From the recording With the Sun Warm Upon Me
This disc already sets itself apart from what’s come before in this series (and likely what might come hereafter) but is every bit as fascinating. It is a brilliant programme and Greves’ expressiveness in the unfolding of Arlen’s unique lyricism is irresistible. Not only does he nail every Arlen poetical idiosyncrasy but in doing so he squeezes maximum nuance from each word, sighing, languishing, lamenting, yearning and questing his way through Arlen’s music with utter conviction.
WITH THE SUN WARM UPON ME, I FEEL DROWSY AND LAZY NOT LIKE TALKIN’ OR THINKIN’ A SENSIBLE THOUGHT. WITH THE SUN WARM UPON ME AND THE SWEET AIR BLOWIN’ SOFT, IF SUCH A DAY WAS MADE TO CATCH ME, THEN I’M CAUGHT. I’M CAUGHT BY THE THIRSTY BEES BY THE CLOVER AND THE TIMOTHY GRASS. THE BIRDS IN A HUNDRED TREES THAT SING IN A HUNDRED KEYS. WITH THE SUN WARM UPON ME, THERE’S NO TIME, THERE’S NO SPACE, JUST THE EARTH AND IT’S A MIGHTY PRETTY PLACE. THERE’S JUST THE EARTH AND IT’S A MIGHTY PRETTY PLACE.