Jethro Tull en Córdoba, 14 Julio 2012

Festival de la Guitarra de Córdoba

Jethro Tull’s Ian Anderson

Plays Thick as a brick 1&2

Axerquía Teatro

Sábado 14 de Julio 2012

23:30h

Zero 7 Destiny (CD: Simple Things)

Zero 7 está formado por Henry Binns y Sam Hardaker, amigos desde su adolescencia y ambos, ingenieros de sonido. En 1999 formaron este grupo que lleva el nombre de un club nocturno de Honduras.

En 2001 lanzaron éste su primer disco,  Simple Things,

En este álbum participan Mozez, Sia Furler y Sophie Barker como vocalistas.

Relajante. Interesante seguir su trayectoria y la de Sia Furler, cantante en este tema Destiny.

Destiny

I lie awake

i've gone to ground

i'm watching porn, 

in my hotel dressing gown

and now i, dream of you

but i still believe 

there's only enough for one

in this lonely hotel suite.

The journey's long, and i feel so bad.

i'm thinking back to the last day we had

old moon fades in to the new

soon i know i'll be back with you

i'm nearly with you, i'm nearly with you.

Chorus:

when i'm weak, i draw strength from you

& whe you're lost i know how to change your mood

& when i'm down you breathe life over me

even though we're miles apart, we are eachother's 

destiny

On a clear day, i'll fly home to you

i'm bending time getting back to you

old moon fades into the new

soon i knwo i'll be back with you

i'm nearly with you, i'm nearly with you.

Chorus repeat 2x

I'll fly, i'll fly home, i'll fly home, & i'll fly

Traffic: John Barleycorn must die (CD: John Barleycorn Must Die)

Este mítico grupo de rock ( 1967, Birmingham, Inglaterra) estaba  liderado  por Steve Winwood, con Jim Capaldi, Chris Wood y Dave Mason. Esta canción pertenece al álbum del mismo título.

En este álbum ya no estaba Dave Manson, si estaba Ric Grech.

 "John Barleycorn must die",  fue editado en el sello Island en 1970 y ha sido su álbum de más éxito.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Op_Q8P9ocWc

"John Barleycorn must die"


There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die.


They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in,
Threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead.


They've let him lie for a very long time,
‘Till the rains from heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head,
And so amazed them all.


They've let him stand ‘till midsummer's day,
‘Till he looked both pale and wan,
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard,
And so become a man.


They've hired men with the scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at the knee,
They've rolled him and tied him by the way,
Serving him most barbarously.


They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks,
Who pricked him to the heart,
And the loader he has served him worse than that,
For he's bound him to the cart


They've wheeled him around and around the field,
‘Till they came unto a barn,
And there they made a solemn oath,
On poor John Barleycorn.


They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks,
To cut him skin from bone,
And the miller he has served him worse than that,
For he's ground him between two stones.


And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl,
And he's brandy in the glass;
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl,
Proved the strongest man at last.


The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox,
Nor so loudly to blow his horn,
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot,
Without a little Barleycorn

ROBERT CRAY: Moan (Some Rainy Morning)

Robert Cray es un blues man que canta con el corazón y eso se nota. Este "Moan" perteneciente al disco titulado Some Rainy Morning, es un grito de dolor por la pérdida del ser amado.



www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UH6sc_NaWs

I Gotta moan
I don't feel so good this morning
Ohhh
My baby's been gone a long time

Why did you have to go?
Why did you have to leave?
Ewww
Can't stand being alone

I All I do is cry
And moan

I remember you used to love me in the morning
Ohh, you used to
Bring my coffee to my bed

I remember when you used to squeeze me
And rub my little achin' head
Squeeze me tight (?)

All I do
Is cry
And moan

I remember the good ole days
I never dreamed that there was a price to pay
Tried, tried, ohhh (??)

If I had just one more day
Maybe there's a chance that I could have made her stay
But now you're gone, and ohhhh

(Guitar solo)

I remember the good ole days
I never dreamed that there was a price to pay
Tried, tried, sooo (??)

If I had just one more day
Maybe there's a chance that I could have made her stay
But, oh, now you're gone, and ohhhh

All I do is weep and moan
Hey!

I don't feel so good this morning
Why did you have to go away?
Why did you have to leave?
Ewww, can't stand being alone

I All I do is cry
And moan

Hey, I
All I do is cry
And moan

Hey, I
All I do is cry
And moan

I remember when
Oh

I remember when
Hey
I don't feel so good this morning

Ewwwwwwww!!

JETHRO TULL; Thick as a brick (CD: Thick as a brick)

Thick as a Brick (duro como un ladrillo) álbum de la banda Jethro Tull en lanzado en 1972,^[]
Se trata de una única canción dividida en dos partes (una para cada del vinilo) y con el viento como nexo de unión entre ambas,
Las cubiertas y el interior del disco de vinilo fueron diseñados imitando un diario de un pequeño pueblo, el St. Cleve Chronicle, en el cual se incluye la letra de la canción y diversas noticias y pasatiempos típicos de un diario.
El estilo de la obra podría calificarse de "sinfónico", con una  estructura musical de varios temas que emergen progresivamente. Usan una gran cantidad de instrumentos, predominando los sintetizadores.

La formación era: Ian Anderson , Martin Barre,John Evan, Jeffrey Hammond-Hammond y Barriemore Barlow.

Cuantos momentos se vienen a la mente al escuchar este disco.

Imprescindible en tu discoteca.

Thick as a brick

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My word's but a whisper,
your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel
but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter,
your love's in the sink

So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.

And the sand-castle virtues
are all swept away
in the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat
rings the close of play
as the last wave uncovers
the new-fangled way.

But your new shoes are worn at the heels
and your suntan does rapidly peel
and your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today
and you shake your head and say that's a shame.

Spin me back down the years
and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains
and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages:
let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born
and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders,
and he pees himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him to play Monopoly
and how to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter
casting shadows on the water
as the sun plays on the infantry
returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker:
no allowance for the other
as the failing light illuminates
the mercenary's creed.

The home fire burning:
the kettle almost boiling
but the master of the house
is far away.
The horses stamping,
their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning
of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen
while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family
is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea,
he dares the tardy tide
to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing
at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water
moves onward to the sea.
The builder of the castles
renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl
whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household
have all gone into service
and are not to be expected
for a year.
The innocent young master
thoughts moving ever faster
has formed the plan to change the man
he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen
while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family
is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea,
he challenges the son
who puts him to the run.

What do you do when the old man's gone,
do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you 'way off-beam.

LATER.

I've come down from the upper class
to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power
whom everyone obeyed.

So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight
just like I did with my old man
twenty years too late.

Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure
that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun
as you smile at everyone,
you meet the stares.
You're unaware
that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly
as you tell us
what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see
where we should run?

I see you shuffle in the courtroom
With your rings upon your fingers
And your downy little sidies
And your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case,
you follow the example
of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages
of your comic-books, your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one
and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down
And they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser world
of bigger motor cars.

So! where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.

See there! A man is born
and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders
with the discovery of his disease.
We'll take the child from him,
put it to the test
teach it to be a wise man,
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE

We will be geared to the average
rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility.
We walked through the maternity ward
and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
Cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER

In the clear white circles
of morning wonder,
I take my place
with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers
stand slightly
discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching,
they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarmies
at the office canteen.
Saying - how's your granny?
And good old Ernie:
he coughed up a tenner
on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn)
lie cradled in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made
are ground beneath the sadist's fall.

The poet and the wise man
stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day!

The Dawn Creation of the Kings
has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden)
brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?

The fading hero has returned
to the night
and fully pregnant with the day
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life
of your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie
in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty:
the gutters run red while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men
who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.

Let me help you pick up your dead
as the sins of the father are fed
with the blood of the fools
and the thoughts of the wise
and from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song
as the wise man breaks wind and is gone
while the fool with the hour-glass
is cooking his goose
and the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men
who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning
casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be the fool
stood in his suit of armour
or the wiser man who rushes clear.

So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages
of your comic-books, your super-crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

So! Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE

So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick

CARMEL: Circles (CD: Set Me Freee)

 

Esta cantante inglesa nunca estuvo en las listas de superventas a pesar de tener una gran calidad.Fiel a su grupo formado por Jim Parris y Gerry Darvis, ha coqueteado con el jazz, blues y soul.

Carmel es una cantante sobria, íntima y en esta canción, para mí la mejor de su repertorio, lo demuestra.

George Michael: Brother can you spare a dime? (CD: Songs from the last century)

“Brother (o Buddy) can you spare a dime?”, es una bonita canción, que forma parte de las canciones compuestas en la época de la Gran Depresión iniciada en el año1929.

Interpretada con el sentimiento habitual en las baladas de George Michael. Ha sido objeto de muchas versiones. Desde artistas de jazz como Ike Quebec, Dave Brubeck o Abbey Lincoln, hasta artistas del pop como Tom Jones o Barbara Streisand, pasando por el incalificable genio de Tom Waits  

Brother can you spare a dime?

Once I built a railroad, made it run
Made it race against time
Once I built a rairoad, now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?
Once I built a tower to the sun
Brick and rivet and lime
Once I built a tower, now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?

Once in khaki suits
Gee, we looked swell
Full of that yankee Doodle De Dum
Half a million boots went slogging through hell
I was the kid with the drum
Say don't you remember, they called me Al
It was Al all the time
Say don't you remember, I'm your pal!
Buddy can you spare a dime?

Once I built a railroad, made it run
Made it race against time
Once I built a rairoad, now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?
Once I built a tower to the sun
Brick and rivet and lime
Once I built a tower, now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?

Once in khaki suits
Gee, we looked swell
Full of that yankee Doodle De Dum
Half a million boots went slogging through hell
I was the kid with the drum
Say don't you remember, they called me Al
It was Al all the time
Say don't you remember, I'm your pal!Buddy can you spare a dime?

TOM WAITS: Blue Valentines (CD: Blue Valentine)

Precioso tema melancólico nos trae a la memoria esas noches en solitario, marcadas por el alcohol.
De alguna forma es un previo a la banda sonora que Waits hizo para la película Corazonada.
Waits volverá a este blog en más de una ocasión.

Blue Valentines

She sends me blue valentines
all the way from philadelphia
to mark the anniversary
of someone that I used to be
and it feels just like there's
a warrant out for my arrest
got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror
and I'm always on the run
thats why I change my name
and I didn't think you'd ever find me here

to send me blue valentines
like half forgotten dreams
like a pebble in my shoe
as I walk these streets
and the ghost of your memory
is the thistle in the kiss
and the burgler that that can break a roses neck
it's the tattooed broken promise
that I hide beneath my sleeve
and I see you every time I turn my back

she sends me blue valentines
though I try to remain at large
they're insisting that our love
must have a culogy
why do I save all of this madness
in the nightstand drawer
there to haunt upon my shoulders
baby I know
I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
with a blind and broken heart
that sleeps beneath my lapel

she sends me blue valentines
to remind me of my cardinal sin
I can never wash the guilt
or get these bloodstains off my hands
and it takes a lot of whiskey
to make these nightmares go away
and I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite
and I die a little more on each st. valentine day
remember that I promised I would
write you...
these blue valentines
blue valentines
blue valentines

MASSIVE ATTACK: Unfinished Sympathy (CD: Blue lines)

Interesante grupo de trip-hop. En esta ocasión colaboró con ellos la cantante inglesa Shara Nelson. Cuando se publicó este CD, fue un fracaso comercial. Este tema, Unfinished Sympathy es cautivador y envolvente.

Unfinished Sympathy

I know that I've imagined love before

And how it could be with you

Really hurt me baby, really cut me baby

How can you have a day without a night

You're the book that I have opened

And now I've got to know much more

The curiousness of your potential kiss

Has got my mind and body aching

Really hurt me baby, really cut me baby

How can you have a day without a night

You're the book that I have opened

And now I've got to know much more

Like a soul without a mind

And a body without a heart

I'm missing every part

Hey, hey, hey

I, I, I, I

NATALIE MERCHANT: Carnival (CD: Tigerlily)

Me gusta esta cantante,  compositora de  gran parte de sus éxitos. Este tema, Carnival , es algo especial. Su sonoridad, su ritmo percusivo, la guitarra y el órgano de fondo y sobre todos, la voz cautivadora de Natalie, doblada en ocasiones, produce un ambiente  melancólico y lleno de esperanza.
Si tenéis oportunidad, ver alguna de sus actuaciones en video.

Carnival

Well, I've walked these streets
A virtual stage, it seemed to me
Makeup on their faces
Actors took their places next to me
Well, I've walked these streets
In a carnival, of sights to see
All the cheap thrill seekers vendors and the dealers
They crowded around me
Have I been blind have I been lost
Inside myself and my own mind
Hypnotized, mesmerized by what my eyes have seen?
Well, I've walked these streets
In a spectacle of wealth and poverty
In the diamond markets the scarlet welcome carpet
That they just rolled out for me
And I've walked these streets
In the madhouse asylum they can be
Where a wild-eyed misfit prophet
On a traffic island stopped and he raved of saving me
(rpt 1)
Have I been blind, have I been lost
Have I been blind, have I been mean
Have I been strong
Hypnotized, mesmerized by what my eyes have seen
In that great street carnival, in that carnival?