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The lonely one - Pietro Mengarini , 1906.

Italian , 1869-1924

Oil on canvas, 153 x 167 cm.

#Pietro Mengarini #italian artist #lonely one #female portrait

Roy Orbison

Cry Softly, Lonely One

@ 1967 UK Pressing

*****

Cry Softly, Lonely One had a tremendously convoluted recording history, interrupted as it was for work on two other projects (including the shooting and soundtrack of The Fastest Guitar Alive) and not released until 1967. That was sad because that album caught Orbison firing on all cylinders in his best voice ever, and with Joe Melson backing him vocally on the classic Monument sides with a killer array of songs -- from the opener, "She," across to the title track by way of "Communication Breakdown" -- had this record come out in 1964, it might well have charted high behind any of those songs, or the more rhythm-driven "Girl Like Mine." In late 1967, however, the album was an anachronism (the other irony is that, had it come out 18 months later, it might have ridden the same roots rock wave as Elvis Presley's Memphis albums, or Joe South, to success). Some of it, such as "That's a No No," was a true throwback to an earlier pop/rock era, but most of what was here was a great showcase for Orbison's classic sound as it had evolved, oblivious to the musical trends around him (and at least he never tried to emulate the psychedelic sounds of the period in the way that the Everly Brothers did on their live album).

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he keeps me in his fortress

I woke up somewhere else. It was there where we existed together and your touch never receded. We lived and we loved and we brushed our fingers across each other’s canvasses and created a kaleidoscope of pigments.

Simple and soft, unrequited and unrelinquished, it sang from the mountainous peaks and crashed freely to the meadows below. Birds sang in the early hours and we would still be awake to bid them good night.

Your hands built a kingdom for us and you tended to your garden with wisdom and gratitude; for you knew things grew greener when you took pride in them. The cattle grazed the fields without worry, and the livestock slept without care because your hand was steady and your weapon was sharpened.

We prospered and we grew and we adorned our love with promises and dreams and the flowers never wilted under your care. You brushed the worry from my mind and captured my heat in your hand. We engulfed one another in a sea of sweet rapture and the only cure for it was more.

I woke up somewhere else.

— m.v