Van Der Graaf Generator – Pawn Hearts [Full Album]
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I've listened to hundreds of bands from dozens upon dozens of genres, I can tell you right now that VdGG is the one band that gives the most rewarding feeling once you truly figure them out.
I was exposed to this album when it first came out on an underground FM Station , I was 12 or 13.The next morning I went to my local Record Shop and Ordered ! I still have that first pressing and it still gets played so 50 years later.
I Love "Pawn Hearts" original album , (no Theme One)
Fripp in guitar, Before KC. Huh huh!
Lemmings.
I stood alone upon the highest cliff-top
Looked down, around, and all that I could see
Were those that I would dearly love to share with
Crashing on quite blindly to the sea
I tried to ask what game this was
But knew I would not play it
The voice, as one, as no-one, came to me
We have looked upon the heroes
And they are found wanting
We have looked hard across the land
But we can see no dawn
We have now dared to sear the sky
But we are still bleeding
We are drawing near to the cliffs
Now we can hear the call
The clouds are piled in mountain-shapes
There is no escape except to go forward
Don't ask us for an answer now
It's far too late to bow to that convention
What course is there left but to die?
We have looked upon the high kings
Found them less than mortals
Their names are dust before the just
March of our young, new law
Minds stumbling strong, we hurtle on
Into the dark portal
No-one can halt our final vault
Into the unknown maw
And as the elders beat their brows
They know that it's really far too late now
To stop us
For if the sky is seeded death
What is the point in catching breath?
Expel it
What cause is there left but to die?
In searching of something we're not quite sure of?
What cause is there left but to die?
What cause is there left but to die?
What cause is there left but to die?
I really don't know why
I know our ends may be soon
But why do you make them sooner?
Time may finally prove
Only the living move her and
No life lies in the quicksand
Yes, I know it's
Out of control, out of control
Greasy machinery slides on the rails
Young minds and bodies on steel spokes impaled
Cogs tearing bones, cogs tearing bones
Iron-throated monsters are forcing the screams
Mind and machinery box-press our dreams
But there still is time
Cowards are they who run today
The fight is beginning
No war with knives, fight with our lives
Lemmings can teach nothing
Death offers no hope, we must grope
For the unknown answer
Unite our blood, abate the flood
Avert the disaster
There's other ways than screaming in the mob
That makes us merely cogs of hatred
Look to the why and where we are
Look to yourselves and the stars and in the end
What choice is there left but to live?
In the hope of saving
Our children's children's little ones?
What choice is there left but to live?
What choice is there left but to live?
What choice is there left but to live?
To save the little ones?
What choice is there left but to try?
What choice is there left but to try?
What choice is there left but to try?
Try
Man-Erg.
The killer lives inside me: yes, I can feel him move
Sometimes he's lightly sleeping
In the quiet of his room
But then his eyes will rise and stare through mine;
He'll speak my words and slice my mind inside
Yes the killer lives
Angels live inside me: I can feel them smile…
Their presence strokes
And soothes the tempest in my mind
And their love can heal the wounds
That I have wrought
They watch me as I go to fall
– well, I know I shall be caught
While the angels live
How can I be free?
How can I get help?
Am I really me?
Am I someone else?
But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes
Of gloom
And Death's Head throws his cloak into
The corner of my room
And I am doomed…
But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters
Of my youth
And solemn, waiting Old Man
In the gables of the roof:
He tells me truth…
And I too, live inside me and very often
Don't know who I am
I know I'm not a hero, but
I hope that I'm not damned:
I'm just a man, and killers, angels
All are me:
Dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace
As long as Man lives…
I'm just a man, and killers, angels
All are me:
Dictators, saviours, refugees…
A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers.
I. Eyewitness
Still waiting for my saviour
Storms tear me limb from limb
My fingers feel like seaweed
I'm so far out I'm too far in
I am a lonely man
My solitude is true
My eyes have borne stark witness
And now my knights are numbered too
I've seen the smiles on dead hands
The stars shine, but they're not for me
I prophesy disaster
And then I count the cost
I shine but, shining, dying
I know that I am almost lost
On the table lies blank paper
But my tower is built on stone
I only have blunt scissors
I only have the bluntest hone
I've been the witness, and the seal of death
Lingers in the molten wax that is my head
When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking low
You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths
Are solemnly directed straight at you
II. Pictures/Lighthouse
[Instrumental]
III. Eyewitness
No time now for contrition
The time for that's long past
The walls are thin as tissue
And if I talk I'll crack the glass
So I only think on how it might have been
Locked in silent monologue, in silent scream
Anyway, I'm much too tired to speak
And, as the waves crash on the bleak
Stones of the tower, I start to freak
And find that I am overcome
IV. S.H.M
"Unreal, unreal!", ghost helmsmen scream
And fall in through the sky
Not breaking through my seagull shrieks
No breaks until I die
The spectres scratch on window slits
Hollowed faces, mindless grins
Only intent on destroying
What they've lost
I claw the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall
My pail has sailed into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn
White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask
Lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark
And parallel my isolated tower
No paraffin for the flame
No harbour left to gain
V. The Presence of the Night
"Alone, alone", the ghosts all call
Pinpoint me in the light
The only life I feel at all
Is the presence of the night
Would you cry if I died?
Would you cry if I died?
Would you catch the final words of mine?
Would you catch my words?
I know that there's no time
I know that there's no rhyme
(False signs find me)
I don't want to hate
I just want to grow
Why can't I let me
Live and be free? But I
Die very slowly alone
I know no more ways
I am so afraid
Myself won't let me
Just be myself and so
I am completely alone
VI. Kosmos Tours
The maelstrom of my memory
Is a vampire and it feeds on me
Now, staggering madly, over the brink I
Fall
VII. (Custard's) Last Stand
Lighthouses might house the key
But can I reach the door?
I want to walk on the sea
So that I may better find a shore
But how can I ever keep my feet dry?
I scan the horizon
I must keep my eyes on
All parts of me
Looking back on the years
It seems that I have lost my way
Like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger
Now I am the stranger I stay in
All of the grief I have seen
Leaves me chasing solitary peace
But I hold experience in my head
I'm too close to the light
I don't think I see right
For I blind me
VIII. The Clot Thickens
Where is the God that guides my hand?
How can the hands of others reach me?
When will I find what I grope for?
Who is going to teach me?
I am me, me are we, we can't see
Any way out of here
Crashing sea, atrophied history
Chance has lost my Guinevere
I don't want to be one wave in the water
But sea will drag me deep
One more haggard drowned man
I can see the lemmings coming
But I know I'm just a man
Do I join or do I founder?
Which can is the best I may?
IX. Land's End (Sineline)
Oceans drifting sideways
I am pulled into the spell
I feel you around me
I know you well
Stars slice horizons
Where the lines stand much too stark
I feel I am drowning
Hands stretch in the dark
Camps of panoply and majesty
What is Freedom of Choice?
Where do I stand in the pageantry
Whose is my voice?
It doesn't feel so very bad now
I think the end is the start
Begin to feel very glad now
All things are a part
All things are apart
All things are a part
X. We Go Now
(I had to do it for me, for you, for everyone).
Este tipo de musica de vanguarda só entra num bom ouvido eheh. Primeiro estranha-se depois gosta-se. passam a ser álbuns de primeira escolha.
28:13 -> Axl Rose.
these vids save wearing out my vinyl ,cheers
Listen to 38:37 and then Steve Hackett's "Defector" (the song). I wonder if they are both drawing on a classical piece. I'd suspect Holst or Carmina Burana could be a culprit. That, or Hackett lifted from VDGG (and would you blame him)?
great band but compositionally too singsong, all the pieces sound the same, especially caused by the fault of the singer and the repetitive melodic lines.
for this reasons they have disappeared from history.
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I had this vinyl album but it disappeared.
I am here because I read about in Julian Cope's book "Repossessed"
Thanks, Julian!
As a guitarist you just can’t help but be mesmerized by that final Fripp solo. I’d describe it as distant beauty. Even though it sounds not of this world, you can still tell that it’s beautiful.
VDGG was beauty, message, violence and dream, but above all the powerful instrument of a great will. VDGG said "I want" when many others mumbled "I would like" He achieved his goal without complying with the slightest compromise, like a plow hung on a star. Once and for all, these people traced their way and never moved away, refusing any compromise that makes popular music today a weary prostitute.
"there is no escape, except to go for one".
just aesthetic things <3
I listened to this album for the first time and despised it.
Now it's one of my all time favorites.
Just another reason I love prog.
After Pawn Hearts the band was dead . What music could you offer after this zasterjele
Van Halen over Van der Graaf