Traffic: John Barleycorn Must Die

Traffic Jul 1, 1970 UK: ISLAND ILPS 9116 and US: ISLAND UAS 5504
# Title Duration
1 Play Glad (Winwood) 06:59
2 Play Freedom Rider (Winwood/Capaldi)
Like a hurricane around your heart when earth and sky are torn apart
He comes gathering up the bits while hoping that the puzzle fits
He leaves you, he leaves you
Freedom rider

With a silver star between his eyes that open up at hidden lies
Big man crying with defeat, see people gathering in the street
You feel him, you feel him
Freedom rider

When lightning strikes you to the bone, you turn around, you're all alone
By the time you hear that silent (or siren?) sound, then your soul is in the lost and found
Forever, forever
Freedom rider
Here it comes
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05:35
3 Play Empty Pages (Winwood/Capaldi)
Found someone who can comfort me, but there are always exceptions
And she's good at appearing sane, but I just want you to know

She's the one makes me feel so good when everything is against me
Picks me up when I'm feeling down, so I've got something to show

Staring at empty pages, centered 'round the same plot
Staring at empty pages, flowing along in the ages

Often lost and forgotten, the vagueness and the mud
I've been thinking I'm working too hard, but I've got something to show
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04:47
4 Play Stranger To Himself (Winwood/Capaldi)
Struggling with confusion, disillusionment too
Can turn a man into a shadow, crying out from pain

Through his nightmare vision, he sees nothing, only well
Blind with the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger
He's but a stranger to himself

Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole
His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul
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04:02
5 Play John Barleycorn (traditional-arr. Winwood)
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man
They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond

And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn
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06:20
6 Play Every Mother's Son (Winwood/Capaldi)
Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky
Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend
We travel on together searching for the end

I'm a traveling soul and every mother's son
Although I'm getting tired I've got to travel on
Can you please help, my god? Can you please help, my god?
Can you please help, my god? I think it's only fair

Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky
Together we will go and see what waits for us
A backdoor to the universe that opens doors
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07:05

 

PLAYERS:

 

Steve Winwood: Organ, Guitar (Acoustic), Guitar, Percussion, Piano, Guitar (Bass), PIano (Electric), Vocals, Producer.

Chris Wood: Organ, Flute, Percussion, Saxophone, Wind.

Jim Capaldi: Percussion, Drums, Tambourine.

 

NOTES:

The first two bonus tracks (4 & 8) appear to be demos left over from when Winwood was still planning to make this a solo album. While they are co-credited to Capaldi, it is unclear whether he actually had anything to do with them. The live bonus tracks comprise what was to have been side 1 of a lost 1970 Traffic live album. Side 2 remains unreleased. These feature the transitional lineup of Winwood, Capaldi, Wood and Rick Grech. The 2001 remastered CD released in the U.S. does not have the live bonus tracks, only the studio ones, #4 and #8.

 

Recorded at Island Studios and Olympic Studios, London

2000 re-issue contained:

Produced By: Chris Blackwell and Steve Winwood

 

 

SINGLES:

 

Empty Pages/Stranger to Himself" released as US single, 1970