I was sitting on a chair of golden space dust,
was falling through the sparkling ravine.
It was then I heard the voice,
and I saw its spectrum,
but no pressure to be part of its scene.
Lying in my bed I would scratch my head,
I could never satisfy the sting of which.
But like anger, like shame, like pride or love or pain,
Its only the idea behind the itch.
This could be anywhere,
I could simply choose a different place
to surround the lower sky.
Not just a thought,
not just an image,
but a whole new dimension on the rise.
A look back at the late Bert Jansch's 1985 classic, "From The Outside," an album that bridges the gap between his native Scotland and the Americana his music invokes. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2016