Soundtrack fra filmen "La Vallee," af Barbet SchroderProduceret af Pink Floyd
Udgivet 1972
Optaget på Chateau d'Herouville, Paris 23 - 29 februar 1972
Cover Design af Hipgnosis
Soundtrack fra filmen "La Vallee," af Barbet Schroder
Produceret af
Pink Floyd
Udgivet 1972
Optaget på Chateau d'Herouville, Paris
23 - 29 februar 1972
Cover Design af Hipgnosis
"La Valle" (1972): (Også kaldet The Valley Obscured By
Clouds)
En dame vil have fat i nogle sjældne fuglefjer og tager på en ekspedition
med nogle fyre op på et bjerg. De er ude at lede efter et sted der ikke
tidligere er blevet tegnet ind på noget kort (Det er fordi området er dækket
af skyer - Obscured by Clouds) et sted kaldet dalen - La Vallee. Damen får sine
sjældne fuglefjer og beslutter sig for at tage tilbage alene, men ombestemmer
sig og fortsætter sammen med de andre i eftersøgningen af denne dal. Efter
meget omvandring løber de tør for mad og luften bliver tyndere - de er udmattede.
Så er der en der siger : "Jeg kan se dalen" og så er filmen slut.
Lyder det spændende ? Så kan filmen stadig fåes på vhs og nu også på DVD.
Igen et bestilt arbejde fra ham der Schröder (Som også hyrede Floyd til at lave
musik til More).
Igen er der ingen numre fra denne plade valgt til "Echoes" hvilket jeg
igen ser som et tegn på at Floyd ikke selv mener at denne plade har den højeste
musikalske kvalitet. Om man kan lide pladen eller ej, må man erkende at man
ikke finde de enorme successer her. Der er dog en del behagelig musik og man
mærker klart at det ikke er ligeså eksperimenterende som de tre foregående
albums.
Og alligevel kunne man på David Gilmours turnee i 2006 opleve nummeret "Wots... uh the Deal" blive fremført live i Royal Albert Hall. Idag kan vi derfor høre det på hans DVD "remember That Night"
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Obscured by Clouds (Waters, Gilmour) [3:04]
(Instrumental)
When You're In (Waters, Gilmour, Mason, Wright) [2:30]
(Instrumental)
Burning Bridges (Wright, Waters) [3:29]
Bridges burning gladly
Merging with the shadows,
Flickering between
the lines.
Stolen moments floating softly on the air,
Borne on wings
of fire and climbing higher.
Ancient bonds are breaking,
Moving on
and changing sides.
Dreaming of a new day,
Cast aside the other way.
Magic visions stirring,
Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes.
The doorway stands ajar,
The walls that once were high.
Beyond
the gilded cage,
Beyond the reach of ties.
The moment is at hand.
She breaks the golden band.
The Gold it's in The... (Waters, Gilmour) [3:07]
Come on, my friends,
Let's make for the hills.
They say there's gold but
I'm looking for thrills.
You can get your hands on whatever we find,
Because I'm only coming along for the ride.
Well, you go your way,
I'll go mine.
I don't care if we get there on time.
Everybody's searching
for something, they say.
I'll get my kicks on the way.
Over the mountains,
across the seas
Who knows what will be waiting for me?
I could sail
forever to strange sounding names.
Faces of people and places don't change.
All I have to do is just close my eyes
To see the seagulls wheeling
on those far distant skies.
All I want to tell you, all I want to say
Is count me in on the journey.
Don't expect me to stay.
Wots...uh the Deal (Waters, Gilmour) [5:07]
Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
Cause
I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show
where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill
wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Flash the
readies
Wot's...uh the deal?
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep
up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home you're on your
own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause
there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will
never stir again
Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it
with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
Hear me
shout "Come on in,
What's the news and where you been?"
Cause there's
no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old
Mudmen (Wright, Gilmour) [4:20]
(Instrumental)
Childhood's End (Gilmour) [4:31]
You shout in your sleep.
Perhaps the price is just too steep.
Is your
conscience at rest
If once put to the test?
You awake with a start
To just the beating of your heart.
Just one man beneath the sky,
Just
two ears, just two eyes.
You set sail across the sea
Of long past
thoughts and memories.
Childhood's end, your fantasies
Merge with harsh
realities.
And then as the sail is hoist,
You find your eyes are growing
moist.
All the fears never voiced
Say you have to make your final
choice.
Who are you and who am I
To say we know the reason why?
Some are born; some men die
Beneath one infinite sky.
There'll be war,
there'll be peace.
But everything one day will cease.
All the iron
turned to rust;
All the proud men turned to dust.
And so all things,
time will mend.
So this song will end.
The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
And talk to yourself as you die.
Life is a short, warm moment
And death is a long cold rest.
You
get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
Eighty years, with luck,
or even less.
So all aboard for the American tour,
And maybe you'll
make it to the top.
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know
You may find it hard to get off.
You are the angel of death
And
I am the dead man's son.
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
And everyone is still in the run.
And who is the master of fox hounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the
courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?
The memories of a man in
his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
You shuffle in gloom
in the sickroom
And talk to yourself till you die.
Stay and help me to end the day.
And of you don't mind,
We'll break a
bottle of wine.
Stick around and maybe we'll put one down,
Because I
wanna find what lies behind those eyes.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A
yellow moon is growing cold.
I rise, looking through my morning eyes,
Surprised to find you by my side.
Rack my brain to try to remember your
name
To find the words to tell you good-bye.
Morning dues.
Newborn
day.
Midnight blue turned to gray.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A
yellow moon is growing cold.
"Alternativ" stavemåde : obscurred by clouds
