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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