Morning Glory Lyrics - Blood, Sweat & Tears

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(L. Beckett, T. Buckley)
I lit my purest candle
close to my window
hoping it would catch the eye
of any vagabond who passed it by
and I waited in my fleeting house

Before he came
I felt him drawing near
Passing near
I felt the ancient fear
that he had come to my door and jeered
and I waited in my fleeting house

Tell me stories, I called to the hobo
Stories of Cold, I smiled to the hobo
Stories of old, I knelt to the hobo
and he stood before me
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in my fleeting house.

No, said the hobo
no more tales of time
don't ask me now to wash away the grime
I can't come in 'cause
it's too high a climb
and he walked away from my fleeting house

Then you be damned
I screamed to the hobo
Leave me alone, I wept to the hobo
Turn into stone, I knelt to the hobo
and he walked away from my fleeting house

I lit my purest candle
Close to my window
hoping it would catch the eye
of any vagabond who passed it by
and I waited in my fleeting house



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Still great after the years | Reviewer: Doctor Fine | 6/10/14

I thought this a wonderful album full of creativity heard in my dorm room when it was a new record back in the 60s.

Al Cooper influenced the artistic exciting non-commercial flavor of the band in this their first iteration. The later David Clayton Thomas version of the band was also great but entirely commercial and very "Broadway" sounding. If I am not mistaken they "fired" Al Cooper as they were in a hurry to be famous and wanted "more commercial material." Which BS&T certainly got later...

This song is a lament to lost innocence and the over complexity of modern life. The singer wished to be free like the Hobo and have conversation with a free person---thus he lit a candle hoping to attract a creative type.

The Hobo would have none of it. He senses the singer is still panting to keep up in the "race" of fools which the singer embraces. And thus the Hobo walks away, far away.

This is exactly what happens to those who try too hard and think they must be "the winner." Wiser Hobos will tell them to shove it.

What a great horn arrangement.

How creative.

Have fun listening to the band while it was still under the spell of Al Cooper. he also wrote "This Diamond Ring" and played organ on Dylan albums as Dylan went electric for the first time.

Al Cooper was FUN. I miss those days a bit.

So tell me, what have YOU been up to lately?

BS&T Morning Glory Song Review | Reviewer: Anonymous | 4/30/10

I cry when I hear this song. It is pathetic to listen to the singer's needs. Relying on the hobo to fillin the missing parts of his life. Perhaps the singer is crippled, maybe just scared - who knows. Speculate on his need for the hobo.



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