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Spanish Guitar

One last Gene Clark song before I get back to serious writing. Like all his best songs, the melody is haunting and the lyrics rise to the level of true poetry; at his best he was every bit Dylan’s equal in this regard.

Unfortunately, the YouTube video can’t be embedded. Naturally. But click here to go to the video. It may be the best 5 minutes and 15 seconds you spend all day.

Just trust me on this one, ok?



The dissonant bells of the sea
Who are ringing the rhymes of the deep
As they sing of the ages asleep
not so near or so far

And the old masters wind of the waves
Sped forth for the free men and slaves
Whispers of secrets it saves
and about whom they are

And the workings of sunshine and rain
And the visions they paint that remain
Pulsate from my soul through my brain
in a spanish guitar

The beggar whom sits in the street
On his miserable throne of defeat
Envisions no wealth there to meet
Thinking nowhere is far

And the laughter of children employed
By the fantasies not yet destroyed
By the dogmas of those they avoid
knowing not what they are

And the right and the wrong and insane
And the answers they cannot explain
Pulsate from my soul through my brain
in a spanish guitar

To play on a spanish guitar
With the sun shining down where you are
Skipping and singing a bar
from the music around

Just to laugh through the columns of trees
To soar like a seagull in breeze
To stand in the rain if you please
or to never be found

–Gene Clark 1971


set her free this time

I’m not in the mood to write, but I have something in me that needs to come out. So, just this once, I’m going to let me old friend Gene Clark speak for me. These words he wrote so long ago capture how I’m feeling these days far better than I can do it myself at the moment.

Not the greatest video in the world, but the only one I could find that allowed embedding.


The first thing that I heard you say
when you were standing there set in your way
was that you were not blind
You were sure to make a fool of me
cause there was nothing there that you could see
that could go beyond your mind
Now who’s standing at the door
remembering the days before
And asking please be kind
It isn’t how it was set up to be
but I’ve set you free this time

I have never been so far out in front
that I could ever ask for what I want
And have it any time
Knowing this you found a thought for me
that told you just what I should be
And there I stood behind
With all the ones that went before
and memories that always seems to
Tear me from my mind
In front of what it is you see me to be
I’ve set you free this time

I could never find a chance to choose
between a way to win or a thing to lose
because there was your stand
On top of all the love you took
There was always something you could look
at lying in your hand
Now who’s wondering what has changed
and why it can not be arranged
To have each thing work fine
It isn’t how it was set up to be
but I’ve set you free this time

-Gene Clark

taking up a glowing cinder with the tongs and lighting with it the long cherry-wood pipe which was wont to replace his clay when he was in a disputatious rather than a meditative mood" ~ Dr. John H. Watson ************************
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