Friday, 2 September 2011

The Time Has Come To Be Gone

It's odd how songs come to be lodged in one's cranium.

One minute you're happily recalling a tune that resonated with you not a few listens back, the next it's two weeks later and somehow it has become the sound track to your life. Step forth, Led Zeppelin...

"Got no time to for spreadin' roots, the time has come to be gone.
And though our health we drank a thousand times,
it's time to ramble on."

Granted, having a Zep tune on perennial mental repeat is infinitely preferable to Katy Perry, the Black Eyed Peas, or any number of other saccharine throwaway dross that makes one long for the melodic tones of an NYC fire truck interruption. Still, the element of confusion as to how it became lodged remains, as I'd barely listened to the band for months before. But what a tune, capturing the essence of a wandering mind and perseverance through fatigue. It's also heavily referential to the work of Tolkien, throwing us back to the days when sprawling fantasy was a perfectly reasonable subject to influence music and still expect a multi-platinum record. 

And here's a semi-passable rendition of the song by alt-indie turned pure-poppers Train. The posting of which is most likely a crime befitting of the death penalty, should the classic rock Dad's brigade get wind of it. Lucky, then, that 98.6% of them frequent not the humble indie music blogs.

Enjoy your Labor Day ramblings, folks.

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