WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Something Wonderful: Eva Cassidy sings “Time After Time””
byVanderleunonNovember 15, 2020
Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback, warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcase of memories
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
I’m walking too far ahead
You’re calling to me, I can’t hear
What you’ve said
Then you say, “go slow”
And I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you’re lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I’ll be waiting
Time after time
If you’re lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows
You’re wondering if I’m okay
Secrets stolen from deep inside (deep inside)
And the drum beats out of time
If you’re lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I’ll be waiting
Time after time
If you’re lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
I’ve got a suitcase of memories that I almost left behind
Time after time
Time, time, time
But you say to go slow but I fall behind
Time after time after time (after time, oh)
Playing Eva’s music for someone for the first time is a bittersweet experience; “She’s wonderful, where can I go to listen to her?”, “Mmmm… Sorry?”.
I prefer her “Over the rainbow” to any other.
JewelNovember 15, 2020, 4:32 PM
When I first heard her sing Bridge Over Troubled Water, I thought to myself, It’s no fair that all the best blues singers are blacks. Then I saw a video of her singing that song. She doesn’t sound like a 4 foot something blonde girl of Irish- German descent. She’s no Milli vanilli
A quote from Eva….”I really like to create the sound of a choir the most. If you could see what the sound of it looks like when I shut my eyes and listen, you’d see the sound as angels spanning across the universe.
I have the easiest job in the world. All I have to do is sing and play the guitar.”
Seeing and listening to so many performers, no matter how dazzlingly they perform, that’s what I see and hear from them: a performance. The more I listen to Eva Cassidy’s work, she makes me feel that she’s giving me a look deep into her soul. That sense of intimacy she arouses in the listener was, and it remains, a Divine gift.
jdNovember 16, 2020, 6:04 AM
Thank you for this, Gerard, and the comments following which provided the Nightline video
from the nineties when Nightline was still worth watching. In the last 24 hours I watched two
uplifting films, the one above and “Little Lord Fountelroy”. Unrealistic to be sure they
would tell us today but with so much to aspire to.
BilderbackNovember 16, 2020, 6:46 AM
There have always been a few folks whose gift was interpretation and arranging as opposed to creation. Unseen are the hours, days, weeks, and months of her coaxing every last bit out of every last note and word. When you’re that good at it, it’s a gift on par with actually writing the song. What a terrific loss that she passed just as she was finally about to be noticed by the larger world. I’d also mention she was above average as a self accompanying guitarist, which is lost on many. That’s considerably more hours of labor fueled by desire to excel. I don’t know if she would have been fabulously rich and famous. Probably not, but I don’t think that was her goal. She had a loveliness inside she was compelled to express and she was allowed a small opportunity to do that. These years later there are a few that are grateful she lived. Being able to touch people in a meaningful way is a wonderful gift to leave behind.
Jahaziel MaqqebetNovember 16, 2020, 7:03 AM
“Pine trees of Georgia” and “Fields of Gold” are two other killer songs of hers.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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Thank you Gerard. It has been years since I enjoyed her beautiful music. Joe Krill
Very nice version. I actually like it more than C. Lauper.
Eva’s cover of this song brings tears to my eyes.
A beautiful girl and wonderful talent who left us before reaching her bloom. But, what an amazing collection she gave us.
Very nice. Thank you.
Playing Eva’s music for someone for the first time is a bittersweet experience; “She’s wonderful, where can I go to listen to her?”, “Mmmm… Sorry?”.
I prefer her “Over the rainbow” to any other.
When I first heard her sing Bridge Over Troubled Water, I thought to myself, It’s no fair that all the best blues singers are blacks. Then I saw a video of her singing that song. She doesn’t sound like a 4 foot something blonde girl of Irish- German descent. She’s no Milli vanilli
A quote from Eva….”I really like to create the sound of a choir the most. If you could see what the sound of it looks like when I shut my eyes and listen, you’d see the sound as angels spanning across the universe.
I have the easiest job in the world. All I have to do is sing and play the guitar.”
The Eva Cassidy Story – on ABC Nightline
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x36oe7p
Beautiful…Thank you Gerard.
Seeing and listening to so many performers, no matter how dazzlingly they perform, that’s what I see and hear from them: a performance. The more I listen to Eva Cassidy’s work, she makes me feel that she’s giving me a look deep into her soul. That sense of intimacy she arouses in the listener was, and it remains, a Divine gift.
Thank you for this, Gerard, and the comments following which provided the Nightline video
from the nineties when Nightline was still worth watching. In the last 24 hours I watched two
uplifting films, the one above and “Little Lord Fountelroy”. Unrealistic to be sure they
would tell us today but with so much to aspire to.
There have always been a few folks whose gift was interpretation and arranging as opposed to creation. Unseen are the hours, days, weeks, and months of her coaxing every last bit out of every last note and word. When you’re that good at it, it’s a gift on par with actually writing the song. What a terrific loss that she passed just as she was finally about to be noticed by the larger world. I’d also mention she was above average as a self accompanying guitarist, which is lost on many. That’s considerably more hours of labor fueled by desire to excel. I don’t know if she would have been fabulously rich and famous. Probably not, but I don’t think that was her goal. She had a loveliness inside she was compelled to express and she was allowed a small opportunity to do that. These years later there are a few that are grateful she lived. Being able to touch people in a meaningful way is a wonderful gift to leave behind.
“Pine trees of Georgia” and “Fields of Gold” are two other killer songs of hers.
Killer Tunes..
This is a killer tune boys..
Ok Ronnie turn it down it’s totally distorting..
And Eva makes me cry