このアルバムについて
Leave the Daylight Alone は、直線的な物語を持つコンセプト作ではなく、緩やかな主題で結ばれたアルバムである。乳鉢、器、鏡、ろうそく、黒い水、煙、糸、石が閉ざされた世界を形づくるが、儀式が超自然的なのか、化学的なのか、心理的なのか、単なるシュルレアリスムなのかは説明されない。
流れは準備と摂取から知覚の変容へ向かう。「Mercury in the Mortar」は回転する小さな輪と昼光への警告を導入し、その後、部屋そのものが儀式に参加しているかのようにトランスが深まる。
「Three Inches Left of the Room」以降、空間は縮み、言葉は信用できなくなり、幻覚は身体の内側へ移る。9つの青い炎は10へ変わり、最終曲は朝を外に留めたまま、石だけが回り続ける。
アーカイブ年1968
発売日
言語英語
トラックリスト
- 1Mercury in the Mortar4:46
- 2Black Honey at Midnight5:47
- 3Sulphur in the Looking Glass4:59
- 4Three Inches Left of the Room5:31
- 5Glass Flowers Under My Tongue5:54
- 6Wormwood on the Silver Thread6:44
- 7Nine Candles Under Water5:24
- 8Leave the Daylight Alone5:14
総再生時間: 44:19
サウンド・パレット
音程の揺れたFarfisa、エレクトリック・シタール、控えめなファズ／トレモロ・ギター、旋回するアナログ風ベース、タブラ、ボンゴ、フロアタム、ラトル、ハンドベル、木製打楽器、息の多いフルート、弓で擦るシンバルが、意図的に絞られた音色を作る。
低い男性声は歌と詠唱の中間にあり、テープの温かさ、スプリング・リバーブ、不安定なエコー、フェイジング、逆回転断片、わずかなワウ・フラッターが60年代末の粗いアナログ感覚を示す。ただし、実在する歴史的録音工程を装うものではない。
アーカイブ・ノート
完成版は、初期に検討された複数のスタイル上の寄り道を退けることで一体感を得た。バロック・ポップ、牧歌的アシッド・フォーク、フリークビート、ミュジーク・コンクレートの挿話ではなく、全曲が同じ儀式的アシッド・サイケの語彙を異なる角度から展開する。
名づけるな、触れるな、数えるな、味わうな、答えるな、乱すなという反復命令が曲を結ぶ。曖昧さは意図的で、固有名を持つ主人公、教団、場所、超自然的な正解は設定されていない。
歌詞
全8曲の歌詞は英語の原文を保持している。ヴァース、コーラス、制作、演奏に関する架空の注記は加えていない。
Crush the moon into a silver bowl Stir the shadow till it loses hold Seven drops from the crooked glass One for the future Six for the past Mercury sleeps in the mortar Mercury dreams in the stone Turn the wheel a little farther Leave the daylight alone Green smoke climbing up the wall Tiny bells where the black seeds fall Someone laughing beneath the floor Count to nine Then count no more Mercury sleeps in the mortar Mercury dreams in the stone Turn the wheel a little farther Leave the daylight alone Salt in the circle Ash in the flame Call every color Without giving names The spoon bends slowly The candles lean A door opens sideways Where no door has been Drink from nothing Speak to the glass Watch every minute Refuse to pass Mercury sleeps in the mortar Mercury dreams in the stone Turn the wheel a little farther Leave the daylight alone Red becomes violet Violet becomes sound The ceiling is breathing The roots leave the ground One eye open One eye gone The room keeps turning After the song Mercury wakes in the mortar Mercury walks through the stone Turn the wheel a little farther And leave the daylight alone
Black honey at midnight Black honey in the bowl Turn the spoon against the glass Until it takes its toll Three drops for the candle Two drops for the stone One drop for the little wheel That turns when left alone Black honey at midnight Dark upon the flame Do not taste it with your tongue Do not give it any name Copper on the left hand Salt upon the right Hold the bowl beneath the smoke Until the smoke turns white Black thread through the honey White ash through the thread Count the bells behind the wall And never turn your head Black honey at midnight Black honey in the bowl Turn the spoon against the glass Until it takes its toll One flame low One flame high One flame where the shadow lies Turn it once Turn it twice Do not ask the glass for advice Black honey at midnight Slow beneath the skin When the little wheel stops turning Turn the little wheel again Black honey at midnight Black honey in the flame Do not taste it Do not name it Do not name it
Sulphur in the looking glass Black thread in the flame Turn the water seven times Never say its name Three grains on the windowsill Two beneath the tongue One for what has not begun One for what is done Sulphur in the looking glass Yellow in the black Face the mirror to the wall Do not turn it back Copper wire Ashen bowl Smoke goes upward Shadow goes below Left hand empty Right hand cold Let the little iron wheel Turn until it folds Something knocks behind the glass Once And then again Do not answer with your mouth Answer with the rain Sulphur in the looking glass Yellow in the black Face the mirror to the wall Do not turn it back Salt on stone Stone on skin Count the room from outside in Four Three Two None The glass has kept What we have done Sulphur in the looking glass Do not look Until it clears
Three inches left of the room Three inches left of the wall Three inches between my shoulder And nothing there at all Salt beneath the windowsill Ash beneath the chair Someone moved the corners in While no one else was there Three inches left of the room Do not touch the door Every time the candle bends There is a little more Count the boards from left to right Count them back again Seven when the lamp was lit Six when it began Copper nail Blackened thread One above And one beneath the bed Turn the glass Against the flame Watch the room Forget its shape Three inches left of the room Three inches left of air Keep your hands beside your knees And do not move the chair The ceiling dropped an inch at nine The floor rose half at ten At eleven all the pictures Turned their faces in One line chalk One line salt If the walls come closer It is not our fault Do not measure Do not mark Do not light The second spark Three inches left of the room Two inches from the stone Something on the other side Is counting on its own Three Two One No room Only the mortar Only the flame Only the little wheel Turning without a name Three inches left of the room Three inches Two One
Glass flowers under my tongue White roots behind my teeth Do not pull them upward Let them grow beneath One petal tastes of copper One petal tastes of rain One turns black at midnight One remembers pain Glass flowers under my tongue Do not make me speak Every word will cut the stem Every breath will make them weak Salt upon the lower lip Ash upon the palm Hold the little silver cup Until the room is calm Red thread through the candle smoke Green thread through the glass If the flowers start to ring Do not let them pass Glass flowers under my tongue Cold against the bone Seven bells inside my mouth Ringing on their own Bite the stem Taste the light Keep the left eye closed tonight Turn the bowl Turn it slow Let the hidden color show One flower opens backward One flower drinks the flame One flower has no shadow One flower knows my name Glass flowers under my tongue White roots in the dark Do not swallow Do not speak Do not strike the second spark Copper Salt Glass Stone Petal Root Blood Bone Glass flowers under my tongue Glass flowers in the air I close my mouth They are still ringing there
Wormwood on the silver thread Three knots above the flame Hold the needle in the smoke And never give it a name Black seed in the left hand White salt in the right Turn the little wooden wheel Until it swallows light Wormwood on the silver thread Green fire in the bowl Seven turns around the glass One turn around the soul Bitter leaf Copper spoon Cut the shadow From the moon One drop Two Then none Do not stop When it has begun There is a bell beneath the floor There is a bell inside the wall There is a bell behind my teeth Do not answer When they call Wormwood on the silver thread Green fire in the bowl Seven turns around the glass One turn around the soul Tie the first knot for the body Tie the second for the name Tie the third around the candle Till the smoke forgets the flame Yellow dust Across the stone Little wheel Turn alone The room grows long The room grows thin Something waits Where the thread goes in Wormwood on the silver thread Do not let it break If the final knot comes loose Do not let it wake Green fire Black glass Silver thread Let it pass Wormwood on the silver thread Turn Turn Turn
Nine candles under water Nine flames burning blue Nine candles under water One of them is you Black bowl on the table Salt around the rim Lower every candle Till the room grows dim First flame for the left hand Second for the right Third for every shadow That refuses light Nine candles under water Nine flames burning blue Nine candles under water One of them is you Fourth beneath the black glass Fifth beneath the stone Sixth where no reflection Ever comes alone Seven for the silent bell Eight for what it knows Nine for what is waiting Where the dark water goes Nine candles under water Do not let them die Do not lift the final flame Do not ask it why Blue fire under black water Black water under skin Turn the bowl a little farther Let the deeper room begin One flame bends One flame shakes One flame burns For every mistake Nine candles under water Nine flames in a line Count them once Count them twice There are ten this time Nine candles under water Nine flames burning blue Do not count again Do not count again Do not count again
Leave the daylight alone Leave the curtain where it is There is work beneath the table There are names inside the fizz Black salt in the saucer White ash in the glass Turn the little iron wheel And let the morning pass Leave the daylight alone It has nothing here to find Keep the candle to the left Keep the window to the mind Three drops for the silence Two drops for the flame One drop for the empty chair That answers to no name Green smoke at the ceiling Red dust on the stone If the sun comes through the curtain Do not let it in alone Leave the daylight alone Leave the daylight outside Every color tells the truth Until the room is wide The mortar turns The water hums The little wheel Becomes No word No hand No face No land Only glass Only flame Only something Without a name Leave the daylight alone We have not finished yet Leave the daylight alone The stone is turning Still
こんな音楽が好きな方へ
1960年代末のアシッド・サイケFarfisaのドローン、エレクトリック・シタール、手打楽器、催眠的な循環構成。
暗い地下サイケデリア夜の儀式イメージ、不安定な部屋、手作りのアナログ感覚。
ラーガ・ロックと実験的サイケ忍耐強い反復、擦弦的な質感、不安定なテープ、長いインスト空間。
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