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Post by TM on Apr 17, 2010 21:25:47 GMT -5
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Post by Sharkdaniel on Apr 23, 2010 13:26:32 GMT -5
No one else in this world could write a sweeter melody.
Shark
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Post by Dan on Apr 23, 2010 14:14:58 GMT -5
Daniel,
Did you know the title of the song is his wife's middle name?
He explained on an old Rockline Show where he got the title from.
Dan
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Post by Coolraven on Apr 23, 2010 15:37:10 GMT -5
Now that is news to me about Jack A Lynn... Jacqueline i suppose .
Often wondered about this.
His singing on the original, especially the last line just before fadeout, is exceptional and Anderson at his glorious best.
As Sharkdaniel says, no sweeter song in the Tull repertory, well maybe One Brown Mouse closely followed by Moths ?
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Post by Sharkdaniel on Apr 23, 2010 18:26:27 GMT -5
Daniel, Did you know the title of the song is his wife's middle name? He explained on an old Rockline Show where he got the title from. Dan Thanks Dan, didn´t have a clue, and always wondered about that. I just thought Ian had something with the "Jack´s" as we have a lot of them in Tull´s repertoire. |
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Post by Dan on Apr 23, 2010 21:28:25 GMT -5
On an old Rockline Show , someone inquired if the title of the song was in reference to former bassist, John Glascock, who died way too young from complications from a tooth infection that led to heart failure.
In the interview, then bass player, Dave Pegg, asked the correlation for that thinking and the caller thought there was a link between 'John and Jack'.
Ian said that wasn't the case and paused for an..,..."ahhh'... that that was his wife's middle name.
A loving ode to the missus, and a little anger for life on the road that precursors, 'Rocks On The Road".
Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains
Remind me of jack-a-lynn.
Lush hotels and pretty girls
Won't cheer the misty mood I'm in.
Silly, sad --- I've never had to write this before ---
Oh, jack-a-lynn.
Funny how long nights allow
Thoughts of jack-a-lynn.
When phantoms tread around my bed
To offer restless dreams they bring.
And it's just the time and place to find
A sad song to play
For jack-a-lynn.
Magpies that shriek, old boots that leak
Call me to jack-a-lynn.
Coal-black cats in policeman's hats
Nosing where the mice have been.
And the long miaow's beginning now
And I'm far, far from home ---
And jack-a-lynn.
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Post by Sharkdaniel on Apr 23, 2010 21:57:27 GMT -5
Wonderful piece.
Shark
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