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montycrusto said:
that sums up Alison Shaw's vocal style pretty well; "the helium tones of a small child". It sort of works with their heavy, grungy guitar noise - like a fairy in a tornado
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In the right mood it does work but I found it hard to listen through an album of that ;)
However I do like the idea of bands that really live in their own world, in aesthetic terms. You don't have to like all of what they do, just a different idea. Like a very different place to visit.
At about the same time there were these people. They surely lived in their own world... officially designated 'preraphaelite fruitcakes' ;)

And now if you feel there's too much sticky stuff in your ears
here's some Polly Jean to clean that out.

 
OK you two. Pp was home alone tonight and idled away some time between writing about journeys by submissives by looking through some old LPs and playing a few.

In that old collection Pp found, and played, this one. It sits rather out of place amongst the rest of my LPs even given the eclectic nature of my tastes way back then but memory says that it was bought by a then girlfriend and that, I suppose, fits this thread as it did bring about a little nostalgia and Pp might have been smoking the same tobacco as the little green man on the album cover at the time.
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Curved Air were what was prog rock to the early 70's. Electric guitars and violin. And this clip of the title track is, it says, from an Austrian television show.


And the lyrics:

I bet you sometimes wonder
What is standing right behind you
Keep looking over your shoulder to see if it's there
For some the church bell pealing
For some the risk of feeling and stealing
Quietly alone through the night looking under the bed

Don't ring for a taxi
Don't call a policeman
Don't send for a doctor he'll just give you pills
Don't hide in the cellar
Don't ever believe it
It's probably friendly, just alone like you

You run upstairs to lie there
Waiting for the floor to creak and
And something goes bumpity bumpity bump up the stairs
The time has come to wonder
Who the people all look up at
Home ??? but exploring the end of the bed

Don't ring for a taxi
Don't call a policeman
Don't send for a doctor he'll just give you pills
Don't hide in the cellar
You may not believe it
It's probably friendly, just alone like you

So if you get lonely
Just think of the summer
And swimming in sky blue, drift your mind away

So when next time comes
You feel you're being followed by a
Fool with a highly intelligent bear for a pet
Just turn and lead it by the hand
And lead it home and tell it
"Take it from me that you need all the friends you can get"

Don't ring for a taxi
Don't call a policeman
Don't send for a doctor he'll just give you pills
Don't hide in the cellar
You may not believe it
It's probably friendly, just alone like you

So if you get lonely
Just think of the summer
And swimming in sky blue, drift your mind away
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That's not a little green man. That's the Caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland. He's supposed to be blue, but some editions get the color wrong.
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And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice, when she was just small

"Feed your head, feed your head"
 
Naraku said:
That's not a little green man. That's the Caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland. He's supposed to be blue, but some editions get the color wrong.
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And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice, when she was just small

"Feed your head, feed your head"
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Yes Naraku. Thank you. And I am sure you can tell us all about Airconditioning and Air Conditioning too.

But the reason I played this when I found it last night and the reason I posted it here was for the nostalgia it brought forth through the memory of that girl, a verandah at Steelo's, some funny smelling leaf in a Tally-Ho paper (yes, despite their Australian appearance they were and are made in Belgium) and the way that she and I laughed at "the little green man". The nostalgia induced was delicious and that is, after all, what this thread is about isn't it? Nostalgia?
 
Naraku said:
And if you go chasing rabbits
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That's actually a good song.. though practically everything else by that band seems close to unlistenable to me...
Primus pilus said:
what this thread is about isn't it? Nostalgia?
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I guess so and thanks for breaking us out of the previous timeframe ;) Listened to a lot of early 1970s things today at the breakfast table starting from there...
In 1972 of course I was far too young to follow any of this ;) I do remember my parents playing a lot of Beatles albums and well, at that age, 'Obladi Oblada' will stick :D ... any music from that age I had to discover later...
Primus pilus said:
what was prog rock to the early 70's
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'Prog' is probably one of my blinder spots but one of the musicians I posted above, Happy Rhodes, is a great admirer of prog bands.
Here she is covering 'Yes'.

and here's something from those earlier days... 1968

And I will stroll the merry way, and jump the hedges first
And I will drink the clear clean water for to quench my thirst
And I shall watch the ferry-boats and they'll get high
On a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky
And I will never grow so old again
And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain
Oh sweet thing...

And I shall drive my chariot down your streets and cry
Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite and I don't know why
And you shall take me strongly in your arms again
And I will not remember that I ever felt the pain
We shall walk and talk in gardens all misty wet with rain
And I will never, never, never grow so old again

And I will raise my hand up into the night time sky
And count the stars that's shining in your eye
Just to dig it all and not to wonder, that's just fine
And I'll be satisfied not to read in between the lines
And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain
...
 
Stille Nacht! Heilige Nacht!
Alles schläft, einsam wacht
Nur das traute hoch heilige Paar.
"Holder Knab' im lockigen Haar,
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh',
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh!"

Stille Nacht! Heilige Nacht!
Hirten erst Kund gemacht.
Durch der Engel Hallelujah,
Tönt es laut von fern und nah:
"Christ, der Retter ist da,
Christ, der Retter ist da!"

Stille Nacht! Heilige Nacht!
Gottes Sohn, o, wie lacht
Lieb' aus deinem göttlichen Mund,
Da uns schlägt die rettende Stund',
Christ, in deiner Geburt,
Christ, in deiner Geburt!
 
Katell Keineg.
Hard to figure out what she exactly is ;) sometimes sorted as Irish, sometimes sings in Welsh, actually she was born in Brittany.
This one is originally from '97
...
I don't have the sophistication of witty monologue,
I don't have words that dazzle
flipping forward from my tongue.
But all in all I love you darling, is that enough?

Can you take it,
Undefined devotion,
Handed to you in the rough.

There you go now,
there you go down the boulevard, the avenues, the railtrack, the runway, the white lines

I turned, I don't know why I did it but I did it.
Now I must return
To the underworld.

I turned,
there you go now, swinging down the boulevard,
a miracle that's what you are...

 
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malins said:
Hard to figure out what she exactly is ;) sometimes sorted as Irish, sometimes sings in Welsh, actually she was born in Brittany.
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Born in Brittany of a French poet father and a Welsh independance activist mother but lives and works from Dublin. No wonder she is strangely sorted ;). And her lyrics are blogged about by theologians too.
Time to search in Sanity :D (a record store) for something of hers tomorrow.
 
Primus pilus said:
Born in Brittany of a French poet father and a Welsh independance activist mother but lives and works from Dublin. No wonder she is strangely sorted ;). And her lyrics are blogged about by theologians too.
Time to search in Sanity :D (a record store) for something of hers tomorrow.
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'Jet' is probably what to get. (Guys will maybe cringe at occasional feminist lyrics ;) but it's a good album)
She looked like 'the next big thing' sometime in the mid-90's but that never happened for her, probably because she's one of those artists who just honestly don't care how to work with the marketing and PR side of the business. There's an NYT article on her from about 10 years ago that gives a bit of a hint what kind of character she is. http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/02/magazine/02keineg.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0
 
The mad Madiosi has found a earwig.
A ten year old title, today first hear.
I think you must open the YouTube in a new tab.

Google Translating to English:

Here's a life beside me,
And if I did not stand up,
As a thief he cheated me,
I just let him go,
Now in the cauldron of tears fall,
What he ordered me,
He killed me almost,
My life got rid of me.
Ref.
Zemljo turn around,
Tugo start,
My dear let her mourn,
I owe it much to me,
Zemljo turn around,
Tugo start,
Let's go, let it go,
Let another wake up

Here's a life beside me,
There is no more standing,
As a thief he cheated me,
I'm still alive from anxiety
Now in the cauldron of tears fall,
What he ordered me,
He killed me almost,
My life got rid of me.
Ref.
Zemljo turn around,
Tugo start,
My dear let her mourn,
It owes me much,
Zemljo turn around,
Tugo start,
Let's go, let it go,
Let another wake up
 
Today, I decided to spam my favourite songs one per a day here. So just bear with me :p

Without a further ado, Here is my first post:


I miss those days when songs had such a beautiful vocal harmonization. It's one of the things that we somehow left behind when we passed the great 60s.

If anyone is interested, there is a bit of a backstory of the song came right from one of the members, Terry Kirkman:
...We used the same studio guys as everyone else in town because we were only given 40 days to do a whole album... in the case of windy....the tracks were arranged and put down on tape under Ray Pohlman's guidance, beginning at noon....with Clark Burroughs beginning vocal arrangement sketches as the tracks were being done....as larry and russ took a stab at the lead vocals the rest of tried simply getting the song into our conciousness'..... we had devoted absolutely NO time to this tune at all prior to those mid day moments... I still don't know the lyrics...never had to sing them ever... at the end of the tune ruthanne, judy henski, and everyone who was in the booth...including jim and clark's wives (both pro singers) are singing on the song...mostly in the tenor voice overdubs.... we were completly burned out....
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