6/15/11

St... - The Man Who Called Himself Jesus / Poor Jimmy Wilson 7" (1968)


In November 1968, Strawbs released their second single, a song which talks about a true story lived by Dave Cousins in Danemark about a guy claiming to be Jesus. Cousins said that the song could have been a hit but was banned by the BBC because of the lyrics. I can't say but I doubt that the song had the potential to be a hit. It's a fine one but far from the best that the band did. The B-side song has a very nice melody. Both will be included in the 1st proper Strawbs album, only released 6 months later. Meanwhile, here and there a new addition to this 7" discography.

The Man Who Called Himself Jesus. He came into the shop and looked me straight between the eyes And said "You know I'm Jesus", and I must have looked surprised Because he said "Please don't be hasty, no-one understands But I've got a way to prove it" and he lifted up his hands. He was the man who called himself Jesus. For a minute I was speechless, then I looked into his face With sufficient lines of sadness for the total human race And I said "You must be joking" but he slowly shook his head And said "That's what they all say, I might as well be dead". He asked me if I knew a place where he could start to preach I said "Well try a church or maybe Brighton beach" And I was trying to be serious but he didn't seem impressed He said "You think I'm crazy, you're just like all the rest". I was really quite embarrassed, he was looking so sincere So I said "I close the shop soon, won't you come and have a beer" Then he asked me if I meant it and he smiled a funny smile And he said he'd rather like that and he hung arounds a while. On the way he stopped to pat little children's heads And he taught them one line prayers to say as they went off to their beds But mostly they were frightened and they looked at him wide eyed And when he said his name was Jesus, one girl even cried. In the pub I asked him if he'd tried to see the Pope And he said although he'd thought about it there was really not a hope Then he said he thought he'd better go, he had some work to do He said he'd come and see me in about a week or two. Well after he had gone I thought of what he'd said And all his funny actions they kept running through my head And when I felt my mind was drowning in a sea of mud It seemed his pint of beer had turned into a pint of blood

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