I felt like seeing a friend, one I haven’t seen in years.
I felt like it would somehow bring me home.
All of this illusion had grown so thick and wild,
I just wanted to return to something old.
The mind can close itself in like a tunnel through a mountain,
it all depends on what you dwell the most.
I went to see the dealer to see how she could heal me,
they all go to see her, for she's the one and only.
“Like salt on the brain” she said,
“A bolt of electric pain can pierce
the fire blanket on your soul.”
When the dark coal of night covers everything in sight,
and the wind moves calm in the trees.
When all that has happened is nothing but an echo
in the ever-present air that you breathe.
When you stand like a stone,
with your flesh on your bones,
and you feel the earth move beneath your feet.
Theres nothing that can soothe you
like a lover who continues
when you, yourself, have died upon the ledge.
Theres nothing that can move you
like another to amuse you and smile
as you lie upon their bed.
Theres nothing in this world
quite so pure and heaven filled,
as a lover who can let the other in.
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