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Publicación: Enero 23, 1977.
Productor: Pink Floyd.
Ingeniero de sonido: Brian Humphries.
Grabación: Abril a diciembre de 1976.
Estudios: Britannia Row studios, Londres.
Discográfica U.K: Harvest Records / EMI.
Número de catalogo: JC 34474.
Diseño de portada: Roger Waters.
Organizado por: Storm Thorgerson & Aubrey Powell.
Gráficos: Nick Mason.
Fotografía: Aubrey Powell, Peter Christopherson, Howard Bartrop, Nic Tucker, Bob Ellis, Rob Brimson, Colin Jones.
Cerdo inflable diseñado por: E.R.G. Amsterdam.
Locación de la foto de portada: Battersea Power Station, Londres.
Tracks:
Lado A.
01 Pigs On the Wing 1.
(Waters) 1:25
02 Dogs.
(Gilmour, Waters) 17:03
Lado B.
03 Pigs (Three Different Ones).
(Waters) 11:25
04 Sheep.
(Waters) 10:25
05 Pigs on the Wing 2.
(Waters) 1:23
Tiempo total: 41:46 minutos.
Todas las letras compuestas por Roger Waters.
Vinyl Long Play - 1ª Edición U.K:
Discográfica: Harvest Records.
N° de catalogo: SHVL 815.
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Portada.
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Pink Floyd:
Roger Waters: Bajo, voz, guitarra acústica y guitarra rítmica.
David Gilmour: Guitarra, bajo, voz, talk box, sintetizadores, voz.
Richard Wright: Órgano Hammond, piano eléctrico Wurlitzer, piano eléctrico Fender Rhodes, Clavinet Hohner, gran piano Yamaha, sintetizador ARP, Minimoog, coros.
Nick Mason: Batería, percusión.
Otros músicos:
Snowy White: Guitarra (Pigs On The Wing, versión 8-pistas).
Letras:
Pigs On The Wing (Part One).
(Waters)
If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.
Dogs.
(Waters/Gilmour)
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a seat in the stand.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
Pigs (Three Different Ones).
(Waters)
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
When you're down in the pig mine.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Hey you Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
.....! .....! .....! .....!
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.
Sheep.
(Waters)
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
Pigs On The Wing (Part Two).
(Waters)
You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.
Promo:
"Pink Floyd's "Animals" Columbia Records and Tapes."
ON COLUMBIA RECORDS AND TAPES.
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Harvest Records.
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Harvest Records.
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"Animals by Pink Floyd"
Arte conceptual original • Storm Thorgerson.
Incluido en:
- 1979 The First XI (Box Set).
- 1992 Shine On (Box Set).
- 1997 '97 Vinyl Collection (Box Set).
- 2007 Oh By The Way (Box Set).
- 2011 Discovery (Box Set).
Otras ediciones, incluidas en este sitio:
⚫ L.P Japón • 2022 • Remix 2018 • Sony Music Labels Inc. / Pink Floyd Records • PFRLP28 / 19075876851.
Blu-ray Audio:
MiniDisc:
Animals is the tenth studio album by English rock band Pink Floyd, released on 21 January 1977 through Harvest and Columbia Records. It was recorded at the band's Britannia Row Studios in London throughout 1976, and was produced by the band. The album continues the longform compositions that made up their previous works, including Wish You Were Here (1975). The album received positive reviews from critics and was commercially successful, reaching number 2 and 3 in the UK and US, respectively.
ResponderEliminarAnimals is a concept album focusing on the social-political conditions of late 1970s Britain, and was a change from the style of their earlier work. Tension within the band during production later culminated in keyboardist Richard Wright leaving. The album's cover shows an inflatable pig floating between two chimneys of the Battersea Power Station, conceived by the band's bassist and lead songwriter Roger Waters, and was designed by long-time collaborator Storm Thorgerson. The band released no singles from the record, but promoted it through the In The Flesh tour. Waters' agitation with the crowd during this tour inspired their next record, The Wall (1979).