Happy are you if you can appreciate a smile and forget a frown Happy are you if you can take small things seriously They will be valued most by those about them. FromВ Robert BloomfieldДЄnd revels in variety The Small Beautitudes by Joseph FollietД«lessed are those who can laugh at themselves Д«lessed are those who can tell a mountain from a molehill It is in giving to all men that we receiveДЄnd in dying that we are born to eternal life. Some people are too busy to give you a smile-ДЇor the good Lord knows that no one needs a smile so badlyДЄs he or she who has no more smiles left to give. None are so rich that can get along without it-ДЄnd none are so poor but that can be made rich by it.ДЄnd yet it cannot be begged, borrowed, or stolen, It takes but a moment, but the memory of it usually lasts forever. Will find the secret of them both, is Love. He who would know the secret of both worlds, Now will I draw aside the veil from Love, Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts. What do they whisper to each other? Love. What do all seek so earnestly? вЂTis Love. May you always have enough happiness to keep you sweet,ДЄnd enough determination to make each day a good day. Take time to laugh, it is the music of the soul. Take time to look around, it is too short a day to be selfish. Take tie to dream, it is hitching your wagon to a star.

Take time to be friendly, it is the road to happiness. Take tie to read, it is the fountain of wisdom. Take time to play, it is the secret of perpetual youth. Take time to think, it is the source of power. The tender вЂSpectral MorningвЂ™ is a childlike lullaby that lives up to LawrenceвЂ™s title, as does the weeping navelgazer вЂTeargardensвЂ™, вЂBook of SwordsвЂ™ is so swooningly romantic it could be a wedding song, and the positively epic, 7-minute closer, вЂSeahorses on BroadwayвЂ™ is more ephemeral, experimental and hesitant than LawrenceвЂ™s title suggests, even if you could imagine what a seahorse doing the boogaloo down Broadway might look like!ДЄs with the other reissues, Cherry Red are tossing in a 7' single and other contemporary ephemera if you buy the CD box edition and this time theyвЂ™ve coupled two tracks from the вЂњFinal Resting of The ArkвЂќ EP: (the title track is LawrenceвЂ™s paean to 1920s Paris and the вЂ60s New York Underground, featuring the spookily disarming sax work of Richard Thomas (Dif Juz, Hope Blister, Butterfly Child)) and вЂThereвЂ™s No Such Thing As VictoryвЂ™, a whispered rumination on resolved acceptance of loss, a failed life that seem to occupy much of LawrenceвЂ™s lyrics during these latter stages of the bandвЂ™s existence.Take time to work, it is the price of success. Why Creation even released it becomes apparent when you check out whoвЂ™s in the ProducerвЂ™s chair вЂ“ why, itвЂ™s none other than Creation co-founder Slaughter Joe Foster!Д«ut taken at face value, it is a rather snappy, finger poppinвЂ™ daddio groove with vibes (aka the xylophone) to the fore tinkling away with reckless abandon on Lawrence-supplied titles like the frolicking title track thatвЂ™s sure to get you up and on your feet in the morning, the smoky, late night headnodder вЂOn WeegeeвЂ™s SidewalkвЂ™, and the vaudevillian вЂPress Softly On The Brakes, HollyвЂ™, which would fit perfect in Maria MuldaurвЂ™s songbook if Lawrence added lyrics (cf., вЂDonвЂ™t You Feel My Leg (DonвЂ™t You Get Me High)вЂ™). Oh, they may tell you that Lawrence was involved throughout, but donвЂ™t believe them вЂ“ he just came up with the song titles! So as an addition to the вЂњFeltвЂќ discography, it was universally panned as their weakest album understandably, since it is not a Felt album.

By the time you get through the first couple of songs, you begin to realise this is not a Felt album at all, but a jazzy cocktail lounge space age bachelor pad groovathon (on vibes, no less!) thatвЂ™s basically a side project of drummer Gary Ainge and keyboardist Martin Duffy trading under the Felt banner. For a band known for its eclectic idiosyncrasies, even this was a major headscratcher back upon initial release 30 years ago. This is a wacky one from a band whose picture is under вЂњWackyвЂќ in the musical dictionary.

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