101. “What are you, Graeme Edge from the Moody Blues?”

The episode:Tormented,” ep. 414

The riff: Annoyedly asked by Tom while the narrator drones on in oddly poetic prose about the macabre quiet of a deserted island.

The explanation: My guess is that the preceding sentences just recall the kind of foofy lyrics of particularly proggy or psychedelic Moody Blues numbers written by Graeme Edge. Before Tom delivers the line, the narrator says “They say you can hear voices. They say it’s the dead growing restless and calling to the living.” Does that sound like any bit of Moody Blues music that you guys can think of?

Novelty factor: I thought there would probably be a more direct answer to this one, so there may be something in particular that I’m missing. If not, I think it’s safe to say this riff is a bit of a stretch.


6 thoughts on “101. “What are you, Graeme Edge from the Moody Blues?”

    • That was my first thought, too.Weird, vaguely creepy prose is something I’ll always associate with the Moody Blues, thanks to Nights in White Satin.

      • Trivia: “Late Lament” was written by Graeme but recited by Mike Pinder; Graeme himself read “Departure” on IN SEARCH OF THE LOST CHORD (the song that bleeds into “Ride My Seesaw”).

        Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch,
        There’s something inside that we need so much:
        The sight of a touch or the scent of a sound,
        Or the strength of an oak with roots deep in the ground;
        The wonder of flowers, to be covered and then
        To burst up through tarmac to the sun again;
        Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing,
        To lie in a meadow and hear the grass sing;
        To have all these things in our memories’ hoard,
        And to use them to help us to find the lost chord…

          • A lot of it comes out of personal knowledge, although supplemented by occasional dives into the gargantuan pop culture database that is the Internet — for instance, I got on a Moody Blues kick a while ago, and just absorbed the Graeme Edge stuff by osmosis.

  1. Moody Blues The Day Begins Lyrics

    Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
    Removes the colours from our sight,
    Red is gray and yellow white,
    But we decide which is right.
    And which is an illusion?
    Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,
    Let insipid figures of light pass by,
    The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
    Challenges infinity and is soon gone.
    Night time, to some a brief interlude,
    To others the fear of solitude.
    Brave Helios wake up your steads,
    Bring the warmth the countryside needs.

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