Every now and then you hear something so original you can barely process it at first. My first few listens of Morphine, like my first few listens of Portishead, gave me all this dissonance and darkness. And then something changes inside you, and suddenly it all sounds fantastic. They bent my brain in a new direction, and I love it. And that sax break ends (3:47) with the baddest motif in the history of saxophones. Da-duh, da-duh, da-duh, da-duh-huh. All leading up to that final note.
You know what I really like in this band? They change people. You can't just casually listen to them, their music crawls in your skin and stays forever if you let it. And that's a good thing - I can honestly say, that this music changed me for good and taught me good things
Each time I hear Morphine, I remind myself how thankful I am I saw them live. Not only that, I spoke to Mark after the gig and he signed my cassette of Like Swimming. I guess I am boasting a bit. But you'll forgive cos you know how much Morphine mean to you too.
Sitting on the metro and listening to Morphine over and over again, like a medicine for the soul. Sometimes I need to shut the door to the outer world and just nest inside. Morphine knew better. They knew the palette that colours our dreams, desires, fears, darkness and light. Never have I ever found a better soundtrack to navigate my inner waters.
это моя любимая песня у Morphine . узнала я о ней от человека, с которым у меня невзаимная любовь.я не признавалась и не буду, это останется секретом в моём сердце.об этом никто не узнает, потому что мало людей слышали эту песню и в целом что-то об этой группе.💔
So here i am, sipping wine at 3am to this moody & gloriously dark album, melancholia hits & a sudden deep sense of beauty that only Mark knew the secret of. What a beast of an album, what a treat to my lonesome soul. Nothing will ever come close to how good this band is, was..nevermind..
Thanks for posting! One of my favorite songs off one of my all-time favorite albums. I listened to this album so often on my first trip to San Diego it's become a permanent association for me. As well as an essential part of all subsequent visits there. This album & the beach in Encinitas compliment each other well.
si no es la mejor canción de morphine está muy cerca. la letra es increible, el solo del saxo la rompe toda, el groove de la batería no se queda atrás; pero a mí lo que más loco me vuelve es la bajada siniestra que hace el piano cuando mark canta "i dropped it on the floor" justo antes de entrar al estribillo... te juro que me rompe la cabeza
@@bazookahorse You know what, I've gotten so confused about who plays on which track. If I remember correctly, Jerome said on a podcast that some of the songs on The Night had both of them playing. Apparently Mark wasn't satisfied with either of them and wanted kind of a Frankenstein of them both.
I remember meeting you, we were super low Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones And I remember being this close, but never alone You gave me alittle something to take home I dropped it on the floor I dropped it on the floor Dropped iton the floor I dropped it If I can only remember the name that's enough for me Because names hold the key Names hold key If I can only remember the name that's enough for me Because names hold the key Names hold key Souvenir of nothing Brought home a souvenir of nothing It fits into a pocket A souvenir a souvenir of nowhere Somewhere I've never beenbefore I dropped it on the floor I dropped it on the floor Dropped iton the floor I dropped it If I can only remember the name that's enough for me Because names hold the key Names hold key If I can only remember the name that's enough for me Because names hold the key Names hold key A souvenir of nothing A souvenir of nothing I remember meeting you, we were super low Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones
El Paso, Texas. Venía conduciendo mi camioneta Bronco 1984 una noche de niebla cerrada. A las 2:00 am decidí parar en un nightclub al.costado de la ruta. No había muchos autos afuera, pero al entrar me sorprendió la cantidad de gente que había allli. En determinado momento se bajan las luces del local y comienza a sonar esta canción. Subió una chica a hacer su número. Se creó una atmósfera de misterio, oscura, sensual, teatral, artística. Podías percibir el perfume de la chica en el aire, era sutil, otoñal, te cautivaba, era como estar al lado de una estufa a leña en invierno (probablemente la fragancia era By the fireplace). El show activaba tus sentidos al máximo. La gente estaba extasiada. Cuando el número terminó vi gente llorar, reir, aplaudir, gritar, eufórica, se abrazaban unos a otros. Fue una locura. Era como estar dentro de un cuento de Carver.
Thats one of the most climatic and Deep songs i have ever listened to. For me its great that Morphine are a band that nearly noone listen to. It separate It from the trash that they broadcast in tv and radio. But why they are so underestimate... dont know really.
It’s like saying no one likes eating truffles. Millions appreciate them but a small percentage of 7 BILLION. I’d much rather have a cult following than be a worldwide celebrity. But I do know what you mean when lames start to latch onto great music you’ve loved in the minority. I know it shouldn’t effect how I feel about them at all but I can’t lie, it does. RIP Mark Sandman
I was relieved to find a discussion happening here :') This tune is so huge it's vast, so rich, so rank and sexy at the same time, pure style, and it also gets to be a trip hop song taken in a different direction, which is something I've always wanted to do. A true luxury of a song, able to enhance any situation. It's produced (and ofc written) like a mofo too, low end masterpiece, every time you play it you notice a new layer. And yet in it's essence it's a lesson in simplicity. Hard hitting quality. Only just discovered this band, it was like unlocking some forgotten vault full of fresh wonders. Made it even worse to find out Sandman had died, but then again he did it doing what he loved, and how many can truly say that.
Check out "Soup, Cosmos and Tears (Bukowski & Morphine straight ahead mash up)" foe this tune (instrumental only) as a great back up to Charles Bukowski reading a poem. And that poem reading is sampled in Apollo 440's "Tears of the Gods"
For me, what makes this song so incredible is that Mark seems to be singing very slightly flat in parts. I'm not sure if it was intentional (it probably was) but it just lends this amazing melancholy vibe to it that I'm not sure would have been achieved had he been pitch perfect throughout. Genius, can't think of many other examples of it
@@user-eu4ts3uc8e Ты быдляк , был бы рядом так бы не вякал. Я тебя на этой самой лавке - свободно бы выразил ( мягко говоря) сразу слышно что чухан , а если бы рядом был - сопли жевал бы.
I remember meeting you, we were super low Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones And I remember being this close, but never alone You gave me a little something to take home I dropped it on the floor I dropped it on the floor Dropped it on the floor I dropped it If I can only remember the name that's enough for me because names hold the key Names hold key If I can only remember the name that's enough for me because names hold the key Names hold key Souvenir of nothing Brought home a souvenir of nothing It fits into a pocket A souvenir a souvenir of nowhere, somewhere I've never been before I dropped it on the floor I dropped it on the floor Dropped it on the floor I dropped it If I can only remember the name that's enough for me because names hold the key Names hold key If I can only remember the name that's enough for me because names hold the key Names hold key A souvenir of nothing A souvenir of nothing I remember meeting you, we were super low Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones
Every now and then you hear something so original you can barely process it at first. My first few listens of Morphine, like my first few listens of Portishead, gave me all this dissonance and darkness. And then something changes inside you, and suddenly it all sounds fantastic. They bent my brain in a new direction, and I love it. And that sax break ends (3:47) with the baddest motif in the history of saxophones. Da-duh, da-duh, da-duh, da-duh-huh. All leading up to that final note.
You know what I really like in this band? They change people. You can't just casually listen to them, their music crawls in your skin and stays forever if you let it. And that's a good thing - I can honestly say, that this music changed me for good and taught me good things
@@paulth1170 made me take up Jazz Piano! Was classically trained.
They know EXACTLY what they’re doing with that thing man
It's impossible not to love at least some of songs of Morphine. I took em from the first day I've heard them 🎶
Each time I hear Morphine, I remind myself how thankful I am I saw them live. Not only that, I spoke to Mark after the gig and he signed my cassette of Like Swimming. I guess I am boasting a bit. But you'll forgive cos you know how much Morphine mean to you too.
i never did get to see them play. Really one of my favorite bands. Such a dark, wistful, different sound.
Holy hell I’ve said it’s just like swimming so many times.
Weird enough for me to search ‘like swimming’
Peace brother
.. and I painfully & regretfully must remember that I've missed them live, unfortunately. Defenetly ❤
This sax solo, oh my God!!!
Sitting on the metro and listening to Morphine over and over again, like a medicine for the soul. Sometimes I need to shut the door to the outer world and just nest inside. Morphine knew better. They knew the palette that colours our dreams, desires, fears, darkness and light. Never have I ever found a better soundtrack to navigate my inner waters.
это моя любимая песня у Morphine . узнала я о ней от человека, с которым у меня невзаимная любовь.я не признавалась и не буду, это останется секретом в моём сердце.об этом никто не узнает, потому что мало людей слышали эту песню и в целом что-то об этой группе.💔
So here i am, sipping wine at 3am to this moody & gloriously dark album, melancholia hits & a sudden deep sense of beauty that only Mark knew the secret of. What a beast of an album, what a treat to my lonesome soul. Nothing will ever come close to how good this band is, was..nevermind..
The drum of this song is brutal work
His groove is some next level shit
So clean and tight. Just right.
Bro black metal drum are brutal not slow rock wtf😂😂😂
This reminds me of the dark world of David Lynch movies like Lost Highway with Fred Matteson and his sax. Pure dark and weird bliss.
This reminds me of ........ oh, shut! can't remember..... ;)
lolasays shut?
Tom29 pardon me! I meant Sh*it (maybe in a less rude way.....)
lolasays Did you ever remember what this reminds you of? ;)
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Thanks for posting! One of my favorite songs off one of my all-time favorite albums. I listened to this album so often on my first trip to San Diego it's become a permanent association for me. As well as an essential part of all subsequent visits there. This album & the beach in Encinitas compliment each other well.
si no es la mejor canción de morphine está muy cerca. la letra es increible, el solo del saxo la rompe toda, el groove de la batería no se queda atrás; pero a mí lo que más loco me vuelve es la bajada siniestra que hace el piano cuando mark canta "i dropped it on the floor" justo antes de entrar al estribillo... te juro que me rompe la cabeza
Jerome Deupree is such an amazing drummer. His groove is incomparable.
Agree. Very smooth and yet so rolling and groovy.
@@etamlix Good description.
the rimshot!
Is this Jerome or Billy? Does sound a lot like Jerome's jazzier styling.
@@bazookahorse You know what, I've gotten so confused about who plays on which track. If I remember correctly, Jerome said on a podcast that some of the songs on The Night had both of them playing. Apparently Mark wasn't satisfied with either of them and wanted kind of a Frankenstein of them both.
I remember meeting you, we were super low
Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones
And I remember being this close, but never alone
You gave me alittle something to take home
I dropped it on the floor I dropped it on the floor
Dropped iton the floor I dropped it
If I can only remember the name that's enough for me
Because names hold the key
Names hold key
If I can only remember the name that's enough for me
Because names hold the key
Names hold key
Souvenir of nothing
Brought home a souvenir of nothing
It fits into a pocket
A souvenir a souvenir of nowhere
Somewhere I've never beenbefore
I dropped it on the floor I dropped it on the floor
Dropped iton the floor I dropped it
If I can only remember the name that's enough for me
Because names hold the key
Names hold key
If I can only remember the name that's enough for me
Because names hold the key
Names hold key
A souvenir of nothing
A souvenir of nothing
I remember meeting you, we were super low
Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones
El Paso, Texas. Venía conduciendo mi camioneta Bronco 1984 una noche de niebla cerrada. A las 2:00 am decidí parar en un nightclub al.costado de la ruta. No había muchos autos afuera, pero al entrar me sorprendió la cantidad de gente que había allli. En determinado momento se bajan las luces del local y comienza a sonar esta canción. Subió una chica a hacer su número. Se creó una atmósfera de misterio, oscura, sensual, teatral, artística. Podías percibir el perfume de la chica en el aire, era sutil, otoñal, te cautivaba, era como estar al lado de una estufa a leña en invierno (probablemente la fragancia era By the fireplace). El show activaba tus sentidos al máximo. La gente estaba extasiada. Cuando el número terminó vi gente llorar, reir, aplaudir, gritar, eufórica, se abrazaban unos a otros. Fue una locura. Era como estar dentro de un cuento de Carver.
Gracias por contar esa bonita anécdota..me traslade allí mismo por momentos..
One of the best music of all times. Almost no views. Couldn't be better.
Best band. Greetings from Brazil
Pure genius
Thats one of the most climatic and Deep songs i have ever listened to. For me its great that Morphine are a band that nearly noone listen to. It separate It from the trash that they broadcast in tv and radio. But why they are so underestimate... dont know really.
Mikołaj Karpiewski It's great for you that one of your favourite bands doesn't have the number of listeners it should have? Way to root for them.
Only "nearly". Some like us do. ;-)
It’s like saying no one likes eating truffles. Millions appreciate them but a small percentage of 7 BILLION. I’d much rather have a cult following than be a worldwide celebrity.
But I do know what you mean when lames start to latch onto great music you’ve loved in the minority. I know it shouldn’t effect how I feel about them at all but I can’t lie, it does.
RIP Mark Sandman
I actually wish they where more well none. Its such an amazing band and they should be reconized as much as the beatles or queen.
I was relieved to find a discussion happening here :')
This tune is so huge it's vast, so rich, so rank and sexy at the same time, pure style, and it also gets to be a trip hop song taken in a different direction, which is something I've always wanted to do. A true luxury of a song, able to enhance any situation.
It's produced (and ofc written) like a mofo too, low end masterpiece, every time you play it you notice a new layer. And yet in it's essence it's a lesson in simplicity. Hard hitting quality.
Only just discovered this band, it was like unlocking some forgotten vault full of fresh wonders. Made it even worse to find out Sandman had died, but then again he did it doing what he loved, and how many can truly say that.
The Sexophone solo is the meanest thing I've ever heard, it's like Satan's Jazz band fucking love it.
просто вау)
Check out "Soup, Cosmos and Tears (Bukowski & Morphine straight ahead mash up)" foe this tune (instrumental only) as a great back up to Charles Bukowski reading a poem. And that poem reading is sampled in Apollo 440's "Tears of the Gods"
This song helped me remember the name,
and that’s enough for me🥹👌
For me, what makes this song so incredible is that Mark seems to be singing very slightly flat in parts. I'm not sure if it was intentional (it probably was) but it just lends this amazing melancholy vibe to it that I'm not sure would have been achieved had he been pitch perfect throughout. Genius, can't think of many other examples of it
Лучшая у Марка!Охуительная просто песня
Не самая) зацени Call Back, Swing It Low, Rope on Fire, Eleven O'Clock
Не ругайтесь матом , .....В храме морфина 🕯️⛔
@@user-gw8wc1hu9z ты чтото попутал тут свобода слова и выражения чувств фить под лавку присмыкающиеся😂
@@user-eu4ts3uc8e Ты быдляк , был бы рядом так бы не вякал. Я тебя на этой самой лавке - свободно бы выразил ( мягко говоря) сразу слышно что чухан , а если бы рядом был - сопли жевал бы.
Обожаю!!!
+++
geniuses at work ... especially at 01:21
names hold the key
If anything is better than Colley's bari, I haven't heard it
Ever heard John Coltrane ?
@@vinnycosta7647 he said bari.
Кайф
да!!
groove impareggiabile !!!!!!
My fave
It sounds cliche, but they WERE literally one of, if not THE greatest band that almost nobody listened to.
They were just out of this f***ing world...
that rimshot OH MYY GOOD! SO GOOD
amazing
Background piano sounds a bit like Fiona Apple.
Special song.
Pesadão na moral
Super
God damn
Low end theory.
Nice
Bruh that snare...
🖤🖤
💮
Good
Names hold the key...kellie elaine-battle maiden for the light, or of the light?
Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones
Growls
nostalgica
Porqué no está este disco en spotify?☹️
Es una señal. Los discos buenos hay que escucharlos en formato físico. La calidad de sonido sigue siendo superior al streaming a dia de hoy.
This belongs in my television series....
🦆🕉🔯💟🔯🕉🦆
Bueno..punto. sssshhhttttt
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he sounds like johnny depp
Ваш комментарий очень личный. Вам , что довелось слышать как Джонни это делает 😷?
@@user-gw8wc1hu9z Нет, он просто звучит как он
@@dqena Я вас понял. Вы о музыкальной деятельности актёра.
@@user-gw8wc1hu9z Да! У Джонни большой талант, когда дело касается музыки.
I remember meeting you, we were super low
Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones
And I remember being this close, but never alone
You gave me a little something to take home
I dropped it on the floor
I dropped it on the floor
Dropped it on the floor
I dropped it
If I can only remember the name that's enough for me because names hold the key
Names hold key
If I can only remember the name that's enough for me because names hold the key
Names hold key
Souvenir of nothing
Brought home a souvenir of nothing
It fits into a pocket
A souvenir a souvenir of nowhere, somewhere I've never been before
I dropped it on the floor
I dropped it on the floor
Dropped it on the floor
I dropped it
If I can only remember the name that's enough for me because names hold the key
Names hold key
If I can only remember the name that's enough for me because names hold the key
Names hold key
A souvenir of nothing
A souvenir of nothing
I remember meeting you, we were super low
Surrounded by the sounds of saxophones