"Paper Sun" (Steve Winwood - Jim Capaldi; Island Music, Inc./Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.) [4:16] [3:26] |
Recorded at Olympic Sound Studios, London |
Released 26 May 1967; Island Records WIP 6002, UK #5, US #94 (August) |
Traffic: Steve Winwood (guitar), Dave Mason (sitar, tambura), Chris Wood (flute), Jim Capaldi (percussion). |
Produced by Jimmy Miller with Eddie Kramer (engineer). |
Traffic. 1968. Heaven Is in Your Mind [1]. New York: Island Records. [Island 314 542 824-2] |
Notes and Quotes |
Section | Meas. | Description | Text |
Intro | 16 | Drums, sitar, tambura, flute, multitracked | |
Verse | 16 + 16 | Vocal solo over drums, sitar, flute, guitar, w/ choral response | a |
Refrain | 16 | Chorus over guitar/sitar runs | b |
Bridge | 16 | As in intro | |
Verse | 16 + 16 | Vocal solo over drums, sitar, flute, guitar, w/ chorus | c |
Refrain | 16 | Chorus over guitar/sitar runs | b |
Bridge | 16 | ||
Chorus | 24 | d | |
Verse | 16 + 16 | e | |
Refrain | 16 | Chorus over guitar/sitar runs | b |
Coda | 16+ | Solo vocal over chorus, guitar, sitar, drums, guitar | f |
Text | |
Well
you think you've had a good time with the boy that you just met, Kicking sand from beach to beach, your clothes all soaking wet. But if you look around and see a shadow on the run. Don't be too upset if its just a paper sun. |
a |
Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun | b |
In
the room where you've been sleeping, all your clothes all thrown about; Cigarettes burn window sills. Your meter's all run out. But then again it's nothing, you just split when day is done. Pitching lips to no one, hung up on the paper sun. |
c |
Standing
in the cool of my room. Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume. Too much sun will burn! Too much sun will burn! |
d |
When
you're feeling tired and lonely, you see people going home. You can't make the train fare or the six pence for the phone. And icicles you're crying from your cheek have just begun. Don't be sad, good times are had beneath the paper sun. |
e |
Daylight
breaks while you sleep on the sand. A seagull is stealing the ring from
your hand. The boy who had given you so much fun, has left you so cold in the paper sun. |
f |
Traffic | Schedule | Folk Freaks |
14-apr-15 |