Publicación: Mayo.
Productor: Edgar Broughton Band.
Ingeniero: Alan O'Duffy.
Mezcla: Rufus Cartwright.
Grabación: Junio - Deciembre de 1972.
Estudios: Olympic Studios, Morgan Studios, The Manor Studios; Londres, U.K.
Discográfica U.K: Harvest Records.
Nº de catalogo: SHVL 810.
Discográfica U.S.A: Capitol Records.
Nº de catalogo: ST-11304.
Concepto de portada: Chris Smith.
Diseño: Chris Smith & Steve Broughton.
Arte: Barney Bubbles.
Fotografía del interior: Hipnosis.
Otras fotografías: Edgar Broughton , Krista Guziolek , Steve Broughton.
Tracks:
Lado 1.
01 Hurricane Man / Rock 'n' Roller.
(R.E. Broughton) 6:13
02 Roccococooler.
(R.E. Broughton) 3:09
03 Eviction.
(S. Broughton) 3:00
04 Oh You Crazy Boy!
(V. Unitt) 2:44
05 Things on My Mind.
(S. Broughton) 3:39
Lado 2.
06 Exhibits from a New Museum / Green Lights.
(R.E. Broughton) 7:54
07 Face from a Window / Pretty / Hi-Jack Boogie / Slow Down.
(R.E. Broughton, S. Broughton, Arthur Grant, Unitt) 10:29
08 Capers.
(R.E. Broughton, S. Broughton, Grant, Unitt) 1:37
Tiempo total: 40:07 minutos.
Vinyl Long Play - Edición U.K:
Discográfica: Harvest Records.
N° de catalogo: SHVL 810.
Portada con cubierta.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Cubierta.
Cubierta.
Carpeta con cubierta.
Carpeta.
Interior carpeta.
Interior.
Interior.
Etiquetas lados 1 y 2.
Vinyl Long Play - Edición U.S.A:
Discográfica: Capitol Records.
N° de catalogo: ST-11304.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Interior.
Etiquetas lados 1 y 2.
Compact Disc - Edición U.K 1991:
Discográfica: BGO Records.
N° de catalogo: BGOCD114.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Booklet.
Booklet.
Edgar Broughton Band:
Edgar Broughton: Voz, guitarra, bajo (Hi-Jack Boogie).
Victor Unitt: Guitarras, guitarra española (Exhibits From A New Museum), piano, voz (Oh You Crazy Boy!), coros.
Arthur Grant: Bajo, guitarra (Hurricane Man y Hi-Jack Boogie).
Steve Broughton: Batería, percusión, guitarra, campanas tubulares, tamborín, voz.
Otros músicos:
Madeline Bell, Doris Troy, Lisa Strike: Coros (Rock 'n' Roller, Things On My Mind y Face From A Window)
Maggie Thomas: Coros (Oh You Crazy Boy!).
David Bedford: Piano (Green Lights).
Letras:
Hurricane Man.
(R.E. Broughton)
The broken hearted pilot is lost in wheeling wings.
Gone forever brothers. Smashed to smithereens.
The little cap green and black the doctor said was soft.
You wonder how many humans you might need to really get you off.
Thirty years have passed you by
while you’ve been selling beer
Now you say you want to die
You don’t know what it means.
Hurricane man, hurry back here
The wine is in the sun
Hurricane man, hurry back here,
There’s so much to be done.
Fly through the night to the northern lights
To be far away
Fly through the night to the northern lights
To be far away
The wine is in the sun
Hurricane man, hurry back here,
There’s so much to be done.
Rock ‘n Roller.
(R.E. Broughton)
Your poor wife is sad today
She thinks you’ll die by the razor blade
Your boy Flash is free at last
On the top of the class rock ‘n roller
La,La La La La,La, La
La,La La La La,Laaa,
Says he wants to live in rock ‘n roll land
I met the strangest ladybird
With a heart of stainless steel
She liked fast cars and candy bars
She thought I was unreal
She said she had a father
The one she never saw
Her mother was a comfort
To a pilot in the war
She said she had a superstar
A long hard ride ago
He kicked his heels in strawberry fields
And fell down on the snow
Laaa La La La La, La La La La...
Dark nights, golden lights
Hand in hand together
Sweet breath, fetid breath
Nothing lasts forever
Laaa La La La La, La La La La....
Roccococooler.
(R.E. Broughton)
Sitting, laughing at the mindless humanoids croaking in their swarm.
While recalling Omar Khayyam. How we changed there in the holy sun high on holding hands.
The pilot crashed with Rupert Brooke they blew together fast on other levels.
He spoke, softly, opened by the wine. A father pushing fear and looking for redemption.
Someone hurry he thought as the waves rolled their way through concentration.
It’s all too much he seemed to want to say but could not make the necessary juncture.
How he loved the lady by my side. Rococo lady, daughter of the African the westernized.
He is searching for a hole to be in to make himself.
How we changed there in the holy sun high on holding on.
You might be different, I can read it in your sign,
You, you might be something, I can read it in your eyes.
Eviction.
(S.A. Broughton)
Oh my love, what are we going to do?
I can’t believe that the hour is due
That my whole life here with you is through
Now they wanna put is in a fifteen-storey view and I can’t stand it.
But don’t you worry, I’ll think of something
If there’s anything I can do.
I don’t propose we let them through
Do you?
So lock all the windows and bolt all the doors
‘cos here they come the bastards here they come
Putting an order on you and all your family
If you wanna leave the town notify me
There’s a condition that you’ll always have to guarantee.
Necessarily you will agree You got anything to say to me?
Don’t be so clever with me
or I’ll give you something to think about
Make you see
that I’m not the fool you thought me to be
But you never saw anything other than your opportunity.
Oh, You Crazy Boy!
(V.B. Unitt)
You say you’re gonna kick out school good
I’d really like to see you try
You seem to have forgotten how the master threw shit in your eye
Oh you crazy boy! They’re gonna laugh at you
All those crazy things you say and do
The money sang deep in his pants
You recall as his hand wrapped around your head
Ideas capital didn’t it just make you wanna see red?
You wanted to change the world but you got up far too late
They’d all gone back to bed before you reached the garden gate
Oh you crazy boy! They’re gonna laugh at you
All those crazy things you say and do.
Things on My Mind.
(S.A. Broughton)
I got things on my mind
Growin’ wings on my time
And my life is flyin’ by
and changin’
Might I see you by and by
Just the once before we all die
Though Heaven is gonna be a sight for eyes
It’s derangin’
And I’m getting restless in this room
The things you’re doing are gonna do me in
Somebody’s gonna have to rescue me
Or there’ll be nothing to choose between Bonaparte and you.
Exhibits From A New Museum.
(R.E. Broughton)
A five year old child is playing beads with a thinker, beads with a thinker if you please.
A five year old child is playing beads with a thinker, beads with a thinker if you please.
The minister of data feels like getting high
Looks down on you people through the holes in both his eyes – outside.
A tired and gaudy woman is looking for a manger, looking for a manger on her knees
A tired and gaudy woman is looking for a manger – somewhere women can be.
If you mean to say you don’t know why
You hurt someone a mother cries
I’m shot to pieces, nerve ends dangling
Then I’ll come on like the Boston strangler
I’m not alone in this place
Never get past the tears on her face
Everybody trying to help me like they’re trying to win a race.
She said she loved me, that was delightful
But she never really saw me so come and get your eyeful
Look into my mirror, everyone’s a mirror
Does it make you warm or does it make you shiver
Come back flow - here and now – it’s where we grow.
Green Lights.
(R.E. Broughton)
I met her in a garden
Where the warriors grow
We shivered in the darkness
I knew you were at home
I told you I was lonely
I begged you not to cry
Blown smoke in my head
Green lights in your eyes
Green lights in your eyes
Door to door to door
Door to door to door
You know about me and the business man
It’s hard to keep a friend
Stone cold shaking – waiting for the rest
Wondering where it ends
I don’t know how I ever came this way
I don’t know how I got this far at all.
Green lights in your eyes
Green lights in your eyes
You said you’d like to meet her
And it was soon arranged
She said you were her sister
Though we all felt strange
Green lights in your eyes
Green lights in your eyes
Door to door to door
Door to door to door
Green lights in your eyes
Green lights in your eyes
Door to door to door
Door to door to door
Green lights in your eyes.
Face From A Window.
(S.A. Broughton)
We could sell you from every available window
But I wonder if that’s what you want to be.
We could take it from every conceivable angle
If you’ll only dangle for me
The people wanna see you bleed
They wanna know what you need
They believe all the things in the papers that they read
You could be far above other persons, you know that
You could easily hold them in your hand
But you gotta co-operate with the things we do
And the things you lose you’ll have to understand
The people wanna see you bleed
They wanna know what you need
They believe all the things in the papers that they read.
Pretty.
(S.A. Broughton)
You sit there looking pretty
And you keep your fingers in the air
We’re in your office in the city
And you run your hand across my hair
You live there sitting pretty
In your quiet secluded country home
My connection breaks the window
And the morning finds you all alone
Does our meeting make you merry?
Or does it hurt to have me here?
And before we get to business
Please let me play your ball
Hi-Jack Boogie.
(The Edgar Broughton Band)
Flash back to the time
Back track burned his little mind
Too fast he got high
Hi-jack in the sky
Look out kids hear him moan
The mob has made a monster grow
Flash back
Flash back watch him go
TV radio
Hi-jack we lost sight
Flash back end of line
Sell his film for the refugees
We know who they are
Some say he was a crust of bread
Some say he was a star
Take it kid!
Slow Down.
(V.B. Unitt)
Oh! What a super morning
Oh! What a knock-out day
A-wont you look at that sunrise
Can you hear what they’re saying?
Slow down!
The more I see, yeah the more I’ll come to need.
Ruled out!
The one way clause that says I’ll succumb to greed.
Nobody kills me like you do, Daddy!
I hope I ain’t wasting my life.
Call on the phone in your car now, Daddy
I’ll come and mess around with your mind
Slow down!
The more I see, yeah the more I’ll come to need.
Ruled out!
The one way clause that says I’ll succumb to greed.
The show’s gotta get off the ground now, Daddy I want to hear you saying it too
You really gotta splash it around now, Daddy
Be sure to get a real good view.
Slow down!
The more I see, yeah the more I’ll come to need.
Ruled out!
The one way clause that says I’ll succumb to greed.
Capers.
(The Edgar Broughton Band)
Instrumental.
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