Where are you now my best, most beautiful, friend?
I can't see you now, I know that you've been poor
I can't hear you now, can you hear me at all?
Now that you've gone from me I'm up and down
I know it's my fault I said I'd stick around
But I had to go, the walls were closing in
Though I'm stuck here now, I'm bound to you within
Oh! Where did you go my best, my most, beautiful friend?
Open your arms and catch me once again
Where are you now my best, most beautiful, friend?
Where have you gone?
For me this is both a beautiful song on a literal level and an allegory for living the socialist life - 'you wish all the wrong things in the world could be right'... 'If we collect all the strays and make them feel safe, there'll be some more out there to keep us awake.' Chris Clark
Welsh art-rock group HMS Morris make music full of plot twists; explosive, colorful rhythms can turn into shadowy introspection on a dime. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020