Evenings of Damask Sessions - Alternative Studio Version 1968

[Marc Bolan]

At the end of it when we finish can you turn the drum microphone up loud just to record the squeaks on it as I let it out just to see want it sounds like

[False-Start]

[Tony Visconti]

Uh, even if I don't quite manage to get it the squeaks are there on the reduction you can turn it up

[Marc Bolan]

Yeah that's cool

[Tony Visconti]

The squeaks will be recorded

[Marc Bolan]

If you turn it up loud, you might get a weird sort of

[Tony Visconti]

Well, it will distort

[Marc Bolan]

Distort yeah so were distorted [?] psychedelic

[Guitar practice]

[Tony Visconti in the background]

Did you hear about [??]

[Instrument practice]

[Marc Bolan practicing his singing]

The evenings of Damask are falling

The youth of truth chest

Feeds a starling

With his heart

A chosen man begged by the wayside

[Tony Visconti]

Can you move a little closer to the mic

[Marc Bolan]

Yeah

[False-Start]

The evenings of Damask are falling

[Marc Bolan]

Were balanced [?]

[Tony Visconti]

Just for [??]

[Marc Bolan]

1 2 3 4

[successful take of Evenings of Damask]

The evenings of Damask are falling

The youth of truth chest

Feeds a starling

With his heart

A chosen man begged by the wayside

A horse came soon and died before him

And said eat

The icy claws of earth are crawling

Upon my baby's brow and calling

Please come home

The boy unlike the man was smiling

For gulleys, streams and hills would hide him

Like a swan

A vagabond, a weaver warrior

Produced a loom, a cheese and chopper

And said choose

My sandled feet are fleet like water

I kiss the limbs of Earthless daughter

A little tree