Private Sorrow [A Phase In The Life Of S. F. Sorrow] | A song by The Pretty Things, 1968
Twink + The Pretty Things, French Tv, 1968
Heaven’s rain falls upon
Faces of the children who look skyward
Twisting metal through the air
Scars and screams so you might know His fury
(See shells whistle)
Let your mind drift away
(See shells whistle)
Let yourself hide away
Men walking tall, looking too small
Green trees of life disappearing
Mouthing the sounds, face clowning the frowns
Black, the lips of command
Torn in the heart, you’re playing the part
Courage, it is so demanding
Loud brass in bands, marching through lands
Life-snatching hand is near
Heaven’s army falls upon
The skirts of Mother Earth and then fly skyward
Twisting wings through the air
Lift the souls so you might know His fury
(See shells whistle)
Let your mind drift away
(See shells whistle)
Let yourself hide away
Dressed in white silk of rain, you marry the pain
As you kneel in a church of bright steel
A new morning arrives, share the same skies
Umbrellaing a land full of peace
As the memory fades on the edge of a blade
You’ll return, you’re sure that you will
From the frame in your hand, a smile expands
Hang from a thread of glass tears
The Pretty Things – Private Sorrow – French Tv – 1968
Private Sorrow is the 4th track off of the Pretty Things album S.F. Sorrow, 1968.
‘A clip exists of The Pretty Things performing Private Sorrow on French Tv that gives you a flavour of what it might have been like: drummer John “Twink” Alder does a mime in white face and Napoleon hat, while Phil May shoots him a succession of furious glares. He looks as if he wants to kill him. “Oh God, yeah,” nods Phil May. “We all did. He got completely carried away. It was like: what are you fucking doing? It was his Marcel Marceau period.”‘
S.F. Sorrow, 1968
Also:
Octopus | A song by Syd Barrett, 1969 & a poem by Henry Newbolt | Rilloby-Rill, 1912
