Publicación: Abril.
Productores: The Nice
Ingenieros: Dave Henshaw & Malcolm Toft.
Estudios: Trident Studios.
Discográfica U.K: Charisma Records.
N° de catalogo: CAS 1030.
Diseño de portada, fotografías: Hipgnosis.
Balones rojos: Mettoy Playcraft.
Tracks:
Lado 1.
01 Hang On To A Dream (live).
(Tim Hardin) 12:41
02 My Back Pages.
(Bob Dylan) 9:10
Lado 2.
03 3rd Movement.
(Tchaikovsky, arreglos The Nice) 7:04
04 America (live).
(Bernstein/Sondheim, arr. Emerson/Jackson/Davison) 10:17
Tiempo total: 39:27 minutos.
Tracks 1 y 4 grabados en vivo en el Filmore East, New York.
Bonus Tracks - Edición C.D 1990:
05 Diamond-Hard Blue Apples Of The Moon.
(Emerson/Jackson) 2:45
06 Dawn.
(Emerson/Jackson/Davison) 5:05
07 Tantalising Maggie.
(Jackson/O'List) 4:19
08 Cry Of Eugene.
(Emerson/Jackson/O'List) 4:30
09 Daddy Where Did I Come From.
(Jackson/Emerson) 2:46
10 Azirial.
(Emerson/Jackson) 3:45
Poster - Storm Thorgerson.
Vinyl Long Play - Edición U.K:
Discográfica: Charisma Records.
N° de catalogo: CAS 1030.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Interior carpeta.
Etiquetas lados 1 y 2.
C.D - Edición E.U:
Discográfica: Virgin Records.
N° de catalogo: CAS 1030.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Disco.
Booklet.
Booklet.
The Nice:
Keith Emerson: Teclados.
Lee Jackson: Bajo, guitarra, voz.
Brian Davison: Bateria, percusion.
Letras:
Hang On To A Dream.
(Tim Hardin)
What can I say? She's walking away
From all we saw
What can I do? Still loving you
It's all a dream
How can we hang on to a dream?
How can it really be the way it seems?
What can I do? She's still saying it's through
With how it was
What will I find? I still can't see why
She says what she does
How can we hang on to a dream?
How can it really be the way it seems?
What can I say? She's walking away
From all we saw
What can I do? She's still saying we're through
It's all a dream
How can we hang on to a dream?
How can it really be the way it seems?
How can we hang on to a dream?
My Back Pages.
(Bob Dylan)
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Girl's faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
3rd Movement.
(Tchaikovsky)
Instrumental.
America.
(Bernstein/Sondheim)
Instrumental.
Bonus Edicion C.D 1990:
Diamond-Hard Blue Apples Of The Moon.
(Emerson/Jackson)
The transplant circles
'Round the heads of all the heroes
And confusions caused by echoes
That are not for us to see
We sit on magic carpets
Its circles may be seeking for the.
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon.
Blind men in a dark room
On their magic flying carpets
They must search to find a black cat
And two apples make a pair
Are not really there
Tryin' to make a pair of.
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon.
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon.
Dawn.
(Emerson/Jackson/Davison)
Dawn
Dawn
Dawn, the innocence and purity of a newborn day
Unspoiled as yet by the tarnished hand of waking man.
In its innocence, it knows not of her plan
Swellings turn on as the machine starts.
She, for dawn is surely a maiden, is born and raped
365 times every year since the beginning of time
She, for dawn is a maiden, returns completely innocent
It's as though she smiles on the January red
And at first she cries at the first thrust of summer
Dawn is pregnant with promise and anticipation
And is murdered by the hand of the inevitable.
But yet dawn has forgiven us for the sins
Men wrought on her.
Tantalising Maggie.
(Jackson/O'List)
Tantalising Maggie keeps a funny farm upstate
Keeps her love awaiting when the hands are laying plate
Drives an open sports car 'cause her boyfriend drives a plough
So her father keeps on asking "What's that row?"
Tantalising Maggie has a way with all the boys
Sneaks upstairs a-barefoot so her father miss the noise
Eats her breakfast in a pan, saves to wash the dish
Slides into the river and she hopes to catch a fish.
Maggie Maggie, keep yourself up straight
'Cause if you don't it will be too darn late
Maggie Maggie, keep yourself up straight
'Cause if you don't it will be too darn late.
Maggie
Tantalising Maggie.
Tantalising Maggie keeps her perfume in the barn
She shoots upstairs on Sunday when she visits funny farm
She drives her car on platforms 'cause she hates the city streets
Walks the last mile backwards, waves to all she meets.
Maggie Maggie, keep yourself up straight
'Cause if you don't it will be too darn late
Maggie Maggie, keep yourself up straight
'Cause if you don't it will be too darn late
Maggie Maggie, keep yourself up straight
'Cause if you don't it will be too darn late
Maggie Maggie, keep yourself up straight
'Cause if you don't it will be too darn late.
Cry Of Eugene.
(Emerson/Jackson/O'List)
The cry of Eugene fills the air
His spirit can be felt to wander
Rends the atmosphere with despair
His sense of urgency asks who.
Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
Their spirits can be felt to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all time's mine asunder.
The cry of Margaret with the golden hair
Loves that of Eugene and soothes despair
The two in harmony of voice and mind
Asks who, why, what were once one of a kind.
Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
Their spirits can be felt to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all time's mine asunder.
The voice of Eugene cuts through air
His gaze commands everyone to wonder
The words he speaks dispel all care
But Eugene is always there.
Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
Their spirits can be felt to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all time's mine asunder
Splits all time's mine asunder
Splits all time's mine asunder
Splits all time's mine asunder.
Daddy Where Did I Come From.
(Jackson/Emerson)
So I wonder why when the pie in the sky
Gets green at the edge, jumps a senile hedge
And asks questions.
So I asked my ma and she said "Ask your pa"
And he said "Ask your ma" and wonders why his kids ask questions
So you fill me up with the gooseberry bush and tales of the stork
And you tell me to hush when I ask questions.
Daddy, where did I come from?
Father:
"Well son, you've rather caught your old dad on the hop.
I suppose the birds and the bees they won't do. No, no they won't do.
Think of flowers, a flower carrying the seed, yeah that's mommy, mommy the flower.
And your daddy sort of fornicates the flower. No, uh, pollinates, fornicates, pollinates.
No son, you didn't just grow in the garden.
No, daddy didn't pick you. No, you stayed with the flower.
And you sort of grew and grew and grew, and suddenly you're you.
That won't do son? No? Uh, well, it's the best I can do."
Son:
"No daddy, the fertilization occurs when the male seeds reach the female egg."
You're drunk, you're drunk.
With your back teeth floating in a gallon of booze
You can't even work out how to fasten your shoes
You get yourself into such a state
You're found drunk in charge of a roller skate
It's no small wonder that you can't even answer questions.
Azirial.
(Emerson/Jackson)
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela.
They asked me what they thought has just clouded my eye
I told them that Azrael looked down and their declined
What great thought if any trusts the landscape of your mind
I told them that Azrael looks down on you from behind.
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela.
I told them what they asked while holding my breath
That Azrael on wings of death collects his pound of flesh
I told them what they asked, while holding my breath
Azrael the angel brings only death.
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela...
Vídeos:
My Back Pages.
Hang On To A Dream.
The Nice:
Keith Emerson: Teclados.
Lee Jackson: Bajo, guitarra, voz.
Brian Davison: Bateria, percusion.
Letras:
Hang On To A Dream.
(Tim Hardin)
What can I say? She's walking away
From all we saw
What can I do? Still loving you
It's all a dream
How can we hang on to a dream?
How can it really be the way it seems?
What can I do? She's still saying it's through
With how it was
What will I find? I still can't see why
She says what she does
How can we hang on to a dream?
How can it really be the way it seems?
What can I say? She's walking away
From all we saw
What can I do? She's still saying we're through
It's all a dream
How can we hang on to a dream?
How can it really be the way it seems?
How can we hang on to a dream?
My Back Pages.
(Bob Dylan)
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Girl's faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
3rd Movement.
(Tchaikovsky)
Instrumental.
America.
(Bernstein/Sondheim)
Instrumental.
Bonus Edicion C.D 1990:
Diamond-Hard Blue Apples Of The Moon.
(Emerson/Jackson)
The transplant circles
'Round the heads of all the heroes
And confusions caused by echoes
That are not for us to see
We sit on magic carpets
Its circles may be seeking for the.
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon.
Blind men in a dark room
On their magic flying carpets
They must search to find a black cat
And two apples make a pair
Are not really there
Tryin' to make a pair of.
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon.
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon.
Dawn.
(Emerson/Jackson/Davison)
Dawn
Dawn
Dawn, the innocence and purity of a newborn day
Unspoiled as yet by the tarnished hand of waking man.
In its innocence, it knows not of her plan
Swellings turn on as the machine starts.
She, for dawn is surely a maiden, is born and raped
365 times every year since the beginning of time
She, for dawn is a maiden, returns completely innocent
It's as though she smiles on the January red
And at first she cries at the first thrust of summer
Dawn is pregnant with promise and anticipation
And is murdered by the hand of the inevitable.
But yet dawn has forgiven us for the sins
Men wrought on her.
Tantalising Maggie.
(Jackson/O'List)
Tantalising Maggie keeps a funny farm upstate
Keeps her love awaiting when the hands are laying plate
Drives an open sports car 'cause her boyfriend drives a plough
So her father keeps on asking "What's that row?"
Tantalising Maggie has a way with all the boys
Sneaks upstairs a-barefoot so her father miss the noise
Eats her breakfast in a pan, saves to wash the dish
Slides into the river and she hopes to catch a fish.
Maggie Maggie, keep yourself up straight
'Cause if you don't it will be too darn late
Maggie Maggie, keep yourself up straight
'Cause if you don't it will be too darn late.
Maggie
Tantalising Maggie.
Tantalising Maggie keeps her perfume in the barn
She shoots upstairs on Sunday when she visits funny farm
She drives her car on platforms 'cause she hates the city streets
Walks the last mile backwards, waves to all she meets.
Maggie Maggie, keep yourself up straight
'Cause if you don't it will be too darn late
Maggie Maggie, keep yourself up straight
'Cause if you don't it will be too darn late
Maggie Maggie, keep yourself up straight
'Cause if you don't it will be too darn late
Maggie Maggie, keep yourself up straight
'Cause if you don't it will be too darn late.
Cry Of Eugene.
(Emerson/Jackson/O'List)
The cry of Eugene fills the air
His spirit can be felt to wander
Rends the atmosphere with despair
His sense of urgency asks who.
Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
Their spirits can be felt to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all time's mine asunder.
The cry of Margaret with the golden hair
Loves that of Eugene and soothes despair
The two in harmony of voice and mind
Asks who, why, what were once one of a kind.
Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
Their spirits can be felt to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all time's mine asunder.
The voice of Eugene cuts through air
His gaze commands everyone to wonder
The words he speaks dispel all care
But Eugene is always there.
Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
Their spirits can be felt to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all time's mine asunder
Splits all time's mine asunder
Splits all time's mine asunder
Splits all time's mine asunder.
Daddy Where Did I Come From.
(Jackson/Emerson)
So I wonder why when the pie in the sky
Gets green at the edge, jumps a senile hedge
And asks questions.
So I asked my ma and she said "Ask your pa"
And he said "Ask your ma" and wonders why his kids ask questions
So you fill me up with the gooseberry bush and tales of the stork
And you tell me to hush when I ask questions.
Daddy, where did I come from?
Father:
"Well son, you've rather caught your old dad on the hop.
I suppose the birds and the bees they won't do. No, no they won't do.
Think of flowers, a flower carrying the seed, yeah that's mommy, mommy the flower.
And your daddy sort of fornicates the flower. No, uh, pollinates, fornicates, pollinates.
No son, you didn't just grow in the garden.
No, daddy didn't pick you. No, you stayed with the flower.
And you sort of grew and grew and grew, and suddenly you're you.
That won't do son? No? Uh, well, it's the best I can do."
Son:
"No daddy, the fertilization occurs when the male seeds reach the female egg."
You're drunk, you're drunk.
With your back teeth floating in a gallon of booze
You can't even work out how to fasten your shoes
You get yourself into such a state
You're found drunk in charge of a roller skate
It's no small wonder that you can't even answer questions.
Azirial.
(Emerson/Jackson)
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela.
They asked me what they thought has just clouded my eye
I told them that Azrael looked down and their declined
What great thought if any trusts the landscape of your mind
I told them that Azrael looks down on you from behind.
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela.
I told them what they asked while holding my breath
That Azrael on wings of death collects his pound of flesh
I told them what they asked, while holding my breath
Azrael the angel brings only death.
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela
Azraela...
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