Letras
He felt music more intensely
Than anyone I've ever known
Not by time or fashion
But by the soul in every note
The way a voice or a harpsichord
Would make a melody its own
He loved music more intensely
Than anyone I've ever known
Oscar Peterson and Art Tatum
Shostakovich and Rimbaud
Otis, Aretha, Eric, Kaz
Yeah, the Beatles and the Stones
Sandy Denny, Michael Hurley
McGinnis Flint and Ronnie Lane
Jack Bruce, Pamela Poland
Scarlatti and Alice Coltrane
He would let me step on stage once
With my fingernails painted
As if by such an act
Our band's performance would be tainted
And yet this from the genius
Who proudly sang "I Don't Hate Jews"
In his self-penned two-chord tour de force
"I Got the Blues"
"I Got the Blues"
And when the Belfast Cowboy rides
Sends his gypsy soul into the mic
It runs right up my spine and through my eyes
Yeah, and when I hear that strange, strange man
I feel Johnny near and I understand
I find myself inside the place
Where Weymouth never dies
I know sometimes I've found the place
Where Weymouth never dies
What special tune was in the room
What harmony in his head
When he last laid himself down
On that Linwood motel bed
I ask myself why I wasn't there
But you know, I just wasn't
And when it's gonna stop hurting
But you know, it just doesn't
You know, it just doesn't
And when the Belfast Cowboy rides
Sends his gypsy soul right into the mic
It runs right up my spine and through my eyes
Yeah, and when I hear that strange, strange man
I feel Johnny near and I understand
I find myself inside the place
Where Weymouth never dies
I know sometimes I've found the place