Creative day- Tales of Brave Ulysses

Tales Of Brave Ulysses

You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
And the colours of the sea bind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses,

It’s a odd thing a song it can move you in ways both strange and crazy, make you feel, low and high at the same time, empower and disillusions you too.
But how many for us take the time to find out the history or the meaning, I don’t mean history as in chart position of even if it came out on CD or tape, I mean the spark which fired the writing to action.

How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.
And you see a girl’s brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.

Tales OF Brave Ulysses is a song for May 1967 written by Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp and performed by the blues/ psychedelic group called Cream who’s members were bassist/vocalist Jack Bruce, guitarist/vocalist Eric Clapton, and drummer Ginger Baker
The song itself can be found the groups second LP (long player) Disraeli Gears, which was  released in November 1967

And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

Martin Sharp wrote the words of the song on a beer mat which he gave to Eric Clapton after a chance meeting, the words were inspired by Homers Odyssey and the account of the adventures undertaken by Ulysses and the fact that Martin Sharp had just returned from holiday inland of  Ibiza
The lyrics were then put into a melody inspired by Judy Collins version of a Leonard Cohein song Suzanne.
    More music was added by bassist Jack Bruce and his ability to match his own vocals to the rhythm of the song 

Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses, how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

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