Cowboy Junkies - One Soul Now
One Soul Now je tek objavljeni album Timmins familije, brace Michaela i Petera i naravno, tu je prelijepi vokal njihove sestre Margo + Alan Anton (bass)
“Maybe it’s all men and all women we love; maybe that’s the Holy Sperit – the human sperit – the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever’body’s a part of.” - John Steinbeck, The Grapes Of Wrath
Tragajuci za poetikom koja je nagovjestena u nazivu albuma Timminsovci uzimaju ovaj Steinbeckov citat koji sublimira kompletnu osjecajnost sa ovog albuma. Kako u ovom postmodernom fragmentizmu pronaci cvrsto utociste, kako pronaci mjesto gdje se moze mirno voliti i stariti, mjesto gdje obitava istinska cjelovitost?
Prilijepi bluesy gitarski rifovi koji poput kakvog kanadskog sindroma neodoljivo podsjecaju na Neil Younga iz najboljih dana, sjajni Cohenovski tekstovi, Margo Timmins sa izuzetnim vokalom koji opet neodoljivo podsjeca na Beth Gibbons, Natalie Merchant i Beth Orton.
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My Wild Child
Betrayed? It's the question
that I am asking.
Or just a lucky one deceived by too much love.
Confused. Is the issue.
I'm in need of high rescue.
Another lucky one stunned by too much love.
My wild child
she's my salvaged shipwreck.
My wild child she's my stone.
My wild child
she's my constant reminder.
My wild child she's my home.
Lost. Is the place
where I'm hammering stakes.
Sign says, "A lucky one done in by too much love."
Saved. Is the state
that we are told was graced.
He was just a lucky one betrayed by too much love.
My wild child
she's my salvaged shipwreck.
My wild child she's my stone.
My wild child
she's my constant reminder.
My wild child she's my home.
Life. Is the riddle
of which we're caught in the middle.
A couple of lucky ones
tangled up in too much love.
My wild child
she's my salvaged shipwreck.
My wild child she's my stone.
My wild child
she's my constant reminder.
My wild child she's my home.
My wild child brings me home.
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He Will Call You Baby
He will call you baby
but will he listen when you cry?
He will call you sweetheart
but always seem apart.
He will tear all your fences down,
trample all into the ground.
He will call you baby.
She will call you honey
and leave you twisting in the wind.
She will call you darling,
keep you stunned and wondering.
She will take you to another world
where the winds of confusion swirl.
She will call you honey.
We should call them lucky
as they watch their babies dance.
Or maybe call them crazy
for even thinking they have a chance.
They will carry her as far as they can
then abandon her once again,
they will call her baby.
They will call her baby