Shall I see you tonight, sister
bathed in magic greet?
bathed in magic greet?
Shall we meet on the hilltop
where the two roads meet?
where the two roads meet?
We will form the circle,
hold our hands and chant
hold our hands and chant
Let the great one know
what it is we want
what it is we want
Danger is great joy,
dark is bright as fire
dark is bright as fire
Happy is our family
lonely is our ward
lonely is our ward
Father, we are waiting
for you to appear
for you to appear
Do you feel the panic,
can you see the fear?
can you see the fear?
Mother, we are waiting
for you to give consent
for you to give consent
If there's to be a marriage,
we need contempt
we need contempt
Danger is great joy,
dark is bright as fire
dark is bright as fire
Happy is our family,
lonely is our ward
lonely is our ward
Marianne Faithfull
The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics
Naropa University
Boulder, Colorado USA
1988-89
01 I Fear I Am Like Phoebe Cates (poem)
02 Working Class Hero
03 Brain Drain
04 Morning Come
05 Take It Easy
06 Strange Weather
07 The Ballad of Lucy Jordan (false start)
08 The Ballad of Lucy Jordan
09 She's Got a Problem
10 Times Square
11 Sign of Judgement
12 Falling from Grace
13 Guilt
14 introduction by Marianne Faithfull
15 Falling from Grace
16 Guilt
17 Strange Weather
18 Brain Drain
19 Farewell, Angelina
20 Blue Millionaire
21 Foreign Eyes
22 Working Class Hero
23 Why'd Ya Do It?
24 Boulevard of Broken Dreams
25 Times Square
26 Marianne Faithfull closing announcement
27 I've Heard It Said (a cappella)
Total time: 1:29:44
disc break goes after Track 13
Tracks 01-11: 7.16.1988
Tracks 12-13: 7.28.1989
Tracks 14-26: 7.29.1989
Track 27: 7.20.1989
Marianne Faithfull - vocals
Steven Taylor - guitar (Tracks 01-11)
Barry Reynolds - guitar & vocals (Tracks 12-26)
with an unidentified harmonica player (Track 18)
256/48k audio streamed from the Naropa Archives
converted to 16/44 CD Audio, edited, assembled and slightly remastered by EN, February 2025
436 MB FLAC/direct link
436 MB FLAC/direct link
As everybody knows by now, Marianne Faithfull passed away a couple of days ago, after many decades of iconhood that will soon belong to the ages.
Instead, I thought a figure of this uncompromising stature deserved a less autonomically rote approach, so I spent the time since she passed whipping up this little 90-minute excursion into her world and a good example of what made her what she was to millions.
This dates from the late Eighties, when she taught workshops in songwriting at the then-new Naropa University in Boulder, Colorado, and features some searingly emotional, naked and heartfelt acoustic performances with just a single guitar accompanying her.