No Expression

I’ve got friends I love truly, madly, deeply because they send me stuff like art and music and poesy and such that all-too-often rock me on my heels.  Leave me breathless, sometimes.  Doubled over in pain, sometimes.

So I got me this friend who sends me this ancient vocal clip from an artist I’ve dearly loved for decades: Terry Reid.  Terry Reid wrote/sang/performed incredible music in the early 1970’s.  He faced a lot of competition for ears, given there was a veritable explosion in musical creativity and passion that engulfed us all...all happening at pretty much the same time. 

Even so, Terry Reid had a voice that grabbed my heart and squeezed it hard enough to hurt...and thrill.

Have you ever ridden horses
through a rainstorm
Or a lion through a busy street bazaar
There are many things
I'd love to turn you on to
But I somehow feel
they're safer where they are
Well, some people are
inbound with infatuation
And some others spill
depression as the law
From one's mother
getting at no imagination
So beware then
Maybe sin is at everyone's door
Yes, there's a man I know
with no expression
He's got none at all
Yes, there's a man that I know
with no expression
He's got none at all
But you never, no
You would never see this man laughing
Come to think of it
I've never seen him cry
But he might be sitting
And you hear him singing
But by and by he'll stop and sigh before
his voice would even begin to speak
And he'd just cry
Yes, there's a man I know
with no expression
He's got none at all
Yes, there's a man that I know
with no expression
He's got none at all
Have you ever ridden horses
through a rainstorm
Or a lion through a busy street bazaar
There are many things
I'd love to turn you on to
But I somehow feel
they're safer where they are
Yes, there's a man I know
with no expression
He's got none at all
Yes, there's a man that I know
with no expression
He's got none at all

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Here’s my all-time favorite Terry Reid song:

Rips me up every time

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