Publicación: Enero.
Productor: Norman smith.
Ingeniero: Keith Harwood.
Estudios de grabación y mezcla: Olympic Studios, Londres, U.K.
Discográfica U.K: Swan Song.
Nº de catalogo: SSK 59401.
Diseño de portada, fotografía: Hipgnosis.
Asistente E.S.: Jeremy Gee.
Técnico de carretes eléctricos: Sleepy Ben King.
Equipamiento: Graham.
Tracks:
Lado 1.
01 Under the Volcano.
(P. May, P. Tolson) 6:02
02 My Song.
(P. May) 5:12
03 Sad Eye.
(P. Tolson) 4:31
04 Remember That Boy.
(P. May) 5:04
Lado 2.
05 It Isn't Rock 'n' Roll.
(J. Povey) 4:07
06 I'm Keeping.
(P. May) 4:04
07 It's Been So Long.
(P. May) 5:07
08 Drowned Man.
(P. May, J. Povey) 4:23
09 Theme for Michelle.
(J. Povey) 1:59
Tiempo total: 39:04 minutos.
Bonus tracks - Edición C.D 2002:
10 Tonight (A-side).
(Gordon Edwards) 3:05
11 Love Me a Little (demo).
3:10
12 Dance All Night (demo).
2:53
Vinyl Long Play - Edición U.S.A:
Discográfica: Swan Song.
Nº de catalogo: SS 8414.
Discográfica: Swan Song.
Nº de catalogo: SS 8414.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Interior carpeta.
Interior.
Etiquetas lados 1 y 2.
Compact Disc - Edición Japón 2006:
Discográfica: Universal Music.
Nº de catalogo: POCE-1006.
Discográfica: Universal Music.
Nº de catalogo: POCE-1006.
Portada.
Contraportada.
Carpeta.
Interior carpeta.
Interior.
Interior.
Disco.
Inserto.
Inserto.
Fajilla.
Matrix.
The Pretty Things:
Phil May: Voz.
Pete Tolson: Guitarra eléctrica y acústica, bajo.
Jack Green: Bajo, guitarra acústica, voz.
Gordon John Edwards: Teclados, guitarras, voz.
Jon Povey: Teclados eléctricos, clavecín, voz.
Skip Alan: Batería.
Otros músicos:
Norman Smith: Saxofón.
Phil May: Voz.
Pete Tolson: Guitarra eléctrica y acústica, bajo.
Jack Green: Bajo, guitarra acústica, voz.
Gordon John Edwards: Teclados, guitarras, voz.
Jon Povey: Teclados eléctricos, clavecín, voz.
Skip Alan: Batería.
Otros músicos:
Norman Smith: Saxofón.
Letras:
Under the Volcano.
(P. May, P. Tolson)
Flew into existence, just a sweet bird of youth.
Hugged my friends on the pavement,
Hid my dreams on the roof.
Wrapped in a blanket from the national health.
It isn't money but then what is wealth?
My dad he left me back in '56,
The moon got tilted and the sadness was mixed.
My mother loved me, but she couldn't do much,
She brought her kids up in a rabbit hutch.
Well it feels all right,
Wish it felt good every night.
Chuck Berry riffing drove me into my teens,
The way I swaggered it was pure James Dean.
In Indo China things were getting hot,
I found the answer on a used car lot.
The sun gets murdered as we hold back the night,
The road's a river, but it feels alright.
Route signals flashing and the border's gone,
I'm rolling southward to a Maggie Bell song.
My Song.
(P. May)
As I sit at my piano
Waiting for something to form in my head,
Bits and pieces, just like a jigsaw,
What if that jigsaw saw something up ahead.
Up ahead just waiting for me,
Gonna track it down it won't take long,
And in just an hour or two
It'll be wrapped up and I'll give it to you.
My song, and I will give it to you.
My song.
Up ahead just waiting for me,
Gonna track it down it won't take long,
And in just an hour or two
It'll be wrapped up and I'll give it to you.
My song, and I will give it to you.
My song.
Sad Eye.
(P. Tolson)
Well if you ever baby,
Feel like changing your mind,
Don't think twice just take it easy,
Anything you do will please me.
Just as long as you see me.
And if you ever baby,
Feel like starting again,
All you gotta do is phone me,
There is nothing you need show me.
Just as long as you know me.
Well I knocked on every door,
Looked on every sea and shore.
Just to find that you had left me.
You were a special one,
Like the setting of the sun,
Now it's too late to help me.
Remember That Boy.
(P. May)
Like a breathless summer evening,
When the silence simply roars,
You're so attached to what you're holding now,
But can you prove it yours?
You're the saviour of the drowning moon,
The bringer of the luck,
You're a concrete case for open space,
Who swears the cities suck.
You're the keeper of stars
Shining their cars
Applauding with the one hand you've got free.
You're amazingly graced,
Doesn't show on your face.
You're lysergically removed from what you were.
Asleep with the past
You're engaged to a dream,
You're a sepia creature
On the yesterday screen.
Like a forest in the winter,
When all life has gone to ground.
Holding wordless conversations,
You're slaughtered by the sound.
Like a river of forgotten dreams,
You lie strangled in the reeds.
Your sack is full of wild oats,
Why don't you sow come seeds?
The seconds drip, minutes click,
Set the trap, turn the lock,
Turn your back.
Moon dissolves, sun explodes
In the sky, it's getting dark
Very dark, wonder why.
Knelt before, piece of cheese
On your knees, you always were
Hard to please, hard to please.
Hidden in, liquid clear
Swims the fear, tomorrows child
Doesn't see, doesn't hear.
It Isn't Rock 'n' Roll.
(J. Povey)
Can you hear the heat,
It's getting to my feet,
Starts to ring a bell that tells me
When to get up,
Starts to move, it ain't my groove.
There's only one thing that I
Really could be sure about.
You know it isn't rock 'n' roll
It's getting to my soul,
Starts to ring a bell that tells me
When to get up,
Starts to move, it ain't my groove,
There's only one thing that I
Really could he sure about.
You know it isn't rock 'n' roll
I'm Keeping.
(P. May)
Well your daddy was a robber baron,
And he robbed so much it hurts,
Now he's lying in some alley,
And his mouth is filled with dirt.
Your mother played the actress,
Danced behind her rainbow fence,
In hotel room dark you watched her,
Working late to pay the rent.
Keeping bad company.
You were born to shake and shimmy
And you hitched it down the coast,
Now the one's you bring home hungry
Are the one's you love the most.
Keeping bad company.
It's Been So Long.
(P. May)
I went down to the muddy river
Where the blind fish do swim.
I saw the face on the drowning moon
And I nearly jumped in.
Sad sirens on the water
They call to me through the night.
They sing of you, their song is blue,
And so is the pain.
It 's been so long.
Oh Lord, won't you help me,
Now I'm in such distress,
My song is blue, and so are you,
That's why I'm in such a mess.
It 's been so long.
Out in the moonlight,
Beside Macadam highway,
You put out your thumb, Maggie Baby
You sure went a long way.
The neon angel passed you by,
He said old river seemed to sigh,
Separated, from you past,
We sometimes die.
It 's been so long.
Drowned Man.
(P. May, J. Povey)
Out in the street it's gently raining,
It's like dancing on glass.
You and your razor blade assistant,
Carved the lies right from the past.
But they offered you such miracles,
You who have been handling straws.
Soon you're deafened by the decibels.
Then you're swallowed by the applause.
Give'em, take'em, paint a face and I
Live'em, make'em, make'em laugh and cry.
I am waiting here, your memory still holds,
I am waiting here, but I'm growing so cold.
Take what you need,
Give the rest back,
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water,
He was a friend, till they stole him back,
Hope they get, hope he had, what they're after.
Take what you need.
Give the rest back,
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water,
He was a friend, till they stole him back,
Now he plays all his days with the master.
All the nameless, motherless, helpless,
Crouching figures in the park,
Warm to songs that sing of freedom,
Then with loneliness they dance.
Long ago there was a friendship,
Now there's wreckage on some greek beach,
Down at the gate they still remember,
It's in the diaries they keep.
Take what you need,
Give the rest back,
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water,
He was a friend, till they stole him back,
Hope they get, hope he had, what they're after.
Take what you need.
Give the rest back,
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water,
He was a friend, till they stole him back,
Now he plays all his days with the master.
Theme for Michelle.
(J. Povey)
Instrumental.
Videos:
Under the Volcano.
I'm Keeping.
Under the Volcano.
(P. May, P. Tolson)
Flew into existence, just a sweet bird of youth.
Hugged my friends on the pavement,
Hid my dreams on the roof.
Wrapped in a blanket from the national health.
It isn't money but then what is wealth?
My dad he left me back in '56,
The moon got tilted and the sadness was mixed.
My mother loved me, but she couldn't do much,
She brought her kids up in a rabbit hutch.
Well it feels all right,
Wish it felt good every night.
Chuck Berry riffing drove me into my teens,
The way I swaggered it was pure James Dean.
In Indo China things were getting hot,
I found the answer on a used car lot.
The sun gets murdered as we hold back the night,
The road's a river, but it feels alright.
Route signals flashing and the border's gone,
I'm rolling southward to a Maggie Bell song.
My Song.
(P. May)
As I sit at my piano
Waiting for something to form in my head,
Bits and pieces, just like a jigsaw,
What if that jigsaw saw something up ahead.
Up ahead just waiting for me,
Gonna track it down it won't take long,
And in just an hour or two
It'll be wrapped up and I'll give it to you.
My song, and I will give it to you.
My song.
Up ahead just waiting for me,
Gonna track it down it won't take long,
And in just an hour or two
It'll be wrapped up and I'll give it to you.
My song, and I will give it to you.
My song.
Sad Eye.
(P. Tolson)
Well if you ever baby,
Feel like changing your mind,
Don't think twice just take it easy,
Anything you do will please me.
Just as long as you see me.
And if you ever baby,
Feel like starting again,
All you gotta do is phone me,
There is nothing you need show me.
Just as long as you know me.
Well I knocked on every door,
Looked on every sea and shore.
Just to find that you had left me.
You were a special one,
Like the setting of the sun,
Now it's too late to help me.
Remember That Boy.
(P. May)
Like a breathless summer evening,
When the silence simply roars,
You're so attached to what you're holding now,
But can you prove it yours?
You're the saviour of the drowning moon,
The bringer of the luck,
You're a concrete case for open space,
Who swears the cities suck.
You're the keeper of stars
Shining their cars
Applauding with the one hand you've got free.
You're amazingly graced,
Doesn't show on your face.
You're lysergically removed from what you were.
Asleep with the past
You're engaged to a dream,
You're a sepia creature
On the yesterday screen.
Like a forest in the winter,
When all life has gone to ground.
Holding wordless conversations,
You're slaughtered by the sound.
Like a river of forgotten dreams,
You lie strangled in the reeds.
Your sack is full of wild oats,
Why don't you sow come seeds?
The seconds drip, minutes click,
Set the trap, turn the lock,
Turn your back.
Moon dissolves, sun explodes
In the sky, it's getting dark
Very dark, wonder why.
Knelt before, piece of cheese
On your knees, you always were
Hard to please, hard to please.
Hidden in, liquid clear
Swims the fear, tomorrows child
Doesn't see, doesn't hear.
It Isn't Rock 'n' Roll.
(J. Povey)
Can you hear the heat,
It's getting to my feet,
Starts to ring a bell that tells me
When to get up,
Starts to move, it ain't my groove.
There's only one thing that I
Really could be sure about.
You know it isn't rock 'n' roll
It's getting to my soul,
Starts to ring a bell that tells me
When to get up,
Starts to move, it ain't my groove,
There's only one thing that I
Really could he sure about.
You know it isn't rock 'n' roll
I'm Keeping.
(P. May)
Well your daddy was a robber baron,
And he robbed so much it hurts,
Now he's lying in some alley,
And his mouth is filled with dirt.
Your mother played the actress,
Danced behind her rainbow fence,
In hotel room dark you watched her,
Working late to pay the rent.
Keeping bad company.
You were born to shake and shimmy
And you hitched it down the coast,
Now the one's you bring home hungry
Are the one's you love the most.
Keeping bad company.
It's Been So Long.
(P. May)
I went down to the muddy river
Where the blind fish do swim.
I saw the face on the drowning moon
And I nearly jumped in.
Sad sirens on the water
They call to me through the night.
They sing of you, their song is blue,
And so is the pain.
It 's been so long.
Oh Lord, won't you help me,
Now I'm in such distress,
My song is blue, and so are you,
That's why I'm in such a mess.
It 's been so long.
Out in the moonlight,
Beside Macadam highway,
You put out your thumb, Maggie Baby
You sure went a long way.
The neon angel passed you by,
He said old river seemed to sigh,
Separated, from you past,
We sometimes die.
It 's been so long.
Drowned Man.
(P. May, J. Povey)
Out in the street it's gently raining,
It's like dancing on glass.
You and your razor blade assistant,
Carved the lies right from the past.
But they offered you such miracles,
You who have been handling straws.
Soon you're deafened by the decibels.
Then you're swallowed by the applause.
Give'em, take'em, paint a face and I
Live'em, make'em, make'em laugh and cry.
I am waiting here, your memory still holds,
I am waiting here, but I'm growing so cold.
Take what you need,
Give the rest back,
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water,
He was a friend, till they stole him back,
Hope they get, hope he had, what they're after.
Take what you need.
Give the rest back,
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water,
He was a friend, till they stole him back,
Now he plays all his days with the master.
All the nameless, motherless, helpless,
Crouching figures in the park,
Warm to songs that sing of freedom,
Then with loneliness they dance.
Long ago there was a friendship,
Now there's wreckage on some greek beach,
Down at the gate they still remember,
It's in the diaries they keep.
Take what you need,
Give the rest back,
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water,
He was a friend, till they stole him back,
Hope they get, hope he had, what they're after.
Take what you need.
Give the rest back,
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water,
He was a friend, till they stole him back,
Now he plays all his days with the master.
Theme for Michelle.
(J. Povey)
Instrumental.
Videos:
Enlaces:
Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Savage_Eye
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario