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Publicación: 18 de septiembre, 2015.
Productores: David Gilmour & Phil Manzanera.
Grabación 2014, 2015.
Estudios: Medina Studio, Hove; Astoria Studio, Middlesex; AIR Studios, Londres, Inglaterra.
Masterizado: James Guthrie & Joel Plante.
Estudio: Das boot.
Discográfica: Columbia Records.
N° de catalogo: 88875123291.
Diseño de portada: The Creative Corporation.
Director creativo: Aubrey Powell, Hipgnosis.
Fotografía de portada: Rupert Truman, StormStudios.
Fotografías del booklet: Kevin Westenberg.
Fotografía de las sesiones del album: Polly Samson.
Libro: Paradise Lost, Book II de John Milton.
Tracks:
Lado 1.
01 5 A.M.
(Gilmour) 3:04
02 Rattle That Lock.
(Samson/Gilmour, Michaël Boumendil) 4:55
03 Faces of Stone.
(Gilmour) 5:32
04 A Boat Lies Waiting.
(Samson/Gilmour) 4:34
05 Dancing Right in Front of Me.
(Gilmour) 6:11
Lado 2.
01 In Any Tongue.
(Samson/Gilmour) 6:46
02 Beauty.
(Gilmour) 4:28
03 The Girl in the Yellow Dress.
(Samson/Gilmour) 5:25
04 Today.
(Samson/Gilmour) 5:55
05 And Then...
(Gilmour) 4:27
Tiempo total: 51:28 minutos.
Singles:
2015 Rattle That Lock.
Publicación: 17 de julio.
Vinyl Long Play - Edición Europa:
Discográfica: Columbia Records.
N° de catalogo: 88875123291.
David Gilmour:
Guitarras, voz, teclados (excepto track 8), piano (tracks 1, 3, 4, 5), SNCF muestra (track 2), órgano Hammond ( tracks2, 5 , 9), bajo (tracks 5, 6, 7, 10), armónica bajo (track 7), piano eléctrico (tracks 9, 10).
Músicos:
Gabriel Gilmour - Piano (track 6).
Steve DiStanislao - Batería (tracks 2, 3, 5, 7, 9), percusión (tracks 2, 3, 7), coros (track 2).
Guy Pratt - Bajo (tracks 2, 9).
Phil Manzanera - Órgano Hammond (2, 3), elementos de teclado (tracks 2, 3, 6), guitarra acústica (tracks 3, 9).
Andy Newmark - Batería (tracks 5, 6, 10).
Danny Cummings - Percusión (tracks 3, 4, 5, 7, 10).
Damon Iddins - Acordeón (track 3).
David Crosby - Coros (track 4).
Graham Nash - Coros (track 4).
Jools Holland - Piano (track 8).
Rado Klose - Guitarra (track 8).
Robert Wyatt - Cornet (track 8).
Chris Laurence - Contrabajo (track 8).
Mica Paris - Coros (track 2, 9).
Louise Marshall - Coros (track 2, 9).
The Liberty Choir - Coros (track 2).
Zbigniew Preisner - Orquestación (tracks 1, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10).
Michaël Boumendil - Jingles originales SNCF (track 2).
Barn Jam:
David Gilmour - Guitarras.
Richard Wright - Teclados.
Guy Pratt - Bajo.
Steve DiStanislao - Batería.
Letras:
5 A.M.
(Gilmour)
Instrumental.
Rattle That Lock.
(Samson/Gilmour, Michaël Boumendil)
Whatever it takes to break
Got to do it
From the Burning Lake
Or the Eastern Gate
You'll get through it
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock
Let's go do it
Have it all our way
Go back to where we blew it
And lose our heads along the way
So long Sin, au revoir Chaos
If there's a Heaven it can wait
So long Sin and au revoir Chaos
If there's a Heaven...
And all the other travellers
Become phantoms to our eyes
The furies and the revellers
The fallen angels in disguise
No Discord, Chance or Rumour
Is going to interrupt this bliss
No Discord, Chance or Rumour
To interrupt this...
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock and lose those chains.
Faces of Stone.
(Gilmour)
Faces of stone that watched from the dark
As the wind swirled around and you took my arm in the park
Images framed, hung high in the trees
And you talked of your youth but the years had turned dry as the leaves
Your lover was gone, his replacement to hand
And just what the difference was, you could not understand
In darkening grey we walked back through the streets
Then you talked all night long of your childhood home by the sea
And I, my disguise a mask chosen by you
Believed every word I heard
At least I think that's what I tried to do
We sat on the roof - the night overflowed
No more was said but I learned all I needed to know
Your Hollywood smile shone a light on the past
But it was the future that you held so tight to your heart
A Boat Lies Waiting.
(Samson/Gilmour)
Something I never knew
In silence I'd hear you
And a boat lies waiting
Still your clouds all flaming
That old time easy feeling
What I lost was an ocean
Now I'm drifting through without you
In this sad barcarolle
What I lost was an ocean
And I'm rolling right behind you
In this sad barcarolle
It rocks you like a cradle
It rocks you to the core
You'll sleep like a baby
As it knocks at Death's door.
Dancing Right in Front of Me.
(Gilmour)
Maybe I should have shown you a clearer plainer truth
That doesn't care about summer and less about youth
Now in this silence what more is there to do
Something has broken in me and in you
In watchful dependence a satellite spins
Cautiously circling the space that I'm in
It's bouncing me signals - distorted by time
And I'm stuck here waiting for the stars to align
Dancing right in front of me, all the lives I once could see
Slipping to and slipping fro, disappearing
Who's to know where they have gone - just out of sight
Into the shadows of my night
Who started out as stars in my eyes
There's a wide horizon, go on now take a chance
Your star is shining it lights a brighter path
It's all there inside you, take one day at a time
Reeling, freewheeling, I want to watch you fly.
In Any Tongue.
(Samson/Gilmour)
Home and done it's just begun
His heart weighs more, more than it ever did before
What has he done? God help my son
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
No sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cup
I know sorrow tastes the same on any tongue
How was I to feel it
When a gun was in my hands
And I'd waited for so long
How was I to see straight
In the dust and blinding sun
Just a pair of boots on the ground
On the screen the young men die
The children cry in the rubble of their lives
What has he done? God help my son
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
The volume pumped right up but not enough to drown it out
I hear "Mama" sounds the same in any tongue
How am I to see you
When my faith stands in the way
And the wailing is long done
How am I to know you
With a joystick in my hand
When the call to arms has come.
Beauty.
(Gilmour)
Instrumental.
The Girl in the Yellow Dress.
(Samson/Gilmour)
She mesmerises with a smile
Dark eyes as compelling as the bourbon
That girl in the canary yellow dress
Says yes
She flips a pack of cigarettes
He doesn't smoke but he takes one nonetheless
It helps to keep his motives true
(Gauloise-blue)
What else is the poor boy supposed to do?
She dances like a flame
Words unheard
Eyes closed and yellow dress
Whirls and swirls
It's late the hour's growing horns
The band seems to draw her ever closer
This girl gets right down in the groove
Woos and moves
Leads him on to where they play the blues
She dances like a flame
Has no cares, yellow dress flares
Eyes closed, arms above, she shakes
Swirls and snakes
Too late in this folie à trois
He sees that her heart is pounding for
Big daddy who falls down to his knees
Begging her please
Lifts his sax, says here's my little tease
Her dancing sets the place on fire
Heaven and hell
The flames curl up his spine
As she shakes, whirls and snakes
Today.
(Samson/Gilmour)
If you should wake and find me gone
Keep safe this night and dwell upon
Such murmurations, sun sunk deep
Now close your eyes and go to sleep
What a day it's been a day of shoot the breezing
What a day it's been this time of year
Just a day when the weight of the world slides away
Feel that sun on your back see the shadows falling
Sea meets shore and soothes it with a song
If this should be my last day on earth
I'll sing along
Let's forget all the skies cast over and grey
And the squalling tempests of doubt
Holding on clinging tight in the wreckage of love
But today
What a time to dream what a day of easy
What a day it's been this time of year
Just a day when the weight of the world slides away
Evening Star, a guitar in the smoke of the fire
Light of gold in the garden of old
I will take it all again, if it came my way
But today.
And Then...
(Gilmour)
Instrumental.
(Gilmour)
Instrumental.
Rattle That Lock.
(Samson/Gilmour, Michaël Boumendil)
Whatever it takes to break
Got to do it
From the Burning Lake
Or the Eastern Gate
You'll get through it
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock
Let's go do it
Have it all our way
Go back to where we blew it
And lose our heads along the way
So long Sin, au revoir Chaos
If there's a Heaven it can wait
So long Sin and au revoir Chaos
If there's a Heaven...
And all the other travellers
Become phantoms to our eyes
The furies and the revellers
The fallen angels in disguise
No Discord, Chance or Rumour
Is going to interrupt this bliss
No Discord, Chance or Rumour
To interrupt this...
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock and lose those chains.
Faces of Stone.
(Gilmour)
Faces of stone that watched from the dark
As the wind swirled around and you took my arm in the park
Images framed, hung high in the trees
And you talked of your youth but the years had turned dry as the leaves
Your lover was gone, his replacement to hand
And just what the difference was, you could not understand
In darkening grey we walked back through the streets
Then you talked all night long of your childhood home by the sea
And I, my disguise a mask chosen by you
Believed every word I heard
At least I think that's what I tried to do
We sat on the roof - the night overflowed
No more was said but I learned all I needed to know
Your Hollywood smile shone a light on the past
But it was the future that you held so tight to your heart
A Boat Lies Waiting.
(Samson/Gilmour)
Something I never knew
In silence I'd hear you
And a boat lies waiting
Still your clouds all flaming
That old time easy feeling
What I lost was an ocean
Now I'm drifting through without you
In this sad barcarolle
What I lost was an ocean
And I'm rolling right behind you
In this sad barcarolle
It rocks you like a cradle
It rocks you to the core
You'll sleep like a baby
As it knocks at Death's door.
Dancing Right in Front of Me.
(Gilmour)
Maybe I should have shown you a clearer plainer truth
That doesn't care about summer and less about youth
Now in this silence what more is there to do
Something has broken in me and in you
In watchful dependence a satellite spins
Cautiously circling the space that I'm in
It's bouncing me signals - distorted by time
And I'm stuck here waiting for the stars to align
Dancing right in front of me, all the lives I once could see
Slipping to and slipping fro, disappearing
Who's to know where they have gone - just out of sight
Into the shadows of my night
Who started out as stars in my eyes
There's a wide horizon, go on now take a chance
Your star is shining it lights a brighter path
It's all there inside you, take one day at a time
Reeling, freewheeling, I want to watch you fly.
In Any Tongue.
(Samson/Gilmour)
Home and done it's just begun
His heart weighs more, more than it ever did before
What has he done? God help my son
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
No sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cup
I know sorrow tastes the same on any tongue
How was I to feel it
When a gun was in my hands
And I'd waited for so long
How was I to see straight
In the dust and blinding sun
Just a pair of boots on the ground
On the screen the young men die
The children cry in the rubble of their lives
What has he done? God help my son
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
The volume pumped right up but not enough to drown it out
I hear "Mama" sounds the same in any tongue
How am I to see you
When my faith stands in the way
And the wailing is long done
How am I to know you
With a joystick in my hand
When the call to arms has come.
Beauty.
(Gilmour)
Instrumental.
The Girl in the Yellow Dress.
(Samson/Gilmour)
She mesmerises with a smile
Dark eyes as compelling as the bourbon
That girl in the canary yellow dress
Says yes
She flips a pack of cigarettes
He doesn't smoke but he takes one nonetheless
It helps to keep his motives true
(Gauloise-blue)
What else is the poor boy supposed to do?
She dances like a flame
Words unheard
Eyes closed and yellow dress
Whirls and swirls
It's late the hour's growing horns
The band seems to draw her ever closer
This girl gets right down in the groove
Woos and moves
Leads him on to where they play the blues
She dances like a flame
Has no cares, yellow dress flares
Eyes closed, arms above, she shakes
Swirls and snakes
Too late in this folie à trois
He sees that her heart is pounding for
Big daddy who falls down to his knees
Begging her please
Lifts his sax, says here's my little tease
Her dancing sets the place on fire
Heaven and hell
The flames curl up his spine
As she shakes, whirls and snakes
Today.
(Samson/Gilmour)
If you should wake and find me gone
Keep safe this night and dwell upon
Such murmurations, sun sunk deep
Now close your eyes and go to sleep
What a day it's been a day of shoot the breezing
What a day it's been this time of year
Just a day when the weight of the world slides away
Feel that sun on your back see the shadows falling
Sea meets shore and soothes it with a song
If this should be my last day on earth
I'll sing along
Let's forget all the skies cast over and grey
And the squalling tempests of doubt
Holding on clinging tight in the wreckage of love
But today
What a time to dream what a day of easy
What a day it's been this time of year
Just a day when the weight of the world slides away
Evening Star, a guitar in the smoke of the fire
Light of gold in the garden of old
I will take it all again, if it came my way
But today.
And Then...
(Gilmour)
Instrumental.
Oh por cierto, quién es...?
Polly Samsom & David Gilmour.
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ResponderEliminarRattle That Lock is the fourth solo studio album by English musician David Gilmour. It was released on 18 September 2015 via Columbia Records.
The artwork for the album was created by Dave Stansbie from The Creative Corporation under the direction of Aubrey Powell, who has worked with Gilmour and Pink Floyd since the late 1960s.
The album received generally positive reviews from critics and was a commercial success, becoming Gilmour's second UK no.1 solo album.
Gilmour supported the album with the Rattle That Lock Tour throughout 2015 and 2016, with a performance from the tour at the Amphitheatre of Pompeii being made into the live album and video, Live at Pompeii (2017).