LET ME UNFOLD YOU

LET ME UNFOLD YOU Grant from Adelaide, Australia sent in this beautiful piece of video of Tim Buckley singing ‘Song of the Siren’. I know I must have this song on The Stuff Page before, it is such a superb piece of song writing, but I have never seen this wonderful, self-effacing version. Just beautiful. Thank you, Grant. Love Susie x

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMTEtDBHGY4

Song of the Siren

Long afloat on shipless oceans

I did all my best to smile

‘Til your singing eyes and fingers

Drew me loving to your isle

And you sang

Sail to me

Sail to me, let me enfold you

Here I am

Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?

Were you hare when I was fox?

But now my foolish boat is leaning

Broken lovelorn on your rocks

For you sing, touch me not

Touch me not, come back tomorrow

Oh my heart, oh my heart

Shies from the sorrow

I'm as puzzled as the oyster

I'm as troubled at the tide

Should I stand amid the breakers?

Or should I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing

Swim to me

Swim to me, let me enfold you

Oh my heart, oh my heart

Is waiting to hold you

Songwriters: Buckley Tim / Beckett Ralph Lawrence

PIERRE LAROCHE – A TRUE VISIONARY

I met the makeup artist, Pierre LaRoche, on a photo shoot many years ago. He had just returned from living in New York and had settled opposite me in Edith Grove just off the Kings Road. I was in my early twenties. We became very close friends in the short time that he was alive — a truly beautiful soul. He told me the most wonderful stories about T Rex, and about creating David Bowie’s makeup for Aladdin Sane and Ziggy Stardust. He was the most humble of men. He was in my opinion the greatest, most inventive makeup artist the world had ever seen, but back then these extraordinarily talented people did not receive the same recognition and status as they would today. So let’s remember Pierre LaRoche who was a true visionary genius and the most beautiful friend!

DOES THE SNOW LOVE THE TREES?

I’m sitting at the window and watching the sun spill across the courtyard and things seem suddenly full of potential and hope and good cheer. Goodbye Winter, Sweet Spring is here as I remember the beautiful words of Lewis Carroll.

GOD WALKS THESE DARK HILLS

Here is a beautiful, stripped back version of the old Gospel standard God Walks the Dark Hills sung by singer-songwriter Iris DeMent. Both comforting and strangely haunting in its imagery, this song was suggested by Edward from Wilmington, North Carolina, USA. Thank you, Edward and thank you, Iris, for this gorgeous rendition.

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