‘Thank You For The Promises . . .’
by whiteray
“You've just had one of those days. You know . . . On such occasions what album or group of
songs do you turn to for comfort or just escape?”
I felt compelled, of course, to add my nickel’s worth of
comment to the thread. I began: “If I’m really in sad shape, I head for my
small classical library. I don't want anything with lyrics on really bad days.”
I listed a few favorite classical pieces and then I added a
list of albums that that I said would see the turntable or the CD player on those days when I’m only
a little down. When I looked at that ten-year-old list this morning, I was
surprised to see that about half of the albums I listed then would serve the
same purposes now. One of those is the 1982 album by Canadian troubadour Gordon
Lightfoot, Shadows.
But – and this is the album’s puzzle – the sorrow that pervades the album isn’t filled with grief. Rather, the sense I get from Lightfoot’s lyrics and his performance is a stoic acceptance that sorrow is his rightful companion.
In “Baby Step Back,” he sings:
In the sky it looks like rain
The same old town with the same old streets
My address has not changed
You can find me there
With the door shut tight
And the one wish that remains
Baby step back, baby step back
Either step up or step back
In “I’ll Do Anything,” the mood continues:
I’ve been on my own so long as I stand here today
I’d never leave you
I’d do anything you say
I’ve been around some, walking down on the street
Feeling as low as the shoes on the soles of my feet
Taking dead aim on fortune and fame, you might say
Playing guitar doesn’t make you a star anyway.
Even the love songs on Shadows
are subdued. The title track, “Shadows,” haunts:
Let me hold you for a while
I’ve been all around the world
Oh, how I long to see you smile
There’s a shadow on the moon
And the waters here below do not shine the way they should
And I love you, just in case you didn’t know.
Let it go
Let it happen like it happened once before
It’s a wicked wind, and it chills me to the bone
And if you do not believe me, come and gaze upon the shadow at your door.
As does “Thank You For The Promises,” my favorite:
I know I can’t complain
I think I did all right
No failures are in sight
Only now and then
I like to reminisce
Do you remember when?
Even if we’re angels we can’t ask
To wander through the past
The future is our goal
The night is black as coal
If I could pay the price
I’d like to love you once
I’d love to love you twice.
Maybe I’m reading too much into some slightly vague lyrics.
But the musical mood of the album is somber as well, with lots of minor chords,
some atmospheric production touches from Lightfoot and co-producer Ken Friesen,
and Lightfoot’s frequently plaintive voice.
So how is it that this album brings me comfort?
I’m not sure, what with the sense of sorrow that, to my ears, blankets most of
the album. Perhaps that sense, along with the stoicism I mentioned earlier, is what brought me years ago to an uneasy conclusion:
Sorrow is the residue that remains after full grief has
gone.
Here’s “Thank You For The Promises.”
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