Publicación: 14 de abril.
Productores: Daniel Lanois , Mark Howard.
Ingenieros: Simon Francis, Zack Allentuck.
Grabación: Julio de 1998.
Estudios: Teatro Studios, Oxnard, California.
Mezcla: Mark Howard.
En: Metropolis Mastering.
Masterizado: Joe Gastirt.
En: Oceanview Digital Mastering.
Discográfica: it Records / Virgin Records.
N° de catalogo: 7243 8 47759 26.
Fotografía: Ellen Von Unwerth.
Tracks:
01 Vagabond Ways.
(M. Faithfull, D. Courts) 3:22
02 Incarceration of a Flower Child.
(Roger Waters) 5:34
03 File It Under Fun from the Past.
(M. Faithfull, B. Reynolds) 4:50
04 Electra.
(M. Faithfull, B. Reynolds, F. McGuinness) 3:24
05 Wilder Shores of Love.
(M. Faithfull, B. Reynolds, Guy Pratt) 5:40
06 Marathon Kiss.
(D. Lanois) 4:00
07 For Wanting You.
(E. John, B. Taupin) 3:57
08 Great Expectations.
(M. Faithfull, D. Lanois) 3:13
09 Tower of Song.
(L. Cohen) 4:35
10 After the Ceasefire.
(D. Lanois, F. McGuinness) 4:22
Compact Disc - Edición Europa:
Discográfica: it Records / Virgin Records.
N° de catalogo: 7243 8 47759 26.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Disco.
Booklet.
Marianne Faithfull:
Voz, composición.
Músicos:
Daniel Lanois: Guitarra, bajo, batería, percusión, loops.
Mark Howard: Teclados, órgano, percusión, bucles.
Barry Reynolds: Guitarra, guitarra de diapositivas, bajo, piano.
Roger Waters: Bajo, teclados.
Brian Blade: Batería, percusión.
Michael Chaves: Guitarra.
Danny Frankel: Batería, percusión.
Emmylou Harris: Voz de fondo.
Victor Indrizzo: Guitarra.
Novi Novog: Viola.
Glenn Patscha: Teclados, piano, pedales para bajo, arreglos de cuerdas.
Christopher Thomas: Bajo, fuzz bass, contrabajo.
Stephanie File: Cello.
Daryl Johnson: Coros vocales.
Letras:
Vagabond Ways.
(M. Faithfull, D. Courts)
Oh, doctor please, oh, doctor please.
I drink and I take drugs, I love sex and I move around a lot,
I had my first baby at fourteen,
And yes, I guess I do have vagabond ways.
Yes, I guess I do have vagabond ways.
Oh, doctor please, oh, doctor please,
I think you've made a mistake, I'm fine and I don't need people,
You don't understand all my choices,
But yes, I guess I do have vagabond ways,
Yes, I guess I do have vagabond ways.
Please, don't lock me up,
Please, let me stay free.
If you let me go I promise I'll never come back,
I'll take a ship across the sea.
I'm young and poor, and yes I'm afraid,
But I'll stay myself and keep my vagabond ways.
It was a long time ago, they took her child away and she was sterelized.
She died of the drink and the drugs
And yes, I guess she kept those vagabond ways,
Yes, I guess she kept those vagabond ways,
Yes, I guess she kept those vagabond ways.
Incarceration of a Flower Child.
(Roger Waters)
Do you remember me ? How we used to be helpless and happy and blind?
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine?
Laying on the living-room floor on those Indian tapestry cushions you made
Thinking of calling our first born Jasmine or Jade
Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about what it might be
Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor
It's gonna get cold in the 1970's
You wouldn't listen, you thought you knew better, you just to had to speak to that man
Please believe me, I'll visit whenever I can
Laying in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day
You plead with the doctor who's running the show
"Please don't take Jasmine away and leave me alone"
Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about what it might be
Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor
It's gonna get cold in the 1970's
Do you remember me ? How we used to be helpless and happy and blind?
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine?
Now in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day
You plead with the doctor who's running the show
"Please don't take Jasmine away and leave me alone"
File It Under Fun from the Past.
(M. Faithfull, B. Reynolds)
Do you remember me,
Do you remember anything?
Don't pretend I didn't make you laugh,
File it under fun from the past.
Well, I'm looking 'round the room
Some of the people I've loved.
Guess I remember everything
File it under fun from the past.
I could have been a contender, a contender for your love
I would have given you everything if I only knew how.
I would have given you everything if I only knew how, only knew how,
I could have been a contender, a contender for your love.
File it under fun from the past,
File it under fun from the past.
It was only you, it was always only you.
I never saw what other people bought,
I never cared what they thought.
Well, I'm looking 'round the room, some of the people I've loved,
Guess I remember everything.
File it under fun from the past.
You could have been a contender, a contender for my love.
I would have given you everything if I only knew how, only knew how.
I would have given you everything if I only knew how, only knew how,
You could have been a contender, a contender for my love.
File it under fun from the past,
File it under fun from the past.
Do you remember me,
Do you remember anything?
Don't pretend that it'll make you laugh,
File it under fun from the past.
Well, I'm looking 'round the room
Some of the people I've loved.
Guess I remember everything,
File it under fun from the past.
I could have been a contender, a contender for your love,
I could have given you everything if I only knew how, only knew how.
I would have given you everything if I only knew how, only knew how,
I could have been a contender, a contender for your love.
File it under fun from the past,
File it under fun from the past.
Electra.
(M. Faithfull, B. Reynolds, F. McGuinness)
I know that woman in the mirror, not quite yours and not quite mine,
Who she is can't say for sure, could be from another tide.
She's the Queen of Sheba, my father's mother,
Her face is low flying Africa.
She says to me she is not me,
So tell me, tell me who is she?
Tell me, tell me who is she?
You'd think she owns the streets of Dublin,
They say she's king of Torquay island,
She trades in piracy and sinning
She knows where you go at night.
And when you think you've finally reached her,
She laughs and says, "Babe, it's all right".
I know that woman in the mirror, that creature has my thoughts as eyes.
He saw her once and then forgot her, she remembers all his lies,
He spoke in secrets and in German kissed in tongues and slept in sighs.
She says to me she's not my father,
So tell me, tell me who is she?
Tell me, tell me who is she?
You'd think she owns the streets of Dublin,
They say she's king of Torquay island,
She trades in piracy and sinning,
She knows where you go at night.
And when you think you've finally reached her,
She laughs and says, "Babe, it's all right".
I know that woman in the mirror, not quite yours and not quite mine
Who she is can't say for sure, could be from another tide.
She's the Queen of Sheba, my father's mother,
Her face is low flying Africa.
She says to me she is not me,
So tell me, tell me who is she?
Tell me, tell me who is she?
Tell me, tell me who is she?
Tell me, tell me who is she?
Wilder Shores of Love.
(M. Faithfull, B. Reynolds, Guy Pratt)
Think about it when you're out on the street
Think about it when you've nothing to eat
How could you fall so low from so high above.
Think about it when you're on your own
Think about it when you're leaving home
You didn't see it coming, the velvet glove.
Too far out on the wilder shores of love
Too far out like you knew before
On the wilder shores of love.
Think about it from the other side
Realise you've got nothing to hide
There's no one left alive to give you away.
Night moves in mystery,
What else do you want to be?
Did no one ever show you the way?
Just found out on the wilder shores of love
Just found out what you did before
On the wilder shores of love.
Too far out on the wilder shores of love
Too far out what you knew before
On the wilder shores of love.
Ican feel your dangerous love around me.
Do I want to go in there again?
When all I wanted was for you to drown me
And love was there to make me go insane.
I remember all the lies you told me,
Shut my eyes and always you appear.
I can't forget the way you used to haunt me,
I can't forget the love that wasn't there.
Too far out on the wilder shores of love
Too far out like you knew before
On the wilder shores of love.
So far out on the wilder shores of love
So far out like you knew before
On the wilder shores of love.
Marathon Kiss.
(D. Lanois)
I cherished the night of your marathon kiss,
Chemicals flying, oh I love this.
What's it all for if you can't feel the ecstasy?
What's it all for if you can't touch the power,
The will to live in the hour?
Don't steal what I have got, baby,
'Cause it's hardly enough for myself.
Don't steal what I've got, baby,
'Cause the balance is thin like a shell.
I cherished the night of your marathon kiss,
Chemicals flying, oh I love this.
What's it all for if you can't feel the moment?
What's it all for if you can't feel the moment,
The moment of kiss.
Fearless when I'm with you,
Fearless when I'm with you.
Fearless when I'm with you,
Fearless through and through.
What am I gonna wear ? I don't care.
Nobody sees the inside.
Oh, the radio's gonna take us out
Take us out on a ride.
I put on perfume and I walk in the room
The world stands still with you in the room.
I cross the floor and I'm high and I'm rich
When I'm under your lips and your fingertips.
I cherished the night of your marathon kiss,
Chemicals flying into the mist.
What's it all for if you can't feel the moment?
What's it all for if you can't feel the power?
What's it all for if you can't, can't live right here
In the hour, in the hour, in the hour?
Fearless when I'm with you,
Fearless when I'm with you.
Fearless when I'm with you,
Fearless through and through.
For Wanting You.
(E. John, B. Taupin)
It comes as no surprise
Your face filled with lies
Hovers all around me in this room.
Clouds hung with my dismay
A hot bed where we lay
Your every kiss tasting like a tomb.
If time becomes a judge,
If my body holds a grudge
It's just because I needed sanctuary.
Your skin under my nails
My curiosity that failed
To save myself for something that I need.
I don't wanna bleed
Or bruise up black and blue.
Do I deserve these things
All for wanting you?
Like some virgin with her cloth
I play the goddess coming through
Now I play the parting slave
All for wanting you.
We do things 'cause we must
The law of love and lust
Comes together just like oil on flame.
I looked into your eyes,
You saw me naked for a while,
How d'you like it in my little nest?
Who was really using who?
In here the scent of you
Stains the sheets with memory and lust.
When I get back on the street
Tell everybody that I meet
Maybe these aren't scars, they're only rust.
I don't wanna bleed
Or bruise up black and blue
Do I deserve these things
All for wanting you?
Like some virgin with her cloth
I play the goddess coming through
Now I play the parting slave
All for wanting you.
Great Expectations.
(M. Faithfull, D. Lanois)
Great expectations I have to find
I want to tell you what it was like
My recollection is not too clear
So much hope and so much fear.
Long conversations into the night
Not like that, oh no, not so black and white
The great temptation's to try and please you
Play with you thought and mind and tease you
If I could tell my story in a song
I'd have to make it fast, yes it's very long
Many shades of grey between the right and wrong.
Day for night, night for day
All the stories on this way,
Feel the fire burn away.
So turn the lights down low, come over here
Stay with me, don't go, you'll see my characters appear
The storyteller's magic doesn't lie
He'll make you laugh to make you cry
Real for me is real for you
What I say is almost true.
Day for night, night for day
All the stories on its way,
Feel the fire burn and play.
The story's ended now you're on your own
Let's say a little prayer, go home.
Tower of Song.
(L. Cohen)
Well my friends have gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day
In the Tower of Song.
I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I can hear him coughing all night long
About a hundred floors above me
In the Tower of Song.
I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They just tied me to this table right here
In the Tower of Song.
Well you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing near the window where the light is strong
Oh they don't let a woman kill you
Not in the Tower of Song.
I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
But I feel so close to everything that we lost
We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again.
Well I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back
They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window
In the Tower of Song.
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window
In the Tower of Song.
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window
In the Tower of Song.
After the Ceasefire.
(D. Lanois, F. McGuinness)
After the ceasefire that they swore would last
She had the bright idea "To hell with the past!"
That's where love lay bleeding licking at its wounds
The times were never changing sticking to their guns
She thought she really meant it, that's the honest truth
She felt it in her marrow, she felt it in her boots
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire.
The man she married, he was something else
He adored the chaos, smashing all the delft
The man she married, he was something else
He had the sudden notion it's time to call a truth
It's time to lead a quiet life for the love of Jeeze
Let's sit down together and engage in talks of peace
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire.
He was Irish Catholic, she had English blood
They met in a good restaurant, they gave the secret knot
She ordered fish and lentils, he the kidney stew
She played with bold impulses, wine turned his lips blue
They left in separate taxis to the same address
In case someone was watching, and there they did confess
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire.
It was all the others' fault, they thought at any rate
After the ceasefire to put an end to hate
She was reaching for her knife, he a fork and spoon,
They sat about devouring the poison of the moon
Shared a fatal cigarette neither one would light
Their breath was flame enough, nobody said goodnight
After the ceasefire, after the ceasefire.
After the ceasefire that they swore would last
They had the strange idea of living in the past
That's where love lies bleeding licking at its wounds
The times are never changing sticking to their guns
They sit about devouring the poison of the moon
The times were never singing the same tune
After the ceasefire
After the ceasefire
After the ceasefire
After the ceasefire.
Videos:
Incarceration Of A Flower Child.
Vagabond Ways.
Enlaces:
Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vagabond_Ways
Marianne Faithfull.com: http://www.mariannefaithfull.org.uk/music/vagabond-ways/
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