1971 Stackridge - Stackridge


Publicación: 6 de agosto.

Productor: Fritz Freyer.
Ingeniero: Martin Birch.
Estudios: De Lane Lea Studios, Londres.
Grabación: Marzo - abril de 1971.
Remasterizado: Sundried Artists, Bath. Septiembre 2006.
Discográfica U.K: MCA Records.
N° de catalogo: MDKS 8002.
Diseño de portada: Hipgnosis.
Letra manuscrita: James Warren.


Tracklist:

Lado 1.

01 Grande Piano.
(Davis, Warren)   3:21
02 Percy The Penguin.
(Davis, Warren)   3:40
03 The Three Legged Table.
(Warren)   6:47
04 Dora the Female Explorer.
(Davis, Warren, Evans, Slater, Billy Bent)   3:45
05 Essence of Porphyry.
(Warren)   8:04

Lado 2.

06 Marigold Conjunction.
(Warren)   4:58
07 32 West Mall.
(Davis, Warren)   2:25
08 Marzo Plod.
(Warren)   3:05
09 Slark.
(Jim Walter, Davis)   14:07

Bonus Tracks - Edicion C.D 2006:

10 Let There Be Lids.
(Trad.)   3:18
11 Slark (single version).
(Jim Walter, Davis)   4:41

Tiempo total: 50:34 minutos.


Compact Disc - edición Mini L.P Replica Japón:

Discográfica: MCA Records.
N° de catalogo: UICY-9055.

Portada.

Contraportada.

Contraportada  y portada.

Interior carpeta.

Interior.

Disco.

Fajilla.


Stackridge:

Andy Cresswell-Davis: Guitarras electrica y acustica, voz, piano, armonio.
James Warren: Bajo, guitarra acustica, voz.
Michael Evans: Violin, coros.
Michael "Mutter" Slater: Flauta, coros.
Billy "Sparkle" Bent: Bateria, percusion.



Letras:


Grande Piano.
(Davis, Warren)

You fence me in, you break me out
The people grin, they see me shout
And you would play your grande piano
In the fine array you matched with Handel,
Grasping, clasping.

You lose your lead, you tear your books
The host is pleased to share your looks
And you would play your grande piano
In fine array you matched with Handel,
Staking, raking.

We talked about all the places we'd seen
When I saw you there and I thought of my dream
Where you'd grown so tall and how you were small
When the major-seventh interlude had crashed!

We talked about all the places we'd seen
When I saw you there and I thought of my dream
Where you'd grown so tall and how you were small
When the major-seventh interlude had crashed!

After eight, approaching nine,
The garden gate, the dancing wine
I always loved your grande piano
Until the day you swam the Channel
Blinking, sinking.


Percy The Penguin.
(Davis, Warren)

Percy the Penguin had cucumber wings 
"Sadly" he cried, "they won't do anything" 
With endless devotion he fearlessly tried 
To glide through the oceans and swim through the skies.

Off went our hero to Polo the Bear 
To seek his advice on the weight of the air 
"The substance is void, its quintessence is bright." 
The wise bear's compassion turned darkness to light.

Winter's cold legions made snow fall in rivers 
Percy, so tearful, could not feign contentment 
Mournful he watched as the seagulls flew past 
"Why was I born so useless?" Percy would muse 
Here in this Vale of Heartbreak penguin's can't choose.

Then as the sun from its slumbers returned 
The icelands were blessed with the song of the birds 
But one little creature lay still on the shore 
For Percy had perished his heart froze to stone 
He died all alone. Sweet Percy could never have flown.


The Three Legged Table.
(Warren)

I haven't been to Athens although I've read the book. 
I never owned a palace, at times I tried to look. 
Daydream in my class; reckon up I'd finish last. 
I sealed my wheel of fortune when I was what I am. 
I wore my favourite sandals, I ate the food I can. 
One long piercing glance; enough to break a severed lance. 

Two upon a ruined tower, a musty palisade 
Sliding trucks by Laural Canyon, hey! 
Slipping south, open mouth, wave a flag 
That greyhound train is bustling forward 
I can't construct a line 
The bridge that runs between a tunnel shout! 
I am here, shaking fear, look and learn 

I brought what I could but I have no-one and so I'm denied 
I show what I should but the rest of me: 
Well I could be in Jamaica, in Thailand or maybe the floor.

Nothing could be finer say 
I bake my nose in the sun 
Stretched in South Carolina bay 
The Three Legged Table is One. 

This town was detached but I rode around 
I never was scratched 
I planned all the news and the masquerade 
For my persistence resistance is chosen and war has ensued.

Nothing else could be finer say 
I bake my nose in the sun 
Stretched in South Carolina bay 
The Three Legged Table is One.


Dora the Female Explorer.
(Davis, Warren, Evans, Slater, Billy Bent)

Climbs up the mountains, to fool with you,
She never does the one thing you expect her to.
Underneath the clifftop, hanging by her teeth, 
This girl will find adventure, right there at your feet.
Dora the female explorer has gone 
Dora the female explorer has gone.

Shooting down the rapids or diving fathoms deep,
Dora keeps you busy, she never lets you sleep.
Wet or windy weather rarely keeps her in,
If you want to make her happy,
Just ask her where she's been
Dora the female explorer has gone 
Dora the female explorer has gone.

Shooting down the rapids or diving fathoms deep,
Dora keeps you busy, she never lets you sleep.
Wet or windy weather rarely keeps her in,
If you want to make her happy,
Just ask her where she's been
Dora the female explorer has gone 
Dora the female explorer has gone.


Essence of Porphyry.
(Warren)

Instrumental.


Marigold Conjunction.
(Warren)

Take one ageing backroom clerk 
Take one spinster knitting tweed 
When you place them both together 
There are more than two mouths to feed.

Spin this creaking dockyard crane 
Turn that whining turbine drill 
When imposing new restrictions 
There are more than two mouths to fill.

Quaintly Ebeneezer, lemon tweezer 
Marigold conjunction 
Spindled forceps, mating doorsteps 
Where is all this cold compunction? 

In the nearness of the night when the phantom opera sings 
He'll be searching his discomfort at the tidings providence brings 
In the looseness of the thread when the vestment gains its width 
He'll be brandishing his tuba at the stomp of Mulligan's myths.

Quaintly Ebeneezer, lemon tweezer 
Marigold conjunction 
Highland garters, droning martyrs 
Where is all this cold compunction? 

Search through his chain mail coat 
There's no-one to report 
Stand by his lace-up shield 
There's seldom cause to joust, the contest endeth.

Quaintly Ebeneezer, lemon tweezer 
Marigold conjunction
Fresian dairy, quite contrary
Where is all this cold compunction? 

Glass-eyed with shaking hand 
The famous pinch of snuff 
Tongue-tied with trembling legs 
There's seldom need to walk, the pathway endeth.

Mercy be the time has flown! 
Tell the Verger he must wake 
Gather all the spangled fragments 
All the cinnamon he would take 
Throw nostalgia to the wind 
It will compensate your loss 
He delivers this contraption from all it's turpentine dross.

Quaintly Ebeneezer, lemon tweezer 
Marigold conjunction 
Mottled fawnings, mildewed awnings 
Where is all this cold compunction? 

Maybe lemon tweezer, Ebeneezer, 
Celluloid consumption 
Rearguard syndrome, toothless earcombe 
What is all this bleeding unction?


32 West Mall.
(Davis, Warren)

A telegram arrived, the rent was overdue 
It's good to be alive, although the roof was leaking too 
Forty missing floorboards, fifty frantic "far out" mice below.

The little room I saw you in on Saturday 
My legs were genuflecting in the rain! 
I often dream of moonbeams on the motorway 
It really is a shame.

Friday in the bath, it's the nicest day of all 
It's time to rise and shine because we must collect the dole 
The old tin kettle's boiling and Murray's joined us for our breakfast too.

The little room I saw you in on Saturday 
My legs were genuflecting in the rain! 
I often dream of moonbeams on the motorway 
It really is a shame.


Marzo Plod.
(Warren)

Marzo used to plod on the route that crossed the countryside
For he would not catch a bus to ride
And his mouldy dungarees he'd worn for forty years
The only liquid he consumed was frozen beer
Old Tinlips was his friend
When they joined the boy scout's jamboree
They destroyed my brother's charity
And together they disected several cardboard slugs
Marzo kept a few of them in greasy mugs
Oh Marzo! Oh Marzo!

Marzo when a boy would delight in all adversity
For he would not leave the nursery
He was most annoyed to find he could not spell his name
The letters must have fallen down a local drain
He wandered to and fro, in the midst of blissful ignorance
He observed a constant vigilance
Purple Spaceships used to land on Yatton Bowling Green,
Marzo fried the aliens steel-plated beans
Oh Marzo! Oh Marzo!

Marzo in the streets, used to thrash his rhubarb frantically
While his left arm was tied to his uncle's knee
He would pick his speck of pepper from the morning dew
He even washed his overcoat in compost glue
For no one would believe he was born in 1563
Yet he's the youngest of his family
His father still is working for the C.I.A.
Marzo is the strangest man alive today!
Oh Marzo! Oh Marzo!


Slark.
(Jim Walter, Davis)

Careering along in my creosote car 
From Kebeeble to Kenn I didn't get very far 
The sky turned black and a dark cloud grew 
The monster Slark came in to view.

I pleaded with Slark to pass me by 
"I've done nothing wrong, I don't want to die" 
He scooped me up in his huge grey claws 
And bore me away without any cause.

We soared many miles over mountain and stream 
A cold grey mist woke me up from my dream 
The sun fought snow in a winning duel 
I found us standing by a silver pool.

The monster heaved a great belching sigh 
A flash of lightening shot towards the sky 
White birds flew from the turmoiled scene 
And out stepped a lady like an ancient queen.

She floated towards the golden sand 
Smiled a smile then took my hand 
She led me away to the bottom of the lake 
The last magic steps I was ever to take.





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