The Church Of Me
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Kissing in the churchyard, I know a righteous woman

Tuesday, July 16, 2002
Sultry but melancholy evening yesterday was: ideal for listening to -

"You've been taking your time
And you've been living on solid air.
You've been walking the line,
You've been living on solid air.
Don't know what's going wrong inside,
And I can tell you that it's hard to hide when you're living on
Solid air.

You've been painting it blue,
You've been looking through solid air.
You've been seeing it through
And you've been looking through solid air.
Don't know what's going wrong in your mind,
And I can tell you don't like what you find,
When you're moving through
Solid air.

I know you, I love you;
And I can be your friend,
I could follow you - anywhere.
Even through solid air.

You've been stoning it cold,
You've been living on solid air;
You've been finding it cold,
You've been living on solid air.
I don't know what's going wrong inside,
I can tell you that it's hard to hide
When you're living on
Solid air - solid air.

You've been cutting too deep,
You've been living on solid air.
You've been missing your sleep
And you've been moving through solid air.
I don't know what's going on in your mind;
But I know you don't like what you find
When you're moving through
Solid air.

I know you, I love you;
I'll be your friend,
I could follow you - anywhere.
Even through solid air.

You've been walking your line,
You've been walking on solid air;
You've been taking your time
'Cause you've been walking on solid air.
Don't know what's going wrong inside;
But I can tell you that it's hard to hide
When you're living on
Solid air - solid air.

You've been painting it blue,
You've been living on solid air.
You've been seeing it through
And you've been living on solid air.
I don't know what's going on in your mind;
But I can tell you don't like what you find
When you're living on
Solid air - solid air.

I know you, I love you;
And I'll be your friend,
I could follow you - anywhere.
Even through solid air.

I see solid air."

Everything breathes in John Martyn's music; the vibes, the tenor sax, the singing bass, the weirdly-tuned 6-string; the sibilant extended "s"'s of the word "solid." Gradual erosion of the guttural and complete emphasis on the labial; those lips caressing, streaming through patience.

And the one-word ad lib near the end of the track "ICE."

"I'd Rather Be The Devil" - one of the very few pop/rock/folk essays to understand the temporal instability of Bitches Brew. Great, apposite, stabbing Fender Rhodes from "Rabbit" Bundrick. Misheard whispers echoing down a deserted Gallowgate at 4 am on a Monday, when the markets have all gone.

The improv outflow at the end of the track could go on forever - but listen to Live At Leeds with Danny Thompson and god of gods John Stevens for music which does go on forever.


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