That 80’s music thread; hmmmm it cramps style by being limited to a low dishonest decade
Here’s gentle and artless mystical lyric by a sweet and sensitive little guy named Ronnie Lane – he is both baker and bread for the oven of the Messianic Feast here (it’s full of the tropes of mystical paradox)
There’s wheat in the field
And water in the stream
And salt in the mine
And an aching in me
I can no longer stand and wonder
'Cos I’m driven by this hunger
So I’ll jug some water
Bake some flour
Store some salt and wait the hour
While I’m thinking of love
Love is thinking for me
And the baker will come
And the baker I’ll be
I am depending on my labour
The texture and the flavour
So I’ll jug some water
Bake some flour
Store some salt and wait the hour
You can watch it being performed as a song here (if you so wish).
youtube.com/watch?v=8jYgctXpajs
The music isn’t completely gentle. Ronnie Lane was in the Small Faces – the king pin Mod band. In this video they are mid way between mod and hippy – what was called being ‘velvet mods’ – a slippery slope boys .
The video with its very 60s cut glass English presenter is quite charming – and even people who speak posh in the UK (like me) no longer speak like this -. If you have some patience, give it a watch from beginning to end as a sort of museum piece.
(And through I am old – I’m too young to have remembered this show – it was on way past my bed time :_D)
Dick the Dinosaur