9:03 synth orgn

buenass, no tendras la partitura de las otras partes?

Questo brano è da ascoltare al buio in una zona degradata di mare, di un porto, dove senti l'odore del gasolio e del sartiame, dove i barconi transitano in silenzio. Questa musica può servire a contattare quello che hai dentro di te, le nature di Nettuno e Plutone.

I first heard this great classic, I tnink, back in 1990/1991, because of a recorded show from French TV I got in a VHS tape. Really very avant garde for the beginning of the 70's. First time I heard Van der Graaf was in 1982, I was 15. VdGG is not so famous in Brazil, the land of some lousy tunes. In the 90's I got the CD, and it's one of my all time favorites until now. Unfortunately, never got the luck of seeing Van der Graaf or Peter Hammiil live. We're in South America. Back in 5 or 6 years, I could see Renaissance, Magma, Stick Men and King Crimson live. I am very happy for listening to good Rock Music! I would love to play this classic, as possible, on guitar. It's really difficult.

from 'would you cry if I died?' to 'so I am completely alone' is the best composition in music, ever.

Absolutley wonderful music! Not from this earth!

Sublime.

This incredible piece of music is up there with the likes of 'Supper's Ready' as one of the greatest prog rock masterpieces

A mesmerising journey into insanity.

Conway The Machine ...... The Cow

The cow!!!! Machine talk to em’

This whole album is a masterpiece

The way the song portrays loneliness and regret slowly eating you is perfect.

eternal

An incredible work

Roll the swisher, get high

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I wish someone with decent computer would do ai illustrations on this one. I bet it would be glorious.

Now that she's rummaging through the "tortured poets" department, maybe Ms. Swift can do a cover version.........

The most overlooked band in history. Only king crimson packs a greater punch, in Starless

All time favorite.

8:30

Haven't listened to this for years yet I still remember most of the lyrics. Truly masterful works. My favourite is My Room(Waiting for Wonderland).

Soy fugue or whateverev

Here again ! This is the song that keeps giving. Just realised that ''I've seen the smiles on dead hands'' refers to dead sailors (e.g. all hands on deck) and I have only been listening to it for nearly 50 years ! How did I miss that ? Now just need to work out what ''White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask'' actually means. Any ideas anyone ?

Perfect!!!

19:13 :)

That final triumphant instrumental passage is worthy of even Bach. The way it keeps powerfully ascending until the final dissonant chord pours water on its fire and it expires - just like the lighthouse keeper ? On another note, I wondered if you took out the hard to listen to parts and kept all the wonderfull melodic sections you could make a version for non VdGG fans ? I tried it with Man Erg as it was easier. Ended up with a lovely easy to listen to song but with all the substance and menace removed. Had to accept that VdGG is what it is and not for everyone. (My precious....)

Очень хорошая группа. Только недавно впервые услышал. Хотя название знал давно.

thanks❤

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 nights 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 And my tower is built on stone I only have blunt scissors I only have the bluntest home 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 ancients myths Are solemnly directed straight at you 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 I am 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 "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 and the mindless grins Only intent on destroying what they've lost I crawl the wall 'til steepness ends In the vertical fall My pain 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 "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 The maelstrom of my memory Is a vampire and it feeds on me Now, staggering madly Over the brink, I fall 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 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? 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

i. Testigo Aún espero por mi salvador la tormenta me arranca extremidad a extremidad Mis dedos se sienten como algas Estoy tan lejos que estoy demasiado adentro Soy un hombre solitario, mi soledad es verdad Mis ojos han sido testigos implacables Y ahora mis caballeros están contados, también. He visto las sonrisas en manos muertas Las estrellas brillan, pero no son para mí. Profetizo desastre, y luego cuento el costo. Brillo, pero mientras brillo, muero. Sé que estoy casi perdido. En la mesa yace papel en blanco/mi torre fue construída en piedra Solamente tengo tijeras sin puntas, solamente tengo la casa más tosca He sido el testigo y el sello de muerte persiste en la cera derretida que es mi cabeza. Cuando ves los esqueletos de los barcos navegantes hundiéndose en lo profundo Empiezas a preguntarte si los puntos de todos los mitos antiguos están solemnemente dirigidos todos derecho a ti. ii. Imágenes/Faro (Eddies/rocas/barco/colisión/remordimiento) iii. Testigo No hay tiempo ahora para arrepentimiento El tiempo para eso pasó hace rato Las paredes son tan finas como papel Y si hablo, romperé el vaso. Así que solamente pienso en cómo podría haber sido atrapado en un monólogo silencioso, en un grito silencioso. De todos modos, estoy demasiado cansado para hablar. Y mientras las olas se estrellan contra las sombrías piedras de la torre me empiezo a desesperar... y me doy cuenta que estoy superado. iv. S.H.M. "Irreal, irreal", los timoneles fantasmagóricos gritan y caen atravesando el cielo No atraviesan mis chillidos de gaviota Sin descansos hasta mi muerte: Los espectros arañan las ranuras en la ventana, caras vacías, sonrisas inconscientes solamente intentan destruir lo que perdieron. Trepo la pared hasta que lo precipitado termina en la caída vertical Mi balde ha zarpado hacia el mar, no quedan esperanzas risueñas al amanecer. El hueso blanco brilla en la máscara de mandíbula de hierro Cabeceras perdidas atraviesan la noche congelada y van en paralelo a mi torre aislada. No queda parafina para la llama Ya no hay puertos para ganar. v. La Presencia de la Noche/Kosmos Tours "Solo, solo", todos los fantasmas gritan mientras me señalan en la noche. La única vida que siento es la presencia de la noche. ¿Llorarías si muriera? ¿Llorarías si muriera? ¿Recogerías mis últimas palabras? ¿Recogerías mis palabras? Sé que no hay tiempo Sé que no hay rima... Signos falsos me encuentran. No quiero odiar, sólo quiero crecer ¿Por qué no me puedo permitir vivir y ser libre? Pero muero muy lentamente solo. No conozco más maneras, Tengo tanto miedo, Yo mismo no me estoy permitiendo ser yo mismo y así, estoy completamente solo. El remolino de mis recuerdos es un vampiro y se alimenta de mí. Ahora, tambaleándome como un loco caigo por el precipicio. vi. La Última Resistencia Los faros pueden alojar la llave ¿pero puedo alcanzar la puerta? Quiero caminar en el mar así poder encontrar mejor la orilla... ¿Pero cómo puedo mantener mis pies secos? Escaneo el horizonte Debo mantener mis ojos en todas mis partes. Mirando en retrospectiva hacia los años pasados me parece que perdí el camino: Como un perro en la oscuridad, he corrido hacia un pesebre y ahora soy el extraño en el que habito. Todo el pesar que he visto me deja persiguiendo paz solitaria; pero guardo experiencia en mi cabeza... Estoy muy cerca de la luz No creo ver bien, porque me estoy cegando. vii. El Coágulo se Espesa ¿DÓNDE está el Dios que guía mi mano? ¿CÓMO pueden alcanzarme las manos de los otros? ¿CUÁNDO encontraré lo que busco a tientas? ¿QUIÉN va a enseñarme? Yo soy yo/yo somos nosotros/nosotros no podemos encontrar un camino para salir de aquí. Mar rompiendo/historia atrofiada La suerte ha perdido a mi Ginebra. No quiero ser una ola en el agua Pero el mar me arrastra a lo profundo. Otro HOMBRE AHOGADO demacrado. Puedo ver cómo los Lemmings se acercan, pero sé que soy solamente un hombre. ¿Me uno o naufrago? ¿Qué de lo que me es posible es lo mejor que puedo? viii. El Final de la Tierra / Ahora Nos Vamos Océanos a la deriva, soy arrastrado al hechizo; Te siento a mi alrededor, te conozco bien. Las estrellas cortan horizontes, donde las líneas se encuentran demasiado rígidas; siento que me estoy ahogando... las manos se estrechan en la oscuridad. Campos de panoplia y majestad, ¿qué es la Libertad de Elección? ¿Dónde me encuentro en el concurso? ¿De quién es mi voz? No se siente tan mal ahora: creo que el final es el principio. Comienzo a sentirme muy contento ahora; TODAS LAS COSAS SON UNA PARTE. TODAS LAS COSAS SON UNA PARTE. TODAS LAS COSAS SON UNA PARTE.

Cheerz &thx🫰😎 4 🫵🤠sharing ,this is vocally the trippiest album I have heard in years

Still say Hammill sounds like early seventies David Bowie in places..I wonder if they knew each other especially with the Fripp connection..

That was the shortest and most sublime yet disturbing 23 minutes music I have ever experienced. Peter Hamill was truly a man on the cusp of both genius and near madness simultaneously and only a brilliant mind in conflict internally could produce such a darkly disturbing yet ultimately strangely uplifting opus. From 13:45 to 16:15 is magical and the final 4 minutes are truly joyous and uplifting beyond belief. The ending and rising crescendo is one of the most beautiful and magical passages in any music I have ever experienced - all then crushed and destroyed by one dissonant final chord - an act of truly destructive genius.

And Robert Fripp is the (guest) guitarist on this trippy album!

Minha banda preferida......... Rock proguessivo é minha vida

esta pieza tiene la extraña cualidad de ser abominable y hermosa al mismo tiempo

Какие люди тупые, не могут отличать шедевры от песен. ?!

Best song ever made! Peter Hammil is very close to being a genious!

00:00 a. "Eyewitness" - 2:25 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/my tower is built on stone/ I only have blunt scissors/I only have the bluntest home.... 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... 02:29 b. "Pictures/Lighthouse" (music: Banton, Jackson) - 3:10 (Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.) 05:33 c. "Eyewitness" - 0:54 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... 06:39 d. "S.H.M." - 1:57 '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 craw 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 08:31 e. "Presence of the Night"/"Kosmos Tours" (music: Evans; lyrics: Hammill) - 5:08 '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.... The maelstrom of my memory is a vampire and it feeds on me now, staggering madly, over the brink I fall. 13:35 f. "(Custard's) Last Stand" - 2:48 Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door? I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find ashore... 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 the 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.... 16:23 g. "The Clot Thickens" (music: Hammill, Banton, Evans, Jackson; lyrics: Hammill) - 2:51 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? 18:11 h. "Land's End (Sineline)" (music: Jackson; lyrics: Hammill)/"We Go Now" (music: Jackson, Banton) - 3:52 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.

Am I the only one that can't make it to the end without crying? This is one of my favorite tracks of all time, the lyrics and the music are just so powerful and emotional, and they also hit closely to me. Peter Hammill is one of the greatest musicians of all time and him having almost not recognition at all feels so wrong

8:51 The Cow by Westside Gunn sample 🔥🔥🔥

Peter hammill my beloved ❤❤❤

<3

crazy

Great 👍

The ending of this song annoys me so much, after 23 minutes of amazing music they decide to end their song on a fucking tritone

0:46

Psicosocial is 1 the song is very good i like is my favorit