Wanting to continue in the same direction he felt he was moving, Parks decided to record a solo album. The result was the January 1968 release of his first solo work, Song Cycle. Warner Bros. Records was so astonished at the poor sales of what they considered a masterpiece that they took out full page ads in newspapers and magazines stating that they (Warner Bros.) “lost $35,509 on ‘the album of the year’.” The advertisement went on to say that the few people who purchased the record must have worn it out by now from playing it so much. They made the offer that if anyone mailed in a copy of their worn out record, they would receive two back in the mail so that they could educate a friend. Parks didn’t approve of the tactic, but nevertheless it did not increase sales. The song heard below is one of the highlights of Parks’ Song Cycle album, which has gathered a bit of a cult following over the years.
Van Dyke Parks - The Attic (1968)
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Lyrics:
I was there
Upon a four poster there
Mind tousled I came to bear
Some thoughts from the past
Amid a dash of influenza
And then I came to see
In baggage the memories
Of truncated souvenirs
The war years
High moon
I said high moon
Lighted high moon
Eye to my moon
Far beyond
The blue mist enveloped lawn
The blanketed night comes on
The champagne is dead and gone
And the forest around
Sensitive sound
Forest primeval
Through the panes
Cloud buttermilk war remains
And twisted cross war refrains
Lunatic so high moon
I said high moon
Lighted high moon
Eye to my moon
Your age will most probably carry away
The letters enveloped in carrion
Vague unpleasantries of the war
May your son's progenitorship of the state
Haphazardly help him to carry on
God send your son safe home to you
High moon
Your eye to my moon
Very high moon
Very high moon
Very high moon…
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