So here's something different. I'm back to music from my earlier years, but this time it's not exactly Simon and Garfunkel - it's Led Zeppelin instead. Guitarist Jimmy Page and bassist John Paul Jones, singer Robert Plant and drummer John Bonham got together in 1968, when I was 15 and getting into pop music big time. There followed ten years of fabulous sound that remains influential today. All four members were stars of their field. Page's guitar sound and Bonham's drums are distinctive, Plants vocal aerobatics were unique and Jones' bass and keyboards, sometimes underestimated, helped create the Zeppelin sound. Sadly Bonham died in 1979 and they disbanded, feeling they would no longer be Zeppelin without him.
I realise now it is the very qualities of the song that put me off when I was younger (like whiskey or Stilton, some might say!) For instance, it is written largely chromatically, ie not only using the normal notes of a tonic scale. Secondly it is in (new word for me) polymeter, that is to say it has two diffferent rhythms going on at the same time. In the opening section the guitar is in 3 rhythm while the drums are in 4. At other points the musical subtelty get too technical for me, with changes of major and minor, of mode etc. As for the words, which varied sometimes according to performance, especially towards the end of the song, there is no direct meaning to the reference to the place Kashmir. In fact it was written after a drive in the desert of Morocco. It's sort of about searching, the unattainable, and companionship on the journey.... possibly!
Oh, let the sun
beat down upon my face And stars fill my dreams
I am a traveller of both time and space To be where I have been
To sit with
elders of the gentle race This world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait All will be revealed
Talk in song
from tongues of lilting grace Whose sounds caress my ear
Though not a word I heard could I relate The story was quite clear
Oh,
baby, I been blind Oh, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
Oh, yes, I been blind Mama, mama, ain't no denyin',
All I see turns to brown As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand As I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find the way I feel
Oh, pilot of
the storm who leaves no trace Like thoughts inside a dream
Here is the path that led me to that place Yellow desert stream
My Shangri-la
beneath the summer moon I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June When moving through Kashmir
Oh, father of
the four winds fill my sails Across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face Along the straits of fear
Oh, when I’m on my way, And when I see, I see the way to stay
Ooh,
yeah yeah, oh, yeah yeah, But I'm down oh, yeah yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah, but I'm down, so down Ooh, my baby, oh, my baby
Let me take you there
Come on, oh let me take you there I can take you there
What poets: Oh, father of the four winds fill my sails Across the sea of years With no provision but an open face Along the straits of fear. Oh, pilot of the storm that leaves no trace
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