Roy Harper – Me and my Woman – One of the best tracks ever recorded. A song of idealism.

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Another brilliant Harper epic!

Roy Harper – Me and my Woman – One of the best tracks ever recorded. A song of idealism.

Posted on by Opher

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Roy and Tracy at the Baltic 2010

This song starts with the opening line – ‘I never know what kind of day it is on my battlefield of ideals. But the way she touches and the way it feels must be just how it heals’ – which seems to sum up how I feel most days. This is one of those epic tracks that covers a wealth of ideas, has a tremendous range and is at once thought provoking, compelling and a masterpiece of both lyrical and musical design. It is mesmerising and haunting.

I was fortunate enough to be in the studio when this album was recorded and it was a magical experience. There is no doubt in my mind that Stormcock is one of the best albums ever recorded. It is a great shame that it doesn’t get the recognition it deserves.

Give it a listen and marvel at the scope and beauty, the strength and technical brilliance. It has everything.

Roy Harper – Me and My Woman – one of the greatest songs ever.

Posted on by Opher

It occurred to me that there must be a lot of people who visit this blog who have never heard or appreciated the wonderful poetry and music of the great Roy Harper – our poet laureate and greatest British songwriter.

Here’s a You Tube connection:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QC5gebGthAs

and here’s a short snatch of lyrics. He has such scope and captures so much. A true British genius.

Roy Harper – Me And My Woman

I never know what kind of day it is on my battlefield of ideals
But the way she touches and the way it feels, must be just how it heals
Ah but it’s got a little better since I let her sundanceI never know what time of year it is living on top of the fire
But the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold frosty shire
Ah but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm ears
And he’s got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears

He spreads her a shelter
She takes the tall skies
As they helter skelter
Along the same sighs

And she wakes my days with a glad face
She fakes and says I’m a hard case
She makes and plays like a bad ace
Carrying my ways into scarred space
And she knows me well
Ah but what the hell
Only time can tell, where we’re going to

Me and my woman
Me and my little woman