A man is like a tree

 

Dit is een prachtige, evocatieve gospel geschreven en gezongen door Mary Maria Parks, begeleid door haar echtgenoot, mijn grote held, Albert Ayler op saxofoon. Een criticus schreef: "[t]his album is an almost unlistenable disaster and in itself doesn't call for much comment. Miss Maria chants tautological slogans and in comparison to Spiritual Unity, Bells and Ghosts Ayler's playing is so crudely simplified that one can hardly believes this to be the same man". Deze criticus had er werkelijk niets van begrepen want ach, wat is dit onvergetelijk mooi!

A Man is Like a Tree

A man is like a tree, a tree is like a man
Comes a change of the Season, he dies and is born again
A man is like a tree, that grows from a seed
Never cut his growth, give him a chance to be

He will answer to the call
Like a tree he’ll stand up tall
A man is like a tree, a tree is like a man

The arms of a man, like branches of a tree
Forever are reaching out, ‘cause man was meant to be
Winter, spring, summer and fall
Like a tree he’ll stand up tall
A man is like a tree, a tree is like a man