Introduction:

“Evening Star” is a song written by Barry and Maurice Gibb, originally intended for inclusion on the Bee Gees’ planned 1983 album “The Great Muppet Caper.” However, the song didn’t make the final cut for the album and was later released as a demo on the 2006 compilation “The Eyes That See in the Dark Demos.”

The song’s gentle melody and introspective lyrics evoke a sense of longing and reflection, making it a poignant and emotionally resonant piece of music. Barry Gibb’s vocals are particularly tender and expressive, conveying a deep sense of vulnerability and yearning.

“Evening Star” is a hidden gem from the Gibb brothers’ extensive catalog, showcasing their talent for crafting beautiful and heartfelt songs. While it may not have achieved the same level of commercial success as some of their other hits, it remains a beloved track among fans and a testament to their enduring songwriting legacy.

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