"Gentle on my Mind"

George K · "Now look here, you Baltic gas passer... " - Mik, 6/14/08

One of my favorite songs of all time. This is Glen Campbell from...well, decades ago.

I've always love John Harford's version. He was the composer, after all. This is pretty damn good. It doesn't showcase Campbell's guitar virtuosity, but it lends credence, and a bit of poignancy to the song.

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It's almost the perfect song:

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line

That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find

That you're moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind

But not to where I cannot see
You walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughening coal pile,
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find

That you're waiting from the backroads
By the rivers of my memories
Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind

Look at how each chorus is just a bit different in each of it's iterations. It keeps your interest, but is just different enough to make you pay attention - "Hey, he didn't say that last time!"

Look at how one of the verses talks about "And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind."

And then...in the chorus, Hartford repeats the familiar refrain, but throwing in that comment from the preceding verse.

"But not to where I cannot see
You walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind"

I love this song.

I'm reminded of Greenberg's lectures on classical music. Nothing happens by accident, be it melody, motif or theme. Hartford proves that by his use of lyrics and imagery.

I fucking love this song.

Poignant, sad, loving and inspirational.