Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch
An alcoholic plaint contrasting the traditional religious attitude towards drunkenness with nihilist hedonism. I would suggest the outcome is ambiguous, as the spiritual ban is dismissed but still with him.
Well, I had a dream the other night
I thought that I saw Jesus in the pale moonlight
But maybe I could be mistaken
He would not smile upon me nor take my hand
Well I stand here all alone deep in the darkness
Saint Peter bars the way into the promised land
An angel calls my name from deep beneath the earth
Come give to me your soul I'll tell you what it's worth
I've been a drunken fool I've broken every rule
I know what seems to be right turns out to be wrong
Don't let my soul be damned, oh God, I do confess
Don't let me suffer here the Devil wants my soul
If I could ask of you a simple question
I do not want to bug you nor waste your time
I sit here drinking among my fellow men
They all seem happy to me, what is their sin?
There lies a secret pool, alive with fish and oh
A serpent hangs above and darts out his tongue
Pray tell me who you are, what is your memory?
Don't you know that sinners fear my flickering tongue
I dreamed that I did drink from that bubbling spring
And all I've ever known I was soon to forget
Promised Land was written by Bert Jansch.
Promised Land was produced by Shel Talmy.