Seasons In The Sun

Status
Cover Song


Song Author
Terry Jacks


Recording Session(s)
January 19-21, 1993 Ariola BMG Studios, Rio de Janeiro, BR


Notes
Nirvana covered the song during their 1993.01.19-21 session in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.


The song was originally titled "Le Moribund" by Jacques Brel. It became a hit in Canada, the United States and the United Kingdom after Terry Jacks translated and retitled it as "Seasons In The Sun." The single was released in 1973 and an album by the same name came out in January 1974. (Amazon does not list the album, but Jacks' version of the song can be found on several compilations.)




(Thanks to DN member Cough Syrup for their input.)


 
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Alternate/Working Titles
None Documented


Common Mislabels
None Documented


Mislabels in the Bootography
None Documented


Lyrics

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“The azurite will lift,” she said quietly. “You’ll leave a mark.”

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Lena’s jaw tightened. She was a scientist. She had data. She had protocols. But she also had a memory: her grandmother, in a hospice in Palermo, reaching for a cheap print of Caravaggio’s Nativity . The old woman’s finger had traced the manger, the ox, the stunned shepherd. She had died that night. And Lena had washed the print with distilled water and a microfibre cloth, erasing the fingerprint as if it had never been. | | Mechanism | Matches dictionary words; fixes

The church of San Dalmazio sat on a ridge in Umbria, ancient as the dust that swam in its shafts of afternoon light. For forty years, Matteo had touched its walls — not with reverence, but with conversation. His palm against a chipped angel’s wing. His thumb tracing a faded eye of Christ. He believed that restoration was a kind of grammar: you learn the language of the original hand, then you speak back in whispers, not shouts.

“Well?” she said.


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