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The Fog Electric — Rooms Behind the Sun, fuzz gitar, kirli Vox Continental orgu, keskin Farfisa dokunuşları, tef, ham davullar, sert bas, dumanlı vokaller ve ilkel mono bant atmosferi üzerine kurulu, 1967 tarzı bir San Francisco garaj psikedelyası EP’sidir.
EP, dört parça boyunca Haight-Ashbury’nin sınırına yakın bir yerde kaybolmuş bir bodrum kaydını hayal eder; burada garage rock, cilalı flower power’a sürüklenmeden erken dönem psikedelya yönünde bükülmeye başlar. Ses kaba, hipnotik ve sokak seviyesindedir: ucuz amfiler, dumanlı odalar, bozuk kablolar, boyalı kapılar, siyah tefler ve uğuldamaya başlayan duvarlar.
Yayın, ‘Neon Rattlesnake’in sinsice ilerleyen orta tempolu fuzz’ından ‘Black Tambourine Sunday’in törensel garage ritmine geçer; ardından ‘Velvet Alley’in ara sokak ışıklı kendinden emin yürüyüşüyle kapanmadan önce ‘The House at the End of Fillmore’un tekinsiz acid-garage atmosferine daha da gömülür. Psikedeliktir, ancak ayakları hâlâ botlara, basa, org sertliğine ve garage grubu nabzına basar.
Rooms Behind the Sun, RetroForge Records arşivinde derli toplu bir psych-garage yayını olarak yer alır: temiz bir nostalji kartpostalı değil; bodrum kaydının hayatta kaldığı, kapağın sarardığı ve orgun hâlâ biraz tehlikeli duyulduğu paralel bir 1967’den kurgusal bir eser.
Arşiv yılı: 1967 · Yayımlanma:
Parça Listesi
- 1Neon Rattlesnake2:07
- 2Black Tambourine Sunday4:44
- 3The House at the End of Fillmore4:18
- 4Velvet Alley4:28
Arşiv Notları
Kapak, yanlış yazdan beri açılmamış bir dükkân kasasından çekilip çıkarılmış bir şey gibi ortaya çıktı. Köşeleri aşınmış, renkleri hafifçe kaymış, ara sokağıysa kesin biçimde haritalandırılamayacak kadar sisliydi.
Rooms Behind the Sun’ın ardındaki hayalî kayıt, 1967 San Francisco’sunun daha sert yüzüne aittir: festival alanlarına veya cilalı stüdyo parlaklığına değil; bodrum odalarına, dar sokaklara, neon tabelalara ve aşırı ısınmış amfilere. Şarkılar, garage rock’ın duvarların hareket ettiğini fark etmeye başladığı ama sert ritmini henüz bütünüyle tütsüye değişmediği o anı taşır.
The Fog Electric burada alternatif bir zaman çizelgesinden RetroForge arşiv kaydı olarak var olur: az sayıda basılmış, elden ele dolaşmış ve org yeniden çalışana dek tozun altında unutulmuş hissi veren dört parçalık bir EP.
Şarkı Sözleri ve Altyazılar
Neon rattlesnake Neon rattlesnake Under the floor Behind the paint Neon rattlesnake Neon rattlesnake Don't move too fast Don't make it wait She lives upstairs from the laundry fire With black boots on and a copper wire Says she hears the city hiss Through a little red radio kiss She keeps moons in a paper sack Paints her name on a mirror crack When she smiles the streetlights blink When she laughs the stairways sink Neon rattlesnake Under my bed Neon rattlesnake Inside my head Neon rattlesnake Counting my bones Neon rattlesnake Won't leave me alone There's blue chalk on the kitchen floor There's no lock on the second door There's a flower in a coffee tin There's a room where the walls begin She says, boy, don't follow me Past the corner by the pharmacy There are people with silver eyes Selling pieces of the sky Neon rattlesnake Under my bed Neon rattlesnake Inside my head Neon rattlesnake Counting my bones Neon rattlesnake Won't leave me alone No peace sign No white dove Just streetlight fever And a bad kind of love No front door No last name Just a little green fire In a picture frame Now the windows hum at night Now the hallway bends to the right Now my shadow won't behave Now my sleep has learned to wave If you hear that radio cry Don't look low and don't look high Just turn around and count to ten But the snake will call again Neon rattlesnake Under my bed Neon rattlesnake Inside my head Neon rattlesnake Counting my bones Neon rattlesnake Won't leave me alone Who's got the bite? Neon Who's got the night? Neon Who's got the fever? Neon Who's gonna leave her? No one No one No one
Black tambourine Black tambourine Shake it once Shake it twice Black tambourine On a Sunday night I saw Lucy by the market With a suitcase full of string She said Sunday lost its halo Now the church bells never ring She had red dust on her jacket She had rain inside her shoes She said everybody's dancing But nobody gets to choose And the boys in the alley Were painting their eyes And the girls on the corner Were selling blue skies And the man with the trumpet Had swallowed the sun And the black tambourine said Run, run, run Black tambourine Sunday Shake my bones awake Black tambourine Sunday How much light can you take? Black tambourine Sunday Beat that crooked time Black tambourine Sunday Your shadow looks like mine There was thunder in the basement There was sugar in the street There were saints behind the jukebox With no sandals on their feet Someone passed around a flower Someone passed around a lie Someone wrote my name in silver On a little paper sky And the room started leaning To the left of the moon And the organ kept crying Like a ghost in June And the drummer hit the ceiling And the singer lost his tongue And the black tambourine said Young, young, young Black tambourine Sunday Shake my bones awake Black tambourine Sunday How much light can you take? Black tambourine Sunday Beat that crooked time Black tambourine Sunday Your shadow looks like mine Black Black Tambourine Black Black Tambourine Shake Shake Tambourine Break Break Everything I went down to the corner Where the sidewalk turned soft I saw a preacher in a purple coat With both his hands held aloft He said, son, don't trust the morning It only borrows the light Then he laughed into the gutter And vanished out of sight So shake it for the lost ones Shake it for the found Shake it for the people Who sleep beneath the sound Shake it for the city Shake it for the sea Shake it for the Sunday That swallowed you and me Black tambourine Sunday Shake my bones awake Black tambourine Sunday How much light can you take? Black tambourine Sunday Beat that crooked time Black tambourine Sunday Your shadow looks like mine Shake it black Shake it blue Shake it till the sky falls through Shake it red Shake it green Shake it for the tambourine Black tambourine Black tambourine Sunday comes But not for me Black tambourine Black tambourine Sunday comes But not for me
At the end of Fillmore Past the last clean window There is a house with no number Everybody knows it Nobody goes there twice I saw candles in the curtains Though the rooms were dark and bare I heard laughter in the hallway But there wasn't no one there There were coats without their shoulders There were shoes without their feet There were names carved in the ceiling There were flowers in the heat Don't knock Don't wait The house knows When you're late Don't speak Don't run The door opens For everyone There was a girl beside the staircase With a ribbon round her eyes She said, I used to live in morning Now I sleep beneath July She gave me tea that tasted silver She gave me bread that tasted blue Then she pointed through the wallpaper And said, that room belongs to you The floor began to breathe The lamps began to bend The walls were full of weather The clock forgot to end Someone sang my birthday In a language made of smoke Someone wore my old face Someone laughed each time I spoke Don't knock Don't wait The house knows When you're late Don't speak Don't run The door opens For everyone In the kitchen stood a mirror In the mirror stood the sea In the sea there was a doorway And the doorway looked like me I could hear the city fading I could hear the traffic drown I could hear the flowers talking As the stairs went further down At the end of Fillmore At the end of Fillmore At the end of Fillmore We go down At the end of Fillmore At the end of Fillmore At the end of Fillmore No way out The room is turning The roof is red The flowers are sleeping Under the bed At the end of Fillmore At the end of Fillmore At the end of Fillmore We go down
Down on Velvet Alley The lights don't shine A black cat laughs At a broken sign Jenny wore bells on a second-hand coat Kept bad news in a paper boat She said, don't look west when the sun goes red There's a little green man living under your bed I had dust on my collar Smoke in my shoes Three bent nickels And nothing to lose The boys were chewing flowers The girls were counting rain Somebody hit the organ And the wall shook again Velvet Alley Pull me down Velvet Alley Spin me round Velvet Alley Don't let go Where the strange ones Go, go, go There's a shop with no windows and a painted door Selling old dreams for a dollar-four A man in stripes with a purple cane Said, son, you'll never be clean again He had rings on his fingers Ink on his tongue Sang one note And the whole room swung Velvet Alley Pull me down Velvet Alley Spin me round Velvet Alley Don't let go Where the strange ones Go, go, go By the payphone near the liquor store I heard my own voice from the night before It said, turn back now, but I turned instead To the girl with the bells and the ribbon-red She said, keep walking Don't ask why Some doors open When the moon gets high No white light No golden road Just a fuzz box screaming And a heavy load No soft dream No holy sign Just a cracked-up city On borrowed time Velvet Alley Pull me down Velvet Alley Spin me round Velvet Alley Don't let go Where the strange ones Go, go, go Velvet Alley Shake my name Velvet Alley Feed the flame Velvet Alley Now I know Where the strange ones Go, go, go Down by the alley Down by the sound Everybody's laughing But nobody's found Kick that drum Make that organ cry Velvet Alley Till the morning dies
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Şunları Seviyorsanız Önerilir
- 1960’ların San Francisco garaj psikedelyası
- Fuzz gitar ve kirli Vox Continental orgu
- Farfisa odaklı psikedelik garaj rock
- Ham mono bant atmosferi
- Haight-Ashbury bodrum kulübü enerjisi
- Daha karanlık bir uca sahip Nuggets tarzı garaj rock
- Tuhaf ara sokak sözleri ve sokak seviyesinde psikedelya
- Kayıp analog arşiv kayıtları
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