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The Purple Sun Is Watching è un album completo immaginario di rock psichedelico del 1968 di RetroForge Records, costruito sul suono e sull’atmosfera dell’acid rock underground di fine anni Sessanta. L’album combina sitar vorticoso, chitarra fuzz, organo Hammond, Farfisa, Mellotron, chitarra a dodici corde, basso analogico pulsante, tabla, flauto, tamburello, batteria vintage e voci intrise di sogno.
Lo stile produttivo abbraccia una calda trama analogica: loop di nastro rovesciati, eco a nastro, riverbero a molla, phasing intenso, flanging, movimento stereo e strati psichedelici distorti. Il risultato non è un disco rock lineare, ma una mutevole sequenza di sogno acido nella quale ogni brano cambia forma invece di ripetere lo stesso schema di strofa e ritornello.
Nei suoi sette brani, l’album passa dal viaggio iniziale di Into the Purple Sun ad allucinazioni di uccelli di vetro, mantra lunari simili al raga, breve caos garage-psych, rituale recitato, luminoso folk psichedelico e una suite cosmica finale sull’identità che si dissolve nel suono. È pensato per chi ama viaggi musicali su un intero album, immagini surreali, strumenti vintage e una narrazione psichedelica immersiva.
Nell’archivio RetroForge Records, The Purple Sun Is Watching appartiene al versante psichedelico anni Sessanta del catalogo: colorato, strano, analogico, immersivo e costruito come un manufatto acid rock perduto proveniente da una linea temporale alternativa.
Anno d’archivio: 1968 · Pubblicato:
Scaletta
- 1Into the Purple Sun5:57
- 2Glass Birds Above the Bed4:19
- 3The Moon Drinks from My Hands Mantra5:19
- 4Electric Serpent Parade2:29
- 5Cathedral of Smoke5:29
- 6Flowers Growing Through My Eyes5:11
- 7When the Universe Forgets Your Name5:53
Note d'archivio
Il sole viola ha aperto il proprio occhio.
Sotto di esso, gli orologi si sciolgono nel cielo, uccelli di vetro volteggiano sopra corpi addormentati e serpenti elettrici strisciano per strade che non conducono più da nessuna parte. La luna beve da mani umane. I fiori crescono verso l’interno attraverso gli occhi. Oltre l’ultima strada sorge una cattedrale costruita interamente di fumo.
L’album segue un viaggiatore attraverso una sequenza di visioni instabili. Ogni luogo sembra collegato al precedente, ma nulla conserva a lungo la propria forma. Le stanze respirano, i nomi si staccano dai corpi, le strade diventano anelli e il cielo comincia a restituire lo sguardo.
Nel brano finale, il viaggio non consiste più nel raggiungere una destinazione. Il sole viola ha assorbito il fiume, il fumo, i fiori, i serpenti, il viaggiatore e il ricordo stesso del viaggio. Restano eco a nastro, colore, vibrazione e la sensazione che il viaggio possa non essere mai cominciato.
Testi originali in inglese e sottotitoli
Melting clocks drip from the sky Colors bleed and learn to fly Spirals turn inside my mind Leaves are whispering "you're not time" Floating... dissolving... Into the purple sun Waves of sound are calling The trip has just begun Lizards dance in fractal light Windows breathing, day turns night I am the river, I am the stone Every atom sings alone Floating... dissolving... Into the purple sun Waves of sound are calling The trip has just begun Stars are bleeding liquid gold Stories from the ages told I have no body, I have no name Only the eternal flame
Don't wake them They only fly when you're dreaming Glass birds turning above my bed Crystal wings and feathers red Every time their shadows pass Another hour becomes glass The wallpaper begins to breathe Pulling silver from its teeth All the corners bend away Night is swallowing the day My sleeping hands detach and climb Up the curtains, out of time One becomes a violet flame One forgets it ever came Tiny bells beneath the floor Ring for people here no more Something laughs behind the wall Softly waiting for my fall Glass birds open seven eyes Showing me seven different skies In one I drown, in one I burn In one I never will return Then the largest bird leans near Places one wing on my ear Whispers what the dead all know You were never down below
The moon drinks from my hands The moon drinks from my hands I pour away the night I pour away the man There is no shore There is no sand The moon drinks from my hands There is no door There is no land The moon drinks from my hands Drink the river Drink the flame Leave the body Lose the name
Electric serpents in the road Carrying a painted load Here they come! Here they come! Electric serpent parade! Purple engines cough and grin Paper saints are climbing in Plastic horses bite the rain Tiny kings have lost their brains Every traffic light turns blue Every face is split in two Someone rings a silver bell Opening the mouth of hell Rubber soldiers made of smoke Dance each time the pavement broke Taxi drivers leave their skin Let the marching snakes climb in Seven drums beneath the street Shake the buildings with their feet Windows laugh and chimneys sway Nothing normal lives today Here they come! Here they come! Electric serpent parade! Close your eyes! Lose your mind! Watch the daylight fade! They're underneath us now!
We entered through a mouth of stone No one asked our names No one carried fire Still, every candle was burning Burning without flame Calling without name The columns had no ending The ceiling had no shape Faces slept inside the walls Waiting for the smoke to wake them Wake them Wake them Wake them At the centre stood no altar At the altar stood no god Only a mirror full of smoke And in the smoke A door What did you see? A face without eyes What did it say? You have already died Where did it point? Beyond the wall What waited there? Nothing at all Smoke in the blood Smoke in the bone Smoke is the road Smoke is the home Open the mirror Open the flame Take what is left And forget the name
Flowers growing through my eyes Turning daylight into skies Let them open, let them shine Every color becomes mine Tiny people in the grass Wave at every cloud that passes Silver ladders touch the sun Climbed by everyone but one Butterflies become the rain Washing numbers from my brain Every drop that touches ground Opens like a tiny sound Trees remove their roots and walk Leaves begin to laugh and talk Roses turn their heads to stare At the colors in my hair All the fences melt like snow There is nowhere left to go Even distance disappears Pouring music in my ears Roots are growing through my feet Pulling stars beneath the street Petals opening in my head Blue and yellow, green and red I can no longer see the sky The sky is looking through my eyes
When the universe forgets your name Will the stars still burn the same? Will the darkness know your face? Will your shadow leave a trace? I wrote my name across the sun Watched the golden letters run Down the sky and through the sea Until none of them were me A wheel inside a wheel An eye inside an eye A sky beneath the ocean An ocean in the sky The machine is still dreaming The dream is still alive Yesterday stood by the door But did not know me anymore Tomorrow slept beneath the stairs Braiding flowers through its hair I asked them both which road was mine They pointed past the edge of time Where every path became a ring Turning back through everything I have no hands to hold the moon No mouth to sing another tune No eyes for flowers, smoke or glass No feet to feel the serpents pass I have no body I have no flame I have no memory I have no name You were the river You were the stone You were together You were alone You were the question You were the flame You were the answer Before the name Stars are bleeding liquid gold Every second growing old All the walls have disappeared Everything I loved or feared Floats into the purple sun The ending and what had begun Every atom, every sound Turns once more and circles round The trip had never begun
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- Rock psichedelico di fine anni Sessanta dal caldo carattere analogico
- Acid rock con chitarra fuzz, sitar e organo
- Raga psichedelico e frammenti vocali simili a mantra
- Atmosfere di organo Hammond, Farfisa e Mellotron
- Loop di nastro rovesciati, phasing e produzione ricca di eco
- Concept surreali per album interi anziché singoli autonomi
- Energia garage-psych mescolata a passaggi folk onirici
- Lunghi finali psichedelici nei quali i motivi si dissolvono
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