The Residents - Intermission
Жанр: Avantgarde, Experimental
Год выпуска: 1982
Лейбл: Ralph Records, RZ 8252
Страна-производитель: USA
Аудио кодек: FLAC
Тип рипа: sides+.cue
Формат записи: 24/96
Формат раздачи: 24/96
Продолжительность: 25:23
Треклист:
A1 Light's Out (Prelude) [5:58]
A2 Shorty's Lament (Intermission) [6:50]
B1 The Moles are Coming (Intermission) [2:58]
B2 Would We Be Alive? (Intermission) [5:13]
B3 The New Hymn (Recessional) [4:24]
THE RESIDENTS
with guests:
A. Stocking
J. Sartain
J. Cashel
Источник оцифровки: выполнена автором раздачи
Код класса состояния винила: Excellent
Устройство воспроизведения: Micro Seiki DD7
Головка звукоснимателя: Denon-103 (MC)
Повышающий трансформатор: Denon AU-320
Предварительный усилитель: Audio-Technica ATPEQ20
АЦП: Tascam US-122mkII
Программа-оцифровщик: Audacity 2.0.3
Обработка: вручную удалил несколько щелчков, с мелочью не стал возиться
Liner Notes
Intermission collects the opening, closing, and intermission music from The Mole Show. This music was written especially for the touring performance, though it was played off of a tape rather than performed live. The three intermission numbers go between Migration and Another Land in the show. The other two tracks open and close the entire performance.
Lights Out
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Shorty's Lament
Once, there was a Willie, and he could see
That there was a Shorty, and he could see.
You could, you could tell that Shorty wouldn't always be short, so he said "Protect yourself, Shorty, protect yourself"
Once the fever finds your soul
Something else will take control
Something dark and from a bowl
something says to me
But it can be indiscreet
And you tend to overheat
O'er the taste of soft and sweet
something says to me
What can you do when something falls? Walls close from somewhere,close from nowhere, like eyes. Can't, can't think clearly, I can't think, but I can't think clearly. Believe maybe you can, maybe you can help me, Bill. No, Willie, Willie, can you, doggone it, can you, Bill? Can you, Will? Maybe Jay? No, no he's... bye Jay, bye.
I've got this light behind my eyes and, believe me, it tells me what, what to do, but I doubt it: it says that if you can't win then there's no way you can lose; if nature hates both a vacuum then the vacuum cleaner too. Then it laughs. I don't know what this means. What can I do? I don't know.
Love is, love is, love is, ahhhh
Love is, love is, love is, ahhhh
Love is, love is, love is, ahhhh
Love is expectation
Love is explanation
Love is exploitation, ahhh
Somebody's getting somebody happy...
Love is complication
Love is consummation
Love is concentration, ahhh
Oh, goddamn it, I can't...
Love is obligation
Love is insulation
Love is stimulation, ahhh
It's always "Have a good weekend"...
Love is ruination
Love is accusation
Love is navigation, ahhh
Is anybody, is anybody driving? Someone's gotta be, somebody driving? I can't drive, I'm not... is anybody driving? Somebody must be driving. Is anybody, is anybody driving? Is anybody driving at all?
(Thanks to Larry Brown for sending me these lyrics)
The Moles are coming
Moles are coming... Moles are coming... Moles are coming...Moles are coming...
Moles are coming... Moles are coming... Moles are coming...Moles are coming...
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
If we could see clearly
What we were beside
If there was no desperation
Would we be alive?
If there were no windows
That we sit inside
If there were no ugly feelings
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Would we be alive?
Help us... Help us... Help us... Ahhhh...
Help us... Help us... Help us... Ahhhh...
Help us... Help us... Help us... Ahhhh...
Help us... Help us... Help us... Ahhhh...
Would you make me helpless
Something I can be
Longing for the sight of something
That I cannot see?
I be helpless on the ocean
Looking from the sea
Looking in the drifting wind
I wish that I could be
Floating near a liquid
Nice and thick and warm
Floating where there is no pleasure
And there is no harm
Life would be so pleasant
If we all could be
Helpless hopeless creatures
Just marching to the sea.
Help us... Help us... Help us... Please...
Help us... Help us... Help us... Please...
Help us... Help us... Help us... Please...
Help us... Help us... Help us... Please...
The New Hymn
Let our children live in a holey land...
We have left our lives, we have left our land,
We have left behind all we understand,
Now we must cry out, yes we must demand --
Let our children live in a land that's low,
Where the holes are deeper than light can go;
Let them not have pride but instead a soul
That can see the shame of the hands that glow.