Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world.
Cat Stevens with some young fans, photographed by David Wedgbury, 1969.
My dad randomly played this song and with everything going on I kept singing it in my head. In some way or another the soothing voice and lyrics of the song help me keep sane at times
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Wild World - Cat Stevens
Cat Stevens. A man whose songwriting was as tight as his midriff. Such duende- it hits you somewhere deep. It teases out your hidden sadness and forces you to love it.
"He vuelto a ser un aficionado sin ningún tipo de ataduras, lo cual me da una libertad que nunca antes había tenido." Cat Stevens in London, mid 1970s, uncredited.
Cat Stevens & Carly Simon, 1970 that's a large part of my record collection right there.
Cat Stevens Lyrics Print
Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody. Morning has Broken. The Wind. Nothing like tea and Cat Stevens on a cold Sunday morning.