Saturday, May 2, 2009

Time: The Revelator


Gillian Welch's 2001 song, with Dave Rawlings "Time (The Revelator)", ebbs and flows in my mind's songbook, mostly for its language and sentiment. This morning walking around in the drizzle, it flowed all over me as the song for today. The Revelator sounds like a Mormon prophet or a machine from yesterday's future, a diviner of gods' will, or a 'Queen of Fakes and Imitators." Only time tells...


Darling remember from when you come to me
that I’m the pretender,
I’m not what I’m supposed to be
but who could know, lf I’m a traitor?
times the revelator, revelator.

They caught the katy, and left me a mule to ride.
The fortune lady came along she walked beside,
but every word seemed to date her.
Times the revelator, the revelator.

Up in the morning up and on the ride.
I drive in to corning and all the spindles whine
and ever day is getting straighter.
Times the revelator the revelator

Leaving the valley and fucking out of sight
I’ll go back to cali where I can sleep out every night
and watch the waves and move the fader.
Queen of fakes and Imitators
Times the revelator.

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