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Sandy Denny famously said she recorded it based upon a dream. She woke up with the lyrics and the melody swirling around her head like a demon.
Late November was born.
What´s it about?
What are dreams about? What is a sunset about? What is life about?
This song is impossible to define. It sits in that mystical unconcious world were meaning is limitation, and limitation defies meaning.
A place where dreams exists and life floats, free of form or definition.
Like a surreal painting, Denny takes us into an alternative world, where normal logic does not hold sway.
I imagine a work of a surrealist. Temples, smoke and strange creatures.
Denny´s voice drifting out like incense, a voice from that nether-realm where reality shifts and floats. A reality from beyond the mundanity.
A reality we visit every night in our dreams, where nothing is stable. Everything floats and dances without inhibition.
But it can´t last, because the pilot (the emperor tarot card, structure, reality in all its barren indistinguishability) comes in.
Denny wakens up we waken up, life moves on, monotony reasserts its dominion. We are jolted from our reverie.
But something remains. A memory, hanging on the air like smoke.
The one true reality that exists behind the veil.
Sandy Denny famously said she recorded it based upon a dream. She woke up with the lyrics and the melody swirling around her head like a demon.
Late November was born.
What´s it about?
What are dreams about? What is a sunset about? What is life about?
This song is impossible to define. It sits in that mystical unconcious world were meaning is limitation, and limitation defies meaning.
A place where dreams exists and life floats, free of form or definition.
Like a surreal painting, Denny takes us into an alternative world, where normal logic does not hold sway.
I imagine a work of a surrealist. Temples, smoke and strange creatures.
Denny´s voice drifting out like incense, a voice from that nether-realm where reality shifts and floats. A reality from beyond the mundanity.
A reality we visit every night in our dreams, where nothing is stable. Everything floats and dances without inhibition.
But it can´t last, because the pilot (the emperor tarot card, structure, reality in all its barren indistinguishability) comes in.
Denny wakens up we waken up, life moves on, monotony reasserts its dominion. We are jolted from our reverie.
But something remains. A memory, hanging on the air like smoke.
The one true reality that exists behind the veil.