Produceret af Nick Mason & Carla Bley Udgivet 1981
Produceret af Nick Mason & Carla Bley
Udgivet 1981
Denne plade er udgivet i Nick Masons navn, af den simple grund at hans navn er mere kendt end Carla Bleys navn. Carla Bely er en jazzmusiker og det er hende der har skrevete alle numrene.
Pladen burde hedde "Carla Bley's Fictitious Sports" da hun som sagt har skrevet
alle numrene, spiller keybord på alle numrene og har været med til at producere
pladen sammen med Mason.
Efter sigende er musikken eksperimenterende pop /
rock / jazz. På pladen medvirker blandt andet Carlas mand Mike Mantler og
Robert Wyatt.
Det kunne også tænkes at Mason ligesom Gilmour og Wright har
lavet denne plade i sit navn af skattetekniske årsager - men det ved jeg ikke.
Det er bare påfaldende at den er lavet i samme periode, hvor netop de to lavede
deres soloplader. Gilmour lavede David Gilmour i 1978
og Wrigt lavede Wet Dream også i 1978
Pladen er produceret i New York i oktober 1979 men blev først udgivet i 1981 - måske på grund af Mason arbejde med The Wall ?
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Can't Get my Motor to Start (Bley) [03:35]
Can't get my motor to start
Can't get my motor to start
Can't
get my motor to start
Can't get my motor to start
Can't you get it to
go?
Is your battery low?
No, I don't think so
Try pullin out on
the choke
Try lookin' under the hood
Try pullin out on the choke
Try
lookin' under the hood
Lookin under the hood
Never did any good
The
choke must be broke
Try beatin' down with your feet
looks like she's
startin' to crank
Let's take the gasoline out
Try puttin' beer in the
tank
Bring the beer over here
'Cause I need it to steer
Try
pullin out all the wires
Try stuffin' cheese in the cracks
Try
dynamitin' the tank
Smash all the glass with an ax
Do you have any
grease?
Pour it over the seats
What did you do to my car?
What
did you do to my car?
What did you do to my car?
What did you do to my
car?
Well we took it apart
But we can't make it start
We wanna
go for a ride
Let's push it over the hill
We wanna go for a ride
Let's push it over the hill
Better not get inside
'Cause she's
startin' to slide
Well I used to think this talk of spaceships
Was just so much hype
I really believed there was nothing out there
Except the Stars and the
Stripes
I mean the scientists said they found out that
There was nothing
there on Mars
So as far as I was concerned it was just
The name of a
candy bar
I'm one of those kind of people
Who need proof before they
believe
Close Encounters left me cold
And Star Trek seemed naive
When it came to UFO's
I was of the scientific school
Little green
men with pointed heads
Were for little kids and fools
But I was
wrong
I was wrong
I was real wrong
I was wrong
All along
I
was so wrong
The people who believed that stuff
Were always kind of
odd
I mean you might as well go all the way
And believe in Jesus and God
I knew I had the kind of mind
That wasn't easily satisfied
And
besides I had enough problems on earth
To keep me occupied
And then
one night I was standing
Looking at the stars
And I heard something that
sounded like
A hundred space guitars
The music was so weird it could
have
been the theme from Jaws
Then I saw something flying over my head
I thought it was Santa Claus
But I was wrong
I was wrong
I
was real wrong
I was wrong
All along
I was so wrong
Here's another song about a place near Hong Kong
They got
lots of opium and Lapsang Southong
Siam, Siam
All the fancy
pussycats come from this area
Also got a lot of animals that scare ya
Siam, Siam
Python legs are poached in slimy toad saliva
After
eating that I'm lucky I'm aliva
I am, yes I am
Ask the King if you
can stay to sample cuisine
Maybe he will even let you dine with the Queen
Siam, Siam
Nicest little place i live in since Budapest
If you
think that I'm in love, you're right, I
confess
I am, I am, yes I am,
with Siam
I am, I am, yes I am, with Siam
Do you long to cavort?
Here's a new water sport
That you
ought to try
It's a Fahrenheit dream
Hot and covered with steam
You
won't be bored
Do you want to get wet?
Are you starting to sweat?
Slip over the side
Now we're caught in a swell
Here's where Heaven
and Hell
Start to collide
It's slippery and slimy
Reach over
here and tie me
I'm so warm I can hardly move
Mother never told me
I'd need someone to hold me
But where I'm from the rivers are all cold
It's a fisherman's dream
Dinner's already steamed
And ready to
eat
When you feel your resolve
Is about to dissolve
Then stop for a
treat
In a river of steam
Nothing seems too obscene
So let down your
hair
While you drift through a trough
Slip your bathing suit off
And
really get clean
You can do your laundry
While your thoughts are
wandering
And you watch the passing swimmer's poach
You don't need no
Sterno
In Dante's Inferno
It's thermohydriatically controlled
You
can't stay in too long
'Cause the heat is too strong
You're starting to
slide
Grab ahold of the rope
Throw your soap in the boat
Climb over the
side
We can come back for more
When we start to get bored
There's
nothing as wild
As a Hot River swim
On the volcanic rim
Just when we was startin' to play
Someone yelled out take 'em away
Then we heard 'em startin' to boo
What did you do? What did you do?
I reacted intelligently
Here's my method, try it and see
When
somebody's runnin' you down
You got to turn it around, turn it around
So when they boo at me you know what I do?
I tell 'em boo to you
too, boo to you too
Boo to you too, boo to you too
I don't take it
personally
When somebody's booin' at me
Makes no difference if the music
is fine
I never pay it no mind, pay it no mind
When you're tryin'
something that's new
You'll have people booin' at you
When we hear 'em
startin' to boo
What do we do? What do we do?
Well when they boo at
us you know what we do?
We tell 'em boo to you too, boo to you too
Boo
to you too, boo to you too
Keep your chin up, play what you feel
Music's always grand if it's real
Even if they're cruel to you
You
got to do what you do, do what you do
When they're ready to tear you apart
Use your noodle and try to be smart
Don't just stand there takin' abuse
You got to put it to use, put it to use
You make 'em boo on cue,
they say boo
And you say boo to you too
Boo to you too, boo to you too
You make 'em boo on cue, they say boo
And you say boo to you too
Boo to you too, boo to you too
Boo to you too, boo to you too
Boo to you too, boo to you too
I try
God knows I try
It seems very clear to me, that I try
But it's
not clear to you, that I do
You don't know what I mean, do ya?
You don't
know what I mean
I mean
I mean I try
God knows that I mean to try
I mean it seems so very clear to me, that I'm
trying
But it's not clear
to you, what I'm trying to do
You don't know what I mean, do ya?
You don't
know what I mean
You're not trying
God knows you probably mean to try
I mean sometimes it even seems clear to me
I mean sometimes it even seems
clear to me that
you're trying to try
Is that clear? Do you know what I mean,
what
I'm trying to say
You don't know what I mean, do ya?
You don't know
what I mean
God knows I try
Wervin', we're Wervin'
Do you need a doctor?
Swervin' and curvin'
Are you
pocket trained?
Do you like to Werve?
Do you have the nerve?
Do you need
a doctor
when you start to swerve?
Are you pocket trained
Goin' 'round a
curve?
Can you Werve?
Wervin', we're Wervin'
Do you save the coupons?
Swervin' and curvin'
Can I borrow your suit?
Can you Werve like a bird
Or do you find it absurd?
Did you come prepurd?
Can I borrow your suit?
Do you find it unnervin'
Or pleasantly disturbin'
Can you Werve?
Wervin', we're Wervin'
Do you have your 'chute?
Swervin' and curvin'
Does your mother know?
Do you worry when you Werve?
Are you scared when
you swerve?
Do you get what you deserve
When you go around a curve?
I can
see your house
Have you lost your nerve?
Can you Werve?
Werve
Werve
Werve
I'm a Mineralist (Bley) [06:14]
Here's a shocking revelation for you voyeurs
Such a heinous deviation, these
are no clues
I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist
Just the thought of
ironing gives me spasms of lust
I creep up to old wrecked cars and lick off the
rust
I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist
Mother used to try to metal in
my affairs
Keep your nose up off that grindstone, people
will stare
Get
the lead out of your pants and change your
underwear
I've been stealing
baby bottles since I was born
I'll go blind from balling bearings, doctors have
warned
I like making out with steel-rimmed glasses
more than horned
Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream
Phillip Glass is a Mineralist
to the extreme
I like tickling ivories and fingering stones
When my
mercury goes up I play with my bone
Peole take for granite my perversion is
wrong
I'm not harming anyone by beating my gong
I'm a Mineralist, I'm a
Mineralist
I'll make love to minerals as long as I can
And in fifty
years I'll be a jaded old man
I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist
I'm a
Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist
