The title is borrowed from the novel by Shirley Hazzard of the same name; I grafted the central love story in it onto one of my central love stories.
lyrics
Transit of Venus
The last time we met I know my face seemed unfamiliar—
You hadn’t seen the way your absence broke me.
Nor the way I’d mended, scarred and silvered,
One side pulled blue, stoop of apology.
Grief is an artist with its painter’s eye for detail
And its refusal of outside obligations—
Oh, the details I held onto.
The violinist on the corner by the window
In cowboy boots plays Mozart through an amp.
Movie themes, Claire de Lune and Some Romantic Evening
Brief reprieve from that lion grief
The only way to hurt you would have been to tell you
That I knew you were not a noble man,
But I loved you anyway.
What good is guilt with no mercy?
I have dreamt so strongly of you,
Walked so, talked so,
Loved so your shadow—
Nothing remains of you.
“If he were to die the world would be a room where no one sees her”,
Is a line I read long after you were dead.
Re-enter the story, fall in love with what’s to be here—
How can it be that there is still suspense?
Can I help you now? No.
credits
from Dead Reckoning,
released January 15, 2023
Connor Schultze, bass; Stéphane San Juan, drums; Mark Spencer, guitar, mellotron; Agustin Uriburu, acoustic guitar, Scotty Hard, arrangement
supported by 6 fans who also own “Transit of Venus”
The stripped-down approach (mostly piano/organ, bass, drums) favoured here puts the spotlight squarely on Brown's soulful, meditative lyrics and vocals, which are frequently augmented by the sublime Kate Fenner. The arrangements are no slouch either, with perfect flourishes of horns, harmonica and guitar that add to the overall warm folk-soul vibe.
Right on target, so direct, this album feels as natural as the changing seasons and weaves a spell that lingers long after listening. Mike Garrett
supported by 4 fans who also own “Transit of Venus”
As a lifelong fan of psyche, I was delighted to have found this, stunned that I'd missed them for three decades and devastated by the news of Dallas' passing. Makes many of the album's lyrics even more poignant. I hear echoes of the Chocolate Watch Band, Long Ryders and both the pop and country sides of the Byrds. Stunning, and a contender for my album of the year. Iain H