Για μένα, ο μουσικός ορισμός της ευψυχίας είναι αυτός εδώ : το πιο χαμογελαστό θλιμμένο κομμάτι που έχει γραφτεί ποτέ. Για τον συνθέτη του, Cat Stevens τα λόγια περιττεύουν (έχουν γραφτεί ουκ ολίγα έτσι κι αλλιώς, και δίκαια). Αξίζουν όμως μια καλή κουβέντα και οι …ταλαιπωρημένοι από την ιστορία Tremeloes, τη στιβαρή διασκευή των οποίων επίσης ακούμε. (Πρόκειται για τους μόνιμους αποδέκτες ειρωνικών σχολίων ως “η μπάντα που η Decca προτίμησε απ’ τους Beatles”). Τα tracks κυκλοφόρησαν to 1967 (πρώτη η διασκευή) με δυο μήνες διαφορά. 🟡 🟡 For me, the musical definition of eupsichia (high-heartedness) is this one right here: the most smilingly sad piece ever written. For its composer, Cat Stevens, words are superfluous (quite a few have been written anyway, and fairly so). The historically beleaguered Tremeloes, however, also deserve a good word – we hear their solid cover as well. (They are the permanent recipients of ironic remarks as “the band that Decca chose over the Beatles”) The tracks were released in 1967 (the cover first), two months apart.


In the midnight moonlight I’ll be walking a long and lonely mile.
And every time I do, I keep seeing this picture of you.
Here’s comes my baby, here she comes now,
And it comes as no surprise to me, with another guy.
Here’s comes my baby, here she comes now,
Walking with a love, with a love that’s all so fine,
Never could be mine, no matter how I try.
You never walk alone, and you’re forever talking on the phone.
I’ve tried to call you names, but every time it comes out the same.
Here’s comes my baby, here she comes now,
And it comes as no surprise to me, with another guy.
Here’s comes my baby, here she comes now,
Walking with a love, with a love that’s all so fine,
Never could be mine, no matter how I try.
I’m still waiting for your heart, cuz I’m sure that some day it’s gonna start.
You’ll be mine to hold each day, but ’til then this is all that I can say.
Here’s comes my baby, here she comes now,
And it comes as no surprise to me, with another guy.
Here’s comes my baby, here she comes now,
Walking with a love, with a love that’s all so fine,
Never could be mine, no matter how I try.
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