A sneaky stop at the Cottage on the way home yesterday. June 04, 2015 at 04:46PM
sunshine
I might be lying on the grass in the shade and I might not be.
My Autumn’s Done Come
“Golden Hair” by Syd Barrett (1970)
(added 2018: )
‘In ‘Golden Hair’, culled from Chamber Music, a slim verse Joyce wrote in 1907, a troubadour yearns for a Rapunzel locked in a tower. With simple barre chords, Barrett conjured a solemn air akin to a medieval madrigal. Its cadence is pure plainsong, chanted words over bare chords, with the first of his thrilling downward octave leaps at the end.‘
— (Syd Barrett and Pink Floyd – Dark Globe by Julian Palacios)
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