Another record that is much better than I remember (or perhaps ever knew). The lyrics of rock and roll, blues, and folk have a simple goal—don’t get in the way. These songs—the epitome of singer/songwriter skills–are poetry. She rhymes barter and martyr in Roses Blue. In the Gallery, the artist she addresses says don’t love me now, I am dead. Then he says Please love me now, I am dead. That’s a lot artier than You Really Got Me.
There are some red clouds at sunset on the album cover; otherwise the clouds are only in Both Sides Now. I know I’ve changed my mind about that song. It’s probably plenty to recall life’s illusions rather than, say, get smacked over the head with a 2 by 4. I love Bob Seger’s line—I wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then. Knowing is overrated.
converselyspeaking 