Let the bells ring out (ring out)
I don’t believe it’s all for nothing
It’s not just written in the sand
Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow
Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain
There he goes moving across the water
There he goes turning my whole world around
Countless near midnights or after mid-night nights, spent tuned into MTV (the music version) watching and rewatching The Last Waltz. Ah, that thick beautiful golden cover, sliding albums in and out, always reverently, attuned to a mood or needing a new one.
Fallen Angel. Once Were Brothers.
Broken Arrow. Peyote Healing.
Up on Cripple Creek. Dry Your Eyes.
The Weight.
God Rest Your Soul as you have rested mine.
My very first and my very last theatre-seated waltz with The Band occurred on February 21, 1986, in Worchester, Massachusetts.
March 4, 1986 The Band and the world lost Richard Manuel to suicide.
Dry Your Eyes, The Band (writers: Robertson/Diamond) from The Last Waltz. https://youtu.be/8PvYFq2BcY4.
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