In Collection
Rating:
10
Owner:
Jean-Henry Berevoescu
Rating:
10
Owner:
Jean-Henry Berevoescu
| 01 | Pantagruel's Nativity | @SONG: Pantagruel's Nativity How can I laugh or cry When my mind is sorely torn? Badabec had to die Fair Pantagruel is born Shall I weep, yes, for why? Then laugh and show my scorn Born with a strength untold Foreseen to have great age Set in Gargantuan mould, Joyful laugh, yet quick to rage Princely wisdom, habits bold; Power, glory, lauded sage Pantagruel born -- the earth was dry and burning In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him Pantagruel born -- the earth was dry and burning In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him. Pantagruel born -- the earth was dry and burning In Paradise dear Badabec prays for him How can I laugh or cry When my mind is sorely torn? Badabec had to die; Fair Pantagruel is born Shall I weep, yes, for why? Then laugh and show my scorn. | 06:53 | |||||
| 02 | Edge Of Twilight | @SONG: Edge Of Twilight The moon is down Casting its shadow over the night-haunted town Mystical figures under the silence of light The trembling air Drifts slowly unseen over the houses there And echoes changing into the voices of night On the edge of twilight whispering Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper, On the edge of twilight whispering Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper Elusive time In limbo active in never ending mime The edge of twilight into the darkness of day | 03:51 | |||||
| 03 | The House, The Street, The Room | @SONG: The House, The Street, The Room The room and street are known only to me and a few I won't tell nobody A place to meet where no-one can tell you what to do I won't tell nobody Here, Awake in sleep Together My time is spent in chains and confusion in my head I don't tell nobody I keep my pains and swallow the harsh tears that I shed I don't tell nobody Here, In reverie Together I find escape in the street, in the house, in the room I become somebody I cast my die and leave all my troubles in the room I become somebody Here, Awake in sleep Together | 06:05 | |||||
| 04 | Acquiring The Taste | @SONG: Acquiring The Taste [Instrumental] | 01:39 | |||||
| 05 | Wreck | @SONG: Wreck The ship's rising up from the sea to the sky heyeheh Hold on Just one sorry scream and a desperate cry heyeheh Hold on Their lives pass before them before they die heyeheh -- The sea yawns around like a boiling hell heyeheh hold on And souls disappear with the toll of that bell heyeheh hold on The arms of the sea they are dragging them down heyeheh hold on And sorrows and sins they are lost as they drown heyeheh -- How strange when you think that the sea was their way; And a meaningless death is the price they pay For their living was made from the deep To their people in comfort and keep Keep all their people and places there Never to be seen again, never to be loved and their last embrace -- And the kiss has a salt bitter taste Now all that remains is the deep cruel sea heyeheh hold on And wreckage of things that used to be heyeheh hold on No stone marks the place of that watery grave heyeheh hold on Together they die both the weak and the brave heyeheh hold on The arms of the sea.... etc. | 04:40 | |||||
| 06 | The Moon Is Down | @SONG: The Moon Is Down And the horse riding up through the red skies The moon is down With a gold coloured bird through the cloud flies The moon is down Look East to the Sun, Oh where do they run Look East to the Sun, Oh where do they run They live in my dreams, in my dreams, in my dreams And the Moon and the Earth they were mating The moon is down And the Angels of hell they were waiting The moon is down Oh bride of the winds, Reward for their sins Oh bride of the winds, Reward for their sins They live in my dreams, in my dreams, in my dreams There's a chaos of visions and voices Sad is the laugh of the clown now the old moon is down. | 04:48 | |||||
| 07 | Black Cat | @SONG: Black Cat There's a cat prowling through the streets at night And she's black and her eyes are burning yellow fierce and bright The lights are darkened; Senses sharpened; Wide awake As she acts out her past of Jungle days When the night was her friend in many other different ways It gave protection Of detection By her prey With a sway and swing she walks away And the look in her eye it never seems to say The way she's feeling No revealing, Black Cat Ways | 03:54 | |||||
| 08 | Plain Truth | @SONG: Plain Truth Why do you question When there's no answer told? Plain truth is nothing You can't buy it when it's sold Save all your money And they won't reason why Why all the worry? They'll spend it when you die Chorus: Don't look for something Plain truth is nothing, nothing but the plain truth You stand and wonder Just let it warm your skin Take all the living Live life and let it win Plain truth means nothing Cry, laugh and cry again You question answers Born, live and die, Amen Chorus: Don't look for something Plain truth is nothing, nothing but the plain truth [Repeat first and second verse and chorus] | 07:36 | |||||
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<@ALBUM: Acquiring the Taste (1971)By Gentle Giant
Vertigo/Polygram 842-917 2 (US/UK)
(also released with the title _Motive_)
Acquiring the taste is the second phase of sensory pleasure. If you've
gorged yourself on our first album, then relish the finer flavours (we
hope) of this, our second offering.
It is our goal to expand the frontiers of contemporary music at the risk
of being very unpopular. we have recorded each composition with the one
thought - that it should be unique, adventurous and fascinating. It has
taken every shred of our combined musical and technical knowledge to
achieve this.
From the outset we have abandoned all preconceived thoughts on blatant
commercialism. Instead we hope to give you something far more substantial
and fulfilling. All you need to do is sit back, and acquire the taste.
Derek Shulman, lead and backing vocals, alto sax, clavichord, cow bell;
Ray Shulman, bass, vocals, Spanish guitar, 12 string guitar, violin,
electric violin, viola, tambourine, bass pedals, organ, skulls; Phil
Shulman, tenor sax, alto sax, trumpet, clarinet, piano, claves, maracas,
lead and backing vocals; Kerry Minnear, organ, mellotron, vibraphone,
moog, electric piano, harpsichord, cello, tympani, xylophone, piano,
celeste, clavichord, tambourine, maracas, lead and backing vocals; Gary
Green, 6 and 12 string guitars, bass, 12 string Wah-Wah guitar, donkey's
jawbone and cat calls; Martin Smith, drums, gong, tambourine, side drum.
With Tony Visconti, recorders, bass drum and triangle; Paul Cosh,
trumpet, organ. Produced by Tony Visconti.