Clarisse Debout ~ Untitled

Standing by the Everyman, digging the rigging on my sail
Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tales.
The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades,
I’ll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene and fades
In the night time.

Crystals sparkle in the grass, I polish them with thought
On my lash, there in my eye, a star of light is caught.
Fortunes told in grains of sand, here I am is all I know
Candy stuck in children’s hair, everywhere I go
In the night time

Gypsy is the clown of love, I paint his face a smile
Anyone we ever make we always make in style.
Yeah, strange young girls with radar screens
And hands as quick as hate
I won’t just now, later on maybe and even then I’ll wait
In the night time

Standing by the Everyman, digging the rigging on my sail
Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tales.
The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades,
I’ll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene and fades
In the night time

Hampstead Incident (Donovan) performed by Knox Bronson

(I took one look at Clarisse’s crumbling castle and thought, “This cries out for a Donovan song!” And then I remembered I had just spent a couple of days making new booking demos from a night I did back in April and there was the perfect Donovan song among them.) Enjoy!

If you are interested, you can see seven more songs from that evening here.