Nick Mason's Fictitious Sports

Publicación: 3 de mayo, 1981.

Productores: Nick Mason & Carla Bley.
Ingeniero de grabación: Michael Mantler.
Asistido por: Nick Mason.
Grabación: Octubre de 1979.
Estudios: Grog Kill Studios, Willow, New York.
Mezcla: Diciembre de 1979 y mayo de 1980.
Estudios: Village Recorders & the Producer's Workshop, L.A., California.
Por: James Guthrie.
Discográfica U.K: Harvest Records.
N° de catalogo: SHSP 4116.
Diseño de portada: Hipgnosis & Geoff Halpin.
Tomas de estudio: Mumby.

Tracks:

Lado 1.

01 Can't Get My Motor To Start.
(Bley)   3:38
02 I Was Wrong.
(Bley)   4:11
03 Siam.
(Bley)   4:48
04 Hot River.
(Bley)   5:13

Lado 2.

01 Boo To You Too.
(Bley)   3:26
02 Do Ya?
(Bley)   4:34
03 Wervin'.
(Bley)   3:56
04 I'm A Mineralist.
(Bley)   6:16

Tiempo total: 36:15 minutos.

Todas las canciones escritas por: Carla Bley.

Vinyl Long Play - Edición U.K:

Discográfica: Harvest Records.

N° de catalogo: SHSP 4116.

Portada.

Contraportada.

Funda interior.

Funda interior.

Etiquetas lados 1 y 2.

Nick Mason:

Batería, percusión.

Músicos:

Carla Bley - Teclados, compositora, co-productora.

Robert Wyatt - Voz (excepto track 1).

Karen Kraft - Voz (track 1), dúo vocal (track 4), coros.

Chris Spedding - Guitarras.

Steve Swallow - Bajo.

Terry Adams -  Piano (track 5), armónica y clavicordio (track 1).

Michael Mantler - Trompetas.

Gary Windo - Tenor, clarinete bajo, flauta, voces adicionales.

Gary Valente - Trombones, voces adicionales.

Howard Johnson - Tuba.

 Gary Windo, Carlos Ward, D. Sharpe, Gary Valente, Vincent Chancey, Earl McIntyre: Voces adicionales.

Letras:

Can't Get My Motor To Start.

(Carla Bley)

Can't get my motor to start

Can't get my motor to start

Can't you get it to go?

Is your battery low?

No, I don't think so.

Try pullin' out on the choke

Try lookin' under the hood

Lookin' under the hood

never did any good

The choke must be broke.

Try beatin' down with your feet

Looks like she's startin' to crank

Let's take the gasoline out

Try puttin' beer in the tank

Bring the beer over here

'cause I need it to steer.

Try pullin' out all the wires

Try stuffin' cheese in the cracks

Try dynamitin' the tank

Smash all the glass with an ax

Do you have any grease?

Pour it over the seats.

What did you do to my car?

What did you do to my car?

Well we took it apart

But we can't make it start.

We wanna go for a ride

Let's push it over the hill

Better not get inside

'cause she's startin' to slide.

I Was Wrong.

(Carla Bley)

Well I used to think this talk of spaceships

was just so much hype

I really believed there was nothing out there

except the Stars and the Stripes

I mean the scientists said they found out that

there was nothing there on Mars

so as far as I was concerned it was just

the name of a candy bar.

I'm one of those kind of people

who need proof before they believe

Close Encounters left me cold

and Star Trek seemed naive

When it came to UFO's

I was of the scientific school

Little green men with pointed heads

were for little kids and fools.

But I was wrong

I was wrong

I was real wrong

I was wrong

all along

I was so wrong.

The people who believed that stuff

were always kind of odd

I mean you might as well go all the way

and believe in Jesus and God

I knew I had the kind of mind

that wasn't easily satisfied

and besides I had enough problems on earth

to keep me occupied.

And then one night I was standing

looking at the stars

and I heard something that sounded like

a hundred space guitars

The music was so weird it could have

been the theme from Jaws.

Then I saw something flying over my head

I thought it was Santa Claus.

But I was wrong

I was wrong

I was real wrong

I was wrong

all along

I was so wrong.

Siam.

(Carla Bley)

Here's another song about a place near Hong Kong

They got lots of opium and Lapsang Souchong

Siam, Siam.

All the fancy pussycats come from this area

also got a lot of animals that scare ya

Siam, Siam.

Python legs are peached in slimy toad saliua

after eating that I'm lucky I'm alive

I am, yes I am.

Ask the King if you can stay to sample cuisine

Maybe he will even let you dine with the Queen

Siam, Siam

Nicest little place I live in since Budapest

If you think that I'm in love you're right, I confess

I am, I am, yes I am, with Siam.

Hot River.

(Carla Bley)

Do you long to cavort?

Here's a new water sport

that you ought to try

It's a Fahrenheit dream

Hot and covered with steam

You won't be bored

Do you want to get wet?

Are you starting to sweat?

Slip over the side

Now we're caught in a swell

Here's where Heaven and Hell

start to collide.

It's slippery and slimy

Reach overhere and tie me

I'm so warm that I can hardly move

Mother never told me

I'd need someone to hold me

but where I'm from the rivers are all cold.

It's a fisherman's dream

Dinner's already steamed

and ready to eat

When you feel your resolve

is about to dissolve

then stop for a treat

in a river of steam

Nothing seems to obscene

So let down your hair

while you drift through a trough

Slip your bathing suit off

and really get clean.

You can do your laundry

while your thoughts are wandering

and you watch the passing swimmers poach

You don't need no Sterno

In Dante's Inferno

It's thermohydriatically controlled.

You can't stay in too long

'cause the heat is too strong

You're starting to slide

Grab a hold of the rope

Throw your soap in the boat

Climb over the side

We can come back for more

when we start to get bored

There's nothing as wild

as a Hot River swim

on the volcanic rim.

Boo To You Too.

(Carla Bley)

Just when we was startin' to play

someone yelled out take 'em away

Then we heard them startin' to boo

What did you do? What did you do?

I reacted intelligently

Here's my method, try it and see

When somebody's runnin' you down

You got to turn it around, turn it around.

So when they boo at me you know what I do?

I tell 'em boo to you too, boo to you too

Boo to you too, boo to you too.

I don't take it personally

when somebody's booin' at me

Makes no difference if the music is fine

I never pay it no mind, pay it no mind

When you're tryin' something that's new

you'll have people booin' at you

When we hear 'em startin' to boo

What do we do? What do we do?

Well when they boo at us you know what we do?

We tell 'em boo to you too, boo to you too

Boo to you too, boo to you too.

Keep your chin up, play what you feel

Music's always good if it's real

Even if they're cruel to you

You got to do what you do, do what you do

When they're ready to tear you apart

use your noodle and try to be smart

Don't just stand there takin' abuse

You got to put it to use, put it to use.

You make 'em boo on cue, they say boo

and you say boo to you too

Boo to you too, boo to you too.

You make 'em boo on cue, they say boo

and you say boo to you too

Boo to you too, boo to you too.

Do Ya?

(Carla Bley)

I try

God knows I try

It seems very clear to me, that I try

but it's not clear to you, that I do

You don't know what I mean, do ya?

You don't know what I mean.

I mean

I mean I try

God knows that I mean to try

I mean it seems so very clear to me, that I'm trying

but it's not clear to you, what I'm trying to do

You don't know what I mean, do ya?

You don't know what I mean.

You're not trying

God knows you probably mean to try

I mean sometimes it even seems clear to me

I mean sometimes it even seems clear to me that you're trying to try

Is that clear?

Do you know what I mean, what I'm trying to say

You don't know what I mean, do ya?

You don't know what I mean.

God knows I try.

Wervin'.

(Carla Bley)

Wervin', we're Wervin'

Do you need a doctor?

Swervin' and curvin'

Are you pocket trained?

Do you like to Werve?

Do you have the nerve?

Do you need a doctor

when you start to swerve?

Are you pocket trained

goin' round a curve?

Can you Werve?

Wervin', we're Wervin'

Do you save the coupons?

Swervin' and curvin'

Can I borrow your suit?

Can you Werve like a bird

or do you find it absurd?

Did you come prepurd?

Can I borrow your suit?

Do you find it unnervin'

or pleasantly disturbin'

Can You Werve?

Wervin', we're Wervin'

Do you have your 'chute?

Swervin' and curvin'

Does your mother know?

Do you worry when you Werve?

Are you scared when you swerve?

Do you get what you deserve

when you go around a curve?

I can see your house

Have you lost your nerve?

Can you Werve?

Werve

Werve

Werve.

I'm A Mineralist.

(Carla Bley)

Here's a shocking revelation for you voyeurs

Such a heinous deviation, there are no cures

I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist.

Just the thought of ironing gives me spasms of lust

I creep up to old wrecked cars and likk off the rust

I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist.

Mother used to try to metal in my affairs

Keep your nose up off that grindstone, people will stare

Get the lead out of your pants and change your underwear.

I've been stealing baby bottels since I was born

I'll go blind from balling bearings, doctors have warned

I like making out with steel-rimmed glasses more than horned.

Erik Satie get's my rocks off, Cage is a dream

Philip Glass is Mineralist to the extreme.

I like tickling ivories and fingering stones

When my mercury goes up I play with my bone.

People take for granite my perversion is wrong

I'm not harming anyone by beating my gong

I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist.

I'll make love to minerals as long as I can

And in fifty years I'll be a jaded old man

I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist

I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist.

Promo:

"Nick Mason of Pink Floyd delivers

his first solo album

"Fictitious Sports"

Featuring Robert Wyatt, Carla Bley and Chris Spedding

Album & cassette TC/SHPS4116"

Harvest Records.

EMI Records.

Only Nick Mason Can Play

Fictitious Sports

Columbia Records.

Oh por cierto, quien es...?

Carla Bley.

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