whew, who's a fanboy, what?
This week's tune, Quite Rightly So, comes from the Shine on Brightly album and, as "an ode by any other name," finds itself classified acceptable for your litrock listening pleasure.
"Be kind and humour me" - they just don't write 'em like this anymore (and, yes, I realize, there are many who are thanking the powers that be for making that so.)
Quite Rightly So
For you (whose eyes were opened wide
whilst mine refused to see) I'm sore in need of saving grace.
Be kind and humour me I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat where people speak but seldom meet And grief and laughter, strange but true Although they die, they seldom cry
An ode by any other name
I know might read more sweet Perhaps the sun will never shine
upon my field of wheat But still in closing, let me say for those too sick, too sick to see though nothing shows,
yes, someone knows I wish that one was me
I'm not sure if this would qualify for the Sunday Service, lit allusion-wise, but since it's one of my all time fav songs by Procol Harum, here you go: Juicy John Pink -
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