Quanto è bello questo disco!
Anno 1969
C'è tutto qua dentro!
C'è il Bosch del "Trittico del giardino delle delizie", c'è Donovan e la musica classica e soprattutto ci sono Rod Evans alla voce, Ritchie Blackmore alla chitarra, Jon Lord all'organo, tastiere e voce, Nick Simper al basso e voce, Ian Paice alla batteria.
Tutto suona romantico, esotico, classico, nuovo!
"Chasing Shadow" con il suo incedere marziale di tamburi e campanacci e la voce di Rod Evans che ci guida a sfuggire da un incubo di ombre e giganti; l'autunnale "Blind"; la dolce "Lalena"; "Fault Line"e "The Painter"; "Why Didn't Rosemary?"; "The Bird Has Flown" e la splendida suite "April"!
Manca solo la consapevolezza, la coscienza che unendo il tutto nasceva il progressive ma l'idea c'era già e la Harvest non sbagliava.
Un capolavoro? No!
Un disco da avere? Assolutamente si e in bella mostra nella propria collezione!
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Chasing Shadows (05:35)
Chasing shadows, over my walls
With myself hardly sleeping
Dwarfs and giants, twenty feet tall
Fill the room with their creeping
Sounds of breathing sharpen my ears
Then they fade into nothing
Someone's laughter out in the street
Fills the night with their loving
I feel the ice in my head
Running its hands through my bed
Not even dreaming I seem to be dead
Colours of yellow and colours of red
All I'm asking some secret voice
Is to lead me to darkness
I'm so tired, dawn never comes
I just hide in the shadows
03 Lalena (05:06)
When the sun goes to bed
That's the time you raise your head
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame ya, Lalena
Arty tart, la de da
Can your heart get much sadder
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame ya, oh Lalena
Run your hands through your hair
Paint your face with despaire
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame ya, oh Lalena
When the sun goes to bed
That's the time you raise your head
That's your lot in life Lalena
I can't blame ya, oh Lalena
Arty tart, oh so la de da
Can your heart ever get much sadder
That's your lot in life Lalena
I can't blame ya, oh Lalena
Lalena, I can't blame ya Lalena
06 Bird Has Flown (05:37)
Oh the beggar on his cornerstone
Catches pity in his wrinkled hand
But the lover whose bird has flown
Catches nothing only grains of sand
All the children in the distant house
They have feelings only children know
But the lover whose bird has flown
Catches nothing only flakes of snow
The sensation is not new to you
It's something we all have known
You get it - it goes right through you
Yes it's something we all have known
And the bird it has flown
To a place on it's own
Somewhere all alone
Now the hermit in his lonely cave
Has himself to keep him company
But the lover whose bird has flown
He has heartaches same as you and me
The sensation's not new to you
It's something we all have known
You get it - it goes right through you
Yes it's something we all have known
And the bird it has flown
Now the hermit in his lonely cave
Has himself to keep him company
But the lover whose bird has flown
He has heartaches same as you and me
Oh it's started snowing
07 April (12:03)
April is a cruel time
Even though the sun may shine
And world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away
Still falls the April rain
And the valley's filled with pain
And you can't tell me quite why
As I look up to the grey sky
Where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know
Baby once in a while I'll forget and I'll smile
But then the feeling comes again of an April without end
Of an April lonely as a girl
In the dark of my mind I can see all too fine
But there is nothing to be done when I just can't feel the sun
And the springtime's the season of the night
Grey sky where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know
I don't know
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"I primi tre dischi dei Deep Purple sono infatti lavori mediocri: composizioni poco esaltanti, produzione pessima, suoni brutti."
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