Publicación: Junio.
Productor: Norman Smith.
Ingeniero: Tony Clark.
Asistente de ingeniero: Nick Webb.
Grabación: Septiembre 1969 hasta abril 1970.
Estudios: Abbey Road Studios
Discográfica: Harvest.
N° de catalogo: SHVL 774.
Diseño de portada, fotografía: Hipgnosis.
Remasterizado, 2000: Andy Pearce, Mark St. John.
Notas: Mike Stax.
Tracklist:
Lado 1.
01 Scene One.
(May, Waller) 1:51
02 The Good Mr. Square.
(May, Waller) 1:27
03 She Was Tall, She Was High.
(May, Waller) 1:36
04 In the Square.
(May, Waller) 1:55
05 The Letter.
(May, Waller) 1:39
06 Rain.
(May, Waller) 2:29
07 Miss Fay Regrets.
(May, Waller) 3:38
08 Cries From the Midnight Circus.
(May, Waller) 6:29
Lado 2.
09 Grass.
(May, Waller) 4:21
10 Sickle Clowns.
(May, Waller) 6:36
11 She's a Lover.
(May, Waller) 3:32
12 What's the Use.
(May, Waller) 1:46
13 Parachute.
(May, Norman Smith) 3:52
Duración total: 40:52 minutos.
Bonus tracks, edicion 2000:
14 Blue Serge Blues.
(May, Waller, Povey) - 3:55
15 October 26.
(May, Waller) 4:57
16 Cold Stone.
(May, Waller, Tolson) 3:11
17 Stone-Hearted Mama.
(May, Waller) 3:29
18 Summer Time.
(May, Waller, Tolson) 4:29
19 Circus Mind.
(May, Tolson) 2:00
Duración total: 62:50 minutos.
Vinyl Long Play - Edición U.K:
Discográfica: Harvest Records.
N° de catalogo: SHVL 774.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Contraportada y portada.
Interior carpeta.
Funda interior.
Etiquetas lados 1 y 2.
Compact Disc - Edición 1999, U.K:
Discográfica: Snapper Music.
N° de catalogo: SMMCD 566.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Interior.
Disco.
Booklet.
Booklet.
Compact Disc - Edición U.K:
Discográfica: EDSEL Records.
N° de catalogo: EDCD 289.
Compact Disc - Edición 2002, U.K:
Discográfica: Repertoire Records.
N° de catalogo: REP 4931.
The Pretty Things:
Vic Unitt: Guitarras.
Wally Waller: Bajo, guitarra, voz.
Jon Povey: Teclados, voz.
Skip Alan: Batería.
Pete Tolson: Guitarras (bonus tracks).
Letras:
Scene One.
(May, Waller)
Stone spires rise high, lacerate warmer skies,
Iron laced populations, beneath molten fields.
The Good Mr. Square.
(May, Waller)
The good Mr. Square, he doesn't have any hang-ups
He spends his time,
Looking through other people's eyes,
The good Mr. Square, he doesn't have any hang-ups
He spends his time,
Looking through other people's lives,
Oh and how, inside,
He likes the things that they've done.
The good Mr. Square, he doesn't have any hang-ups
He spends his time...
She Was Tall, She Was High.
(May, Waller)
And as she weaves her way, through city streets,
The dawn arrives.
In concrete glades of metal grass,
Steel cords are woven tight.
But she is free, F ...R...double E,
She was tall, She was high,
Lord she almost touched the sky,
Today, I said today,
She was tall, she was high,
Lord she almost made me cry,
Today, she spends her time.
Beside grey lakes of lead she's harnessed to
A kneeling form,
Before the storm subsides, she's flown
And leaves the body torn.
But she is free, F ...R...double E,
She was tall, she was high .....
In the Square.
(May, Waller)
In the square, she came running,
I was lucky to be there.
In her hair, she wore flowers,
The scent it filled the air.
She must leave, not returning,
I was sadness standing there,
A silent square, bus of silver,
With my vision disappears.
The Letter.
(May, Waller)
She wrote me a letter,
From the green fields it came.
She wrote me a letter,
Trying to explain.
Now living came easy,
In velvet valleys of sun,
She wrote me a letter...
She wrote me a letter,
So many questions she asked,
She knew I just couldn't answer,
For they were all in the past,
City life was too heavy,
So she had run for the hills,
She wrote me a letter, in the rain.
Rain.
(May, Waller)
When I got to our meeting place,
I stared into empty space.
No-one here for me, no no no...
Miss Fay Regrets.
(May, Waller)
You're corrugated steel baby
Platinum to feel lady,
Eyes are just two heavy stones,
Someone, spilt the glass,
And you're ageing much too fast,
And, you say that you've been left alone.
You're leant against the night,
But you say you feel alright,
Only somebody has stolen your home.
The pearls around your neck
There at great expense were set,
But your tangled hair resists the comb,
No where to go now she has fallen,
No one to come see her,
For she was born to the screen,
And as she performed,
Their hearts really melted, Ahh ...
Sure I've seen your face before,
But yes then there was a war,
And depression left the world so flat,
Yes, you were super-huge baby,
Limousines you used,
But your memory it clouds after that.
You say what's this part of town,
And yes it's a long way down,
And you swear you didn't know it existed.
You're from high on the hill,
And the fact you're not there still,
I would surely have killed you ninth husband.
No where to go ...
Well could I spare the fare,
'Cause your cheque book isn't there,
Could I take you to where your hotel is.
Oh yes I told them who you were,
But they said they would prefer it,
If you would find another place to crash in,
I know the streets are very cold,
And the shallow walls don't hold,
The shelter and protection you're seeking.
And as I walk away,
You turn to me and say,
You'd rather I forget about our meeting.
No where to go now she has fallen ...
Cries From the Midnight Circus.
(May, Waller)
In the concrete valleys the electric storm.
We members of the midnight circus,
Our bodies so brightly adorn
In your long sedans and your Oldsmobiles,
Through that slit in your face, you ask me,
How it feels.
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
I'm a-telling you again.
Daughters of Satan all stand in line,
With faces greased and a mouth full of shine.
With iron hand you bruise the flesh,
Then through a closing door you ask,
Pray why the distress.
Hear me, can you hear me, can you.
Midnight sailors can stay,
We won't send you away,
See me here on my knees.
You lie in the alley, with blood on your clothes.
As fingers round your throat they close.
Your cries of murder, splash on the walls
As you die, you think about the injustice of it all.
Can you hear me ...
Hear me ...
See Satan's daughters' red light,
They have such good appetites,
Another clown packs his drag ...
Grass.
(May, Waller)
As silver tears they weave and lace,
Sad patterns upon her face,
She waits for you.
So low below a laser sun,
Through velvet fields she runs,
Reaching for you.
And so you bleed now,
Your hand holds the knife
That is tearing your life apart.
Why don't you leave now,
The city's too heavy
And your dreams they melt in the sun.
On mellow blue, birds curve and glide.
Through shadows of grief she slides,
She waits for you.
There on a hill before the dawn,
In silence a promise torn,
She turns from you.
And so you bleed now ...
As silver tears, they weave and lace,
She waits for you.
So low below a laser sun,
Reaching for you.
On mellow blue birds curve and glide.
She waits for you.
There on a hill before the dawn,
She turns from you ...
Sickle Clowns.
(May, Waller)
Down by the river
Three sickle mounted souls,
Lay wined on the green leaf,
Digging their rock 'n' roll,
Hey hey, digging their rock 'n' roll.
Slashed by the wild geese,
The silence it did tear,
Sticks swung in violence,
You America murdered there
Hey hey, young America murdered there.
As one soul lay dying,
Only two were there to care.
On through the valleys,
Sad sickle clowns they ride.
Pressed tight against morning,
Beneath the blackened sky.
Hey hey, beneath the blackened sky.
There on a hill of gold
Wild children play.
They bend to pick the flowers.
The sun dissolves the day.
Hey hey, the sun dissolves the day.
If you can't close one eye,
Then turn the other way.
Faces bark in anger,
With savage bitter words,
Twist against the friendship,
With rapid shots they're blurred.
Hey hey, with rapid shots they're blurred.
There by the highway
Two sickles melt in flames.
They burn without the knowledge
Of why their lives were claimed,
Hey hey, why their lives were claimed.
As the smoke drifts skyward
We search for those to blame ...
She's a Lover.
(May, Waller)
She takes the moon and stars
To wear as her disguise.
Then catching cosmic rays
She uses them for eyes.
She's a lover
And you know she's coming through
She's a lover
And you know she's coming through
With warm breezes
She will wipe away the sigh.
In the green folds of her skirt
A tired traveller lies,
She's a lover And you know she's coming through ...
There below the grey stone walls
Behind the hill she waits for you.
Painted on a field of corn
Strange messages she leaves for you.
She sheds her summer dress
Fearing it displeases you
Amid the white silk melting forest
Where she flew.
She's a lover
And you know she's coming through .....
Across the wooded plains
The wild geese have fled.
Beneath the splintered stones
Her anger seeps through red.
She's a lover And you know she's coming through ...
What's the Use.
(May, Waller)
We gave you our love
We gave you our love
As we bent to do wrong.
Your smile was the wind
Your smile was the wind
As it swept us along.
Why can't you understand
That we can't build to lines of a plan.
What's the use, what's the use...
Parachute.
(May, Norman Smith)
White ice towers, slow dissolving
Now fall.
Below savage moon
Iron cities soon to rust.
Warned first by the gathering shadows
They fled.
From wide vapour deserts
They turned turned towards the sea.
Pale worn the walking, pass
Through concrete glades.
Torn shadows, slashed silence, AHHH.
October 26.
(May, Waller)
So
If we meet again
Then maybe
(Revolution)
(That's all that it can be)
(If you find your own solution)
(Then that's alright with me)
If I wanted to
Could I depend on you
My friend
So
If we dream again
Then maybe
(Revolution)
(That's all that it can be)
(If you find your own solution)
(Then that's alright with me)
If I wanted to
Could I depend on you
My friend
So
If we'd hope again
Then maybe
(Revolution)
(That's all that it can be)
(If you find your own solution)
(Then that's alright with me)
(Revolution),
(Can't you be revolution),
(That's all that it can be)
(Revolution).
Cold Stone.
(May, Waller, Tolson)
In the sky you´re runnin'
White liquid at your feet
Dispersed through the darkness
Look so obsolete
Now the walls are falling
Now that you are free
Will you pin your hopes on lies
Don't pin them on me
We're goin' down slow
We're in a hole
To beg a please
Now rest for me
Beneath the sky you're runnin'
White mucous in your throat
Chased by the bloodstained weasel
that just might be a stoat
Through the velvet forest
White witnesses at hand
Oh brave soldier why so sad
Don't you understand
We're goin' down slow
We're in a hole
To beg a please
No rest for me
This world is just cold stone
This world is just cold stone
This world is just cold stone
We're in a hole
We're goin' down slow
To beg a please
No rest for me.
Video:
Album.
Promo - Warner Bros.
Enlaces:
The Pretty Things.com: http://www.theprettythings.com/products/parachute-the-pretty-things/23115
Wikipedia en ingles: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parachute_(The_Pretty_Things_album)
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