The Song Of Shadows
“Sweep thy faint strings, Musician,
With thy long lean hand;
Downward the starry tapers burn,
Sinks soft the waning sand;
The old hound whimpers couched in sleep,
The embers smoulder low;
Across the walls the shadows
Come, and go.
Sweep softly thy strings, Musician,
The minutes mount to hours;
Frost on the windless casement weaves
A labyrinth of flowers;
Ghosts linger in the darkening air,
Hearken at the open door;
Music hath called them, dreaming,
Home once more.”
The Velvet Underground often are described as having not sold many records but every record buyer went out and formed a band worthy of note. That might be the case. They are certainly one of the most interesting bands of all time. Very arty and mentored by “the Pop Artist”=Andy Warhol they did some seminal work. I felt this song Pale Blue Eyes provided a kind of dreamy quality that suits the image. What do you think?
