Happy New Year to all my readers. This is my first post of the year other than the New Years’ post this morning at 12:01 AM CST. My next post in one hour will be just for all of my readers…
My friend CB (Cincinnati Baby Head) reminded me of this song not too long ago…so thank you CB. Man…wasn’t The Band a truly great band? Not many bands could get away with a name like that…but it is no question they lived up to it. They made pure music for the people…
Standin’ by your window in pain
A pistol in your hand And I beg you, dear Molly, girl, Try and understand your man the best you can.Not a good way to start your day.
Canada has given us Neil Young, The Guess Who, BTO, and many more but…to me, this band was their best export.
The Band had 3 great singers and a good one in Robbie. Robertson wrote most of the songs and wrote for the other three voices. He was smart enough to step aside and let his bandmates sing his songs. Not many singer/songwriters would do that but it worked well.
This song was on their second album called The Band released in 1969. The album is one of the best albums ever. It contained these songs, Up On Crippled Creek, The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, Whispering Pines, Rag Mama Rag, and more.
They recorded this album not in a recording studio but at Sammy Davis’s house in California. They remodeled the adjacent pool house into a recording studio. The Band fashioned a makeshift workshop environment similar to the one at their former home, Big Pink.
The album peaked at #2 in Canada, #9 on the Billboard 100, and #25 in the UK. This song was not released as a single.
Levon Helm: “Sometimes we would grow the songs from scratch, right there in the pool-house, sometimes we would just pull them out of thin air. We had story songs, we had picture songs and we had songs that emulated things we had heard. One thing that helped is that we had two different styles of rhythm section, with Richard and me swapping drum duties. That was done mainly to accommodate Garth’s ability to trade instruments around. Of course, Garth could play percussion, woodwind, bass—just about anything.”
Across The Great Divide
Standin’ by your window in pain
A pistol in your hand And I beg you, dear Molly, girl, Try and understand your man the best you can.Across the Great Divide
Just grab your hat, and take that ride Get yourself a bride And bring your children down to the river sideI had a goal in my younger days
I nearly wrote my will But I changed my mind for the better I’m at the still, had my fill and I’m fit to killAcross the Great Divide
Just grab your hat, and take that ride Get yourself a bride And bring your children down to the river sidePinball machine and a queen
I nearly took the bus Tried to keep my hands to myself They say it’s a must, but who can ya trust? Harvest moon shinin’ down from the sky A weary sign for all I’m gonna leave this one horse town Had to stall ’til the fall, now I’m gonna crawl Across the Great DivideNow Molly dear, don’t ya shed a tear
Your time will surely come You’ll feed your man chicken ev’ry Sunday Now tell me, hon, what ya done with the gun?Across the Great Divide
Just grab your hat, and take that ride Get yourself a bride And bring your children down to the river side