Publicación: Julio.
Productores: David Hitchcock & Renaissance.
Ingeniero: John Kurlander.
Asistente de ingeniero: Patrick Stapley.
Grabación: Mayo de 1975.
Estudios: Abbey Road Studios, Londres, U.K.
Discográfica U.K: BTM Records.
Nº de catalogo: BTM 1006.
Diseño de portada: Hipgnosis.
Ilustración: Colin Elgie.
"Our special thanks to Chas, Terry, John, Nicky and Mal for keeping the show on the road. Thanks to Neil Watson and the members of the LSO."
Tracks:
Lado 1.
01 Trip to the Fair.
(Dunford, Thatcher, Tout) 10:50
02 The Vultures Fly High.
(Dunford, Thatcher) 3:07
03 Ocean Gypsy.
(Dunford, Thatcher) 7:06
Lado 2.
04 Song of Scheherazade.
I) Fanfare.
(Tout) 0:38
II) The Betrayal.
(Camp, Dunford, Tout) 2:05
III) The Sultan.
(Dunford, Thatcher) 4:45
IV) Love Theme.
(Camp) 2:42
V) The Young Prince and Princess as told by Scheherazade.
(Dunford, Thatcher) 2:29
VI) Festival Preparations.
(Camp, Dunford, Tout) 5:10
VII) Fugue for the Sultan.
(Tout) 2:10
VIII) The Festival.
(Dunford, Thatcher) 2:10
IX) Finale.
(Camp, Dunford, Tout) 2:29
Tiempo total: 45:39 minutos.
Vinyl Long Play - Edición Alemania:
Discográfica: RCA Records.
Nº de catalogo: PL 70 283.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Carpeta.
Interior carpeta.
Etiquetas lados 1 y 2.
Renaissance:
Annie Haslam: Voz (excepto 04c), coros.
Michael Dunford: Guitarra acústica, coros.
John Tout: Teclados, coros.
Jon Camp: Bajo, pedales para bajo, voz (track 04c), coros.
Terence Sullivan: Batería, percusión, coros.
Otros músicos:
Tony Cox: Arreglos orquestales.
Letras:
Trip to the Fair.
(Dunford, Thatcher, Tout)
I took a trip down to look at the fair
When I arrived I found nobody there
It seemed I was all alone
Must be that they've all gone home
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
Voices of yesterday make not a sound
Even the roundabout stopped going round
I wonder just what it means
Is everything how it seems?
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
A creak as the dodgems came onto the scene
Wheels began turning, I started to scream
A carousel swung around
My head spun and hit the ground
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
I close my eyes to disguise the fear from inside
Trembling within my own mind I find no place to hide
Stars of tomorrow shine through the grey mist that has gone
I wish that this trip to the fair had never begun
Suddenly thousands of faces I see
Everyone seemed to be staring at me
Clowns laughed in the penny arcade
What was this game my mind played?
I took a trip down to look at the fair
When I arrived I found nobody there
It seemed I was all alone
Must be that they've all gone home
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
A trip to the fair but nobody was there.
The Vultures Fly High.
(Dunford, Thatcher)
While in the streets of all our fears
They reign supreme as orders go
They are the last to have their say
And last to know it doesn't matter how you try
It doesn't matter what you say
They always watch with hollow eyes
To put you down they always find a way to criticise
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The vultures fly high
I'll take your hand if you fall
All those who sheltered in their smile
Are scattered here from yesterday
And if the weak are left behind
They have to pay and though you haven't much to give
You know they take it, yours and mine
Sometimes it looks as though we lose
But then in time the finger points at them
The next in line
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The vultures fly high
I'll take your hand if you fall
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The lonely sigh
I'll take your hand if you fall
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The lonely sigh
I'll take your hand if you fall
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The lonely sigh
I'll take your hand if you fall.
Ocean Gypsy.
(Dunford, Thatcher)
Tried to take it all away
Learn her freedom just inside a day
And find her soul
To find their fears allayed
Tried to make her love their own
They took her love, they left her there
They gave her nothing back
That she would want to own
Gold and silver rings and stones
Dances slowly of the moon
No-one else can know
She stands alone
Sleeping dreams will reach for her
She cannot say the words they need
She knows she's alone
And she is free
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold, turned to gold
Then she met a hollow soul
Filled him with her light
And was consoled she was the moon
And he, the sun was gold
Eyes were blinded with his light
The sun she gave
Reflected back the night
The moon was waning almost out of sight
Softly ocean gypsy calls
Silence holds the stars awhile
They smile sadly
For her where she falls
Just the time before the dawn
The sea is hushed
The ocean calls her
Day has taken her and now she's gone
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold, turned to gold
No-one noticed when she died
Ocean gypsy shackled to the tide
The ebbing waves were turning
Spreading wide
Something gone within her eyes
Her fingers, lifeless, stroke the sand
Her battered soul was lost
She was abandoned
Silken threads like wings still shine
Winds take pleasure, still make patterns
In her lovely hair
So dark and fine
Stands on high beneath the seas
Cries no more
Her tears have dried
Oceans weep for her, the ocean sighs
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold, turned to gold.
Song of Scheherazade.
(Dunford, Tout, Camp, Sullivan, Tatcher)
I. Fanfare.
Instrumental.
II. The Betrayal.
Instrumental.
III. The Sultan.
Sultan king cruel majesty
Ordered that his women die
A single night, this for all his wives
Takes his pleasure then their lives
And so for many days with the dawn
The sultan had his way
Wives were put to death
His name on their dying breath
Then one day as the evening came
Sultan sends for him a wife
Choose her well, charms I wish to see
Bring her, send her in to me
Then came Scheherazade to his side
And her beauty shone
Like a flower grown
Gentle as he'd ever known
Scheherazade bewitched him
With songs of jewelled kings
Princes and of heroes
And eastern fantasies
Told him tales of sultans
And talismans and rings
A thousand and one nights she sang
To entertain her king, she sings
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade.
IV. Love Theme.
Instrumental.
V. The Young Prince and Princess as told by Scheherazade.
And you would cause the sun to see your light and then be shamed
You cover darkness with a thousand secret flames
With your love, oh my love, oh my love, my love
And I would cause the winds to blow a hundred different days
And bring the perfumes of the gardens of the ways
Of your love, oh my love, oh my love, my love
Crystal and the clay, nights and the days
All on the prince's seal
Eagle of the sky, lion of the earth
This is what the seal is worth, what the seal is worth
Holds all of the dreams of a man
Tapestries and wishes of man
Pictures and visions of man
The spirit of the soul of the man
And he would vow to love her for the rest of all his days.
VI. Festival Preparations.
Instrumental.
VII. Fugue for the Sultan.
Instrumental.
VIII. The Festival.
Scheherazade this day is yours
Bearers of your gifts now all around you stand
Finest silk made in the land
Is waiting for your choice, it shimmers at your hand
Scheherazade your life is won, you have today the sultan's love
The people watch you step into the sun
Stalls and bars of every kind
Food piled high on woven leaves for all to eat
Drums and flutes at every turn
Music winding twisting through the crowded streets
Caravans from far away bring people laughing
People come to see the sultan in Baghdad today
Scheherazade her name is known
Her tale is told, the sultan let her life be spared
The festival begins this day
To celebrate her fame the people sing her praise
Stories sung, the crowds are dancing
To the music and the entertainment, all the voices sing
The people call to see the king
The sultan smiles, his story just begun
The sultan and Scheherazade are one
Scheherazade, Scheherazade
Told him tales of sultans
And talismans and rings
A thousand and one nights she sang
To entertain her king she sings
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade.
IX. Finale.
Instrumental.
Video:
Trip To The Fair.
Michael Dunford: Guitarra acústica, coros.
John Tout: Teclados, coros.
Jon Camp: Bajo, pedales para bajo, voz (track 04c), coros.
Terence Sullivan: Batería, percusión, coros.
Otros músicos:
Tony Cox: Arreglos orquestales.
Letras:
Trip to the Fair.
(Dunford, Thatcher, Tout)
I took a trip down to look at the fair
When I arrived I found nobody there
It seemed I was all alone
Must be that they've all gone home
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
Voices of yesterday make not a sound
Even the roundabout stopped going round
I wonder just what it means
Is everything how it seems?
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
A creak as the dodgems came onto the scene
Wheels began turning, I started to scream
A carousel swung around
My head spun and hit the ground
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
I close my eyes to disguise the fear from inside
Trembling within my own mind I find no place to hide
Stars of tomorrow shine through the grey mist that has gone
I wish that this trip to the fair had never begun
Suddenly thousands of faces I see
Everyone seemed to be staring at me
Clowns laughed in the penny arcade
What was this game my mind played?
I took a trip down to look at the fair
When I arrived I found nobody there
It seemed I was all alone
Must be that they've all gone home
A trip to the fair but nobody was there
A trip to the fair but nobody was there.
The Vultures Fly High.
(Dunford, Thatcher)
While in the streets of all our fears
They reign supreme as orders go
They are the last to have their say
And last to know it doesn't matter how you try
It doesn't matter what you say
They always watch with hollow eyes
To put you down they always find a way to criticise
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The vultures fly high
I'll take your hand if you fall
All those who sheltered in their smile
Are scattered here from yesterday
And if the weak are left behind
They have to pay and though you haven't much to give
You know they take it, yours and mine
Sometimes it looks as though we lose
But then in time the finger points at them
The next in line
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The vultures fly high
I'll take your hand if you fall
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The lonely sigh
I'll take your hand if you fall
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The lonely sigh
I'll take your hand if you fall
The vultures fly high
They circle over us all
The lonely sigh
I'll take your hand if you fall.
Ocean Gypsy.
(Dunford, Thatcher)
Tried to take it all away
Learn her freedom just inside a day
And find her soul
To find their fears allayed
Tried to make her love their own
They took her love, they left her there
They gave her nothing back
That she would want to own
Gold and silver rings and stones
Dances slowly of the moon
No-one else can know
She stands alone
Sleeping dreams will reach for her
She cannot say the words they need
She knows she's alone
And she is free
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold, turned to gold
Then she met a hollow soul
Filled him with her light
And was consoled she was the moon
And he, the sun was gold
Eyes were blinded with his light
The sun she gave
Reflected back the night
The moon was waning almost out of sight
Softly ocean gypsy calls
Silence holds the stars awhile
They smile sadly
For her where she falls
Just the time before the dawn
The sea is hushed
The ocean calls her
Day has taken her and now she's gone
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold, turned to gold
No-one noticed when she died
Ocean gypsy shackled to the tide
The ebbing waves were turning
Spreading wide
Something gone within her eyes
Her fingers, lifeless, stroke the sand
Her battered soul was lost
She was abandoned
Silken threads like wings still shine
Winds take pleasure, still make patterns
In her lovely hair
So dark and fine
Stands on high beneath the seas
Cries no more
Her tears have dried
Oceans weep for her, the ocean sighs
Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy, where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold, turned to gold.
Song of Scheherazade.
(Dunford, Tout, Camp, Sullivan, Tatcher)
I. Fanfare.
Instrumental.
II. The Betrayal.
Instrumental.
III. The Sultan.
Sultan king cruel majesty
Ordered that his women die
A single night, this for all his wives
Takes his pleasure then their lives
And so for many days with the dawn
The sultan had his way
Wives were put to death
His name on their dying breath
Then one day as the evening came
Sultan sends for him a wife
Choose her well, charms I wish to see
Bring her, send her in to me
Then came Scheherazade to his side
And her beauty shone
Like a flower grown
Gentle as he'd ever known
Scheherazade bewitched him
With songs of jewelled kings
Princes and of heroes
And eastern fantasies
Told him tales of sultans
And talismans and rings
A thousand and one nights she sang
To entertain her king, she sings
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade.
IV. Love Theme.
Instrumental.
V. The Young Prince and Princess as told by Scheherazade.
And you would cause the sun to see your light and then be shamed
You cover darkness with a thousand secret flames
With your love, oh my love, oh my love, my love
And I would cause the winds to blow a hundred different days
And bring the perfumes of the gardens of the ways
Of your love, oh my love, oh my love, my love
Crystal and the clay, nights and the days
All on the prince's seal
Eagle of the sky, lion of the earth
This is what the seal is worth, what the seal is worth
Holds all of the dreams of a man
Tapestries and wishes of man
Pictures and visions of man
The spirit of the soul of the man
And he would vow to love her for the rest of all his days.
VI. Festival Preparations.
Instrumental.
VII. Fugue for the Sultan.
Instrumental.
VIII. The Festival.
Scheherazade this day is yours
Bearers of your gifts now all around you stand
Finest silk made in the land
Is waiting for your choice, it shimmers at your hand
Scheherazade your life is won, you have today the sultan's love
The people watch you step into the sun
Stalls and bars of every kind
Food piled high on woven leaves for all to eat
Drums and flutes at every turn
Music winding twisting through the crowded streets
Caravans from far away bring people laughing
People come to see the sultan in Baghdad today
Scheherazade her name is known
Her tale is told, the sultan let her life be spared
The festival begins this day
To celebrate her fame the people sing her praise
Stories sung, the crowds are dancing
To the music and the entertainment, all the voices sing
The people call to see the king
The sultan smiles, his story just begun
The sultan and Scheherazade are one
Scheherazade, Scheherazade
Told him tales of sultans
And talismans and rings
A thousand and one nights she sang
To entertain her king she sings
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade
Scheherazade.
IX. Finale.
Instrumental.
Video:
Trip To The Fair.
Notas:
Luego de descubrir que su esposa le había sido infiel, el Sultán, convencido que todas las mujeres eran incapaces de una verdadera fidelidad y determinado a no ser engañado nuevamente, juró tomar una esposa virgen todos los días y hacerla ejecutar al amanecer.
Esto ocasionó gran pesar en la población de la ciudad, porque todos los días una muchacha hermosa era sacrificada al orgullo del Sultán, hasta que Scherezade fue elegida como su nueva esposa.
En un intento de acabar con las matanzas, Scherezade pidió como último pedido, contar una historia a su hermana y al Sultán hasta su ejecución al amanecer.
Basándose en su conocimiento de la poesía y de las leyendas orientales, Scherezade le relató un cuento que envolvió completamente al Sultán, pero, como ella se lo propuso, no lo acabó antes del amanecer.
Enfrentado ante el dilema de mandarla matar o escuchar el fin de la historia, venció la curiosidad del Sultán y retrasó la ejecución hasta el día siguiente.
Así continuó por mil y una noches hasta que el Sultán, ahora profundamente enamorado de Scherezade e incapaz de permitirse perderla, renunció a su juramento y ella permaneció como su esposa por el resto de sus días.
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