Luck And Strange - David Gilmour

Publicación: 6 de septiembre, 2024.

Productores: David Gilmour, Charlie Andrew.

Ingeniero de sonido: Matt Glasbey, Charlie Andrew, David Gilmour y Damon Iddins.

Ingeniería adicional: Andy Jackson, Luie Stylianou.

Estudios: Medina Studio, Salvation Studios, British Grove Studios, Angel Studios, Astoria Studio, Ely Cathedral, Iguana Studios; U.K.

Mezcla: David Gilmour, Charlie Andrew, Matt Glasbey.

En: Astoria Studio, U.K.

Grabador: Daniel Hayden (Angel Studios).

Ingenieros asistentes: Freddie Light, George Oulton.

Ingeniero asistente: Tom Coach (British Grove Studios).

Ingeniero asistente: Jake Stainer (Salvation Studios).

Masterizado: Dick Beetham.

En: 360 Mastering.

Discográfica: Sony Music Entertainment.

N° de catalogo: 19802804611.

Director artístico: Aubrey Powell.

Fotografía y diseño: Anton Corbin.

Diseño, maquetación de las ilustraciones: Steve Knee de Blade Design Ltd.

Tracks:

Lado 1.

01 Black Cat.

(Gilmour)   1:16

02 Luck and Strange.

(Gilmour, Samson)   6:54

03 The Piper's Call.

(Gilmour, Samson)   5:15

04 A Single Spark.

(Gilmour, Samson)   6:02

05 Vita Brevis.

(Gilmour)   0:46

06 Between Two Points (with Romany Gilmour).

(Mark Tranmer, Roger Quigley)   5:46

Lado 2.

01 Dark and Velvet Nights.

(Gilmour, Samson)   4:41

02 Sings.

(Gilmour, Samson)   5:15

03 Scattered.

(Gilmour, Samson, Charlie Gilmour)   7:26

Tiempo total: 43:21 minutos.

Vinyl Long Play - Edición Europa:

Discográfica: Sony Music Entertainment.

N° de catalogo: 19802804611.

Portada.

Contraportada.

Interior carpeta.

Etiqueta lado 1.

Etiqueta lado 2.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Booklet.

David Gilmour:

Voz, guitarra.

Músicos:

Richard Wright: Teclados.

Guy Pratt: Bajo.

Tom Herbert: Bajo.

Steve Di Stanislao: Batería.

Adam Betts: Batería.

Steve Gadd: Batería.

Rob Gentry: Teclados.

Roger Eno: Teclados.

Romany Gilmour: Arpa, voz.

Gabriel Gilmour: Coros.

Will Gardner: Arreglos corales y de cuerda.

Letras:

Black Cat.

(Gilmour)

Instrumental.

Luck And Strange.

(D. Gilmour/P. Samson)

In the light before the dawn

Shadows snake in my peripheral

Mesmerise me, bring it on

Heart beats with fear here in the theatre of my soul.

You see, I hope it will go on and on

And when the curtain call is done

Morning always comes.

It was a fine time to be born

De-mob happy street and free milk for us all

It was the right place to be sure

Those dreaming spires and, yeah, oh so pastoral.

But let's hope it's not just luck and strange

A one-off peaceful golden age

That's a dark thought in the dark.

Seek what you won't find, that is a wasted life

Or so the Ancients dropped by to tell me

They drank me dry but my oh my so far…

Quite the time to be a boy

Six-string masters of an expanding universe

It was a high time to be sure

Soaring and free from the bounds of the Earth.

 

But let's hope it's not just luck and strange

A one-off peaceful golden age

That's a dark thought in the dark.

Time for this mortal man to love the child that holds my hand

And the woman who smiles when I embrace her

These eyes stay dry but my oh my guitar...

The Piper's Call.

(D. Gilmour/P. Samson)

Take these binds everlasting

Can't undo that voodoo that you do

And the knots that we fasten

Will not work themselves loose.

Whatever it takes

Steer clear of the snakes

The road to hell is paved with gold they'll tell you

All the things that you don't need they'll sell you.

Your conscience uncontrolled

And beauty to behold

The promise of eternal youth

The spoils of fame, a carpe diem attitude.

The flames are high, the piper's call contagious

A fixer who will numb your pain, and strangeness.

The wheels are hot, the hangover outrageous

This dealer he will trade your soul for favours.

But you'll reap what you sow

As I found long ago

The promise of eternal youth

The spoils of lame, a carpe diem attitude.

A Single Spark.

(D. Gilmour/P. Samson)

These days of wild uncertain times I ask the empty skies

Who will keep things rolling, who to sing Hosannas to.

The temple calls but I can’t see what use my prayers will me

And will this world keep rolling with only good intentions.

Still, it fills the eye this line of stone

Incense, icons, coming on strong

Here comes splendour, hallowed air and is it wonder or.

Despair bends my knee

The day’s dying flame

Motes in its beam glitter and blaze

Say isn’t it true that it’s all through in a single spark

Between two eternities.

I’ll watch the moon, kick off my shoes, reach for my old guitar

Fed on milk and honeydew, what things can we undo.

Desire bends my knee

The dying embers flame

Hungry to believe, but just the same

Isn’t it true that it’s all through

In a single spark between two eternities.

Bittersweet the night’s embrace, I’m thankful and afraid

So prat to keep things rolling, I’ve only good intentions.

Vita Brevis.

(Gilmour)

Instrumental.

Between Two Points.

(Mark Tranmer, Roger Quigley)

Broke an early promise

Put trust in an unknown

Fell headlong into the arms

Of the first that stirred me.

Unsteadied a steady heart

And took me to a place I’ve never been

A place I’ve never been since.

Stopped hoping at an early age

Stopped guessing at an early age

Start accepting things from day one

And then things can’t go too wrong.

Just let them walk all over you

Laugh through the punches and the pain

Let the life-blood drain away from you

They’re right, you’re wrong.

And you can see it in the way they look at you

Feel it in the way they treat you

Always the last to know

Always the first to leave.

And when the sky begins to fall

The blame – all along in you – is yours

Wakes you with a fever at five

Your guardian angel gives up the ghost.

And you can see it in the way they look at you

Feel it in the way they treat you

Always the last to know

Always the first to leave.

Just let them walk all over you

Laugh through the punches and the pain

Let the life-blood drain away from you

They’re right, you’re wrong.

Dark and Velvet Nights.

(D. Gilmour/P. Samson)

I didn’t think that this could be

all that unto death do we

’til you managed the lock and magicked the key

after a night of hard drinking and ecstasy.

It’s softer than words that are spoken

Blackened on paper that’s shredded and torn

Or carved into stones lying shattered and broken

Branches beckoned along the wrong path

Winding up in the past.

And this dark and velvet night

That surrounds us

This dark and velvet night

I will wrap around us.

It’s softer than words that are spoken

Or painted as slogans and flung to the lions

Written on slips as the punters wait smoking

A leap of faith, the odds sky-high

Say goodbye to your place or mine.

Don’t like to make promises that I can’t keep

Don’t want to hurt this old heart or wreck my sleep

Thinking how will we part

Will I hold your hand or you be left holding mine?

Between this breath and then

There’s this airlock of time

This airlock of time.

And this dark and velvet night

That surrounds us

This dark and velvet night

I will wrap around us.

It’s softer than words that are spoken

In the towers of great cities that toppled and drowned

Engraved on gold rings or some other love token

No walls, no bells, to sanctify this dark and velvet night.

Sings.

(D. Gilmour/P. Samson)

Darling, turn back the clock

Give me time, make it stop

Let’s hold back the news

Stay inside this cocoon.

No doubting you

No doubting me

No doubt the mess we’re in.

Sail away in my dreams

Away on untroubled seas

From this worn-out world

That’s torn apart at the seams.

No doubting you

No doubting me

No doubt the mess we’re in.

Found a lifetime ago, down the Portobello Road

Lovers’ snapshots of delight, those rosy days of black and White.

Darling, don’t make the tea

Stay and snooze here with me

I’m not ready for news

Or to leavе this cocoon.

No doubting you

No doubting me

No doubt the mess wе’re in.

Seems a lifetime ago, power cuts that shut us down at night

And the faces in my mind, glowing amber in the candlelight.

And behind the kitchen shelves, something’s lost there and out of sight

Young love’s photographs, growing old in black and white.

Scattered.

(D. Gilmour/P. Samson/Ch. Gilmour)

Take my arm and walk with me

Once more down this dusty old path

The sunset cuts the hill in half

Our shadows stretch back to touch the night

The light’s fading, you say

But these darkening days

Flow like honey.

These days slowing down, a whole life in a glance

The clearest light shines in the darkness, shining on me

And we’re still doing this dance one step at a time

As the days slip by, as smooth as glass, the moments pass.

And all these precious things you gave

That I’ve been holding in my hands, these grains of sand

A man stands in a river, pushes against the stream

Time is a tide that disobeys it disobeys me.

These days slowing down, a whole life in a glance

The clearest light shines in the darkness, still shining on me

And we’re still doing this dance, the moon and the stars

As the days slip by, as smooth as glass, the moments pass

And all these precious things you gave

Falling through my hands,these worlds, this scattered sand

I stand in a river, push against the stream

Time is a tide that disobeys and it disobeys me

It never ends.

Otras ediciones incluidas en este sitio:

⚫ L.P U.S.A • Sony Music Entertainment • 19802804611.

💿 C.D E.U • Sony Music Entertainment • 19802804602.

💿 C.D U.S.A • Sony Music Entertainment • 19802804602.

💿 Blu-ray Audio E.U • Sony Music Entertainment • 19802804819.

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