Image of the famed 6th century Roman chariot racetrack
circus maximus, “wind”
from: circus maximus, 1967
“
You say that once knew for sure
But now you’re walkin’ into shore to wonder*
The more you learn the less you know
The more you move the more you go to nowhere*
You ask a bird as she flies by
Just where she’s at she says, where the wind blows*
Ask her by that what she means
She says she doesn’t know
But as she flew away she seemed to say
[Chorus]
The wind is love is the wind
Wind is my love
Who knows the wind
Who knows my love
Where blows the wind
The wind is my love
You say you staggered to your room
Sleep by day and plot by noon
Your conscious plight
Pack your dreams, you move away
Decide to eat and live by day
And leave the night
City sun blinks in your eyes
You shade your face and realize
A lonely crowd
Then at once you feel the smile
And then the ice warm air moves by
She says the breeze provokes her sigh
CHORUS
You say you found another spring
Another joy or human thing
Called lovers
You play your role as a comedy
Refreshing well the tradgedy
Your living
Lovers shore, or so you say
Like the wind love blew away
But as she left she seemed to say
CHORUS”
Vocalist Bob Bruno’s band Circus Maximus carried this chilled jazz remnant from late night progressive radio into forever 1967. None other than Oneonta, N.Y.’s Jerry Jeff Walker was in the band. It stands up in the wind of time with a convincing convincingness. Pretentiously earnest and its late and dark, later than you usually stay up, as you’re listening ruminating about your place in the universe. Relaxation and a sense of everything is going to be all right just almost eases its way into the picture.
