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17 mai 1993
Camino CAMCD12 CD



Original release

01 Sierra Quemada

02 Take These Pearls

03 There Are Many Sides To The Night
04 In The Heart Of The City
05 Dark As The Grave
06 Lost In Your Eyes
07 Little America
08 Like An Arrow
09 Theatre Of Sleep
10 Walking Away From Rainbows
11 Paint Your Picture
12 Vampyre With A Healthy Appetite
13 Tristesse


Remaster (1997)

01 Sierra Quemada
02 Take These Pearls

03 There Are Many Sides To The Night
04 In The Heart Of The City
05 Dark As The Grave
06 Lost In Your Eyes
07 Little America
08 Like An Arrow
09 Theatre Of Sleep
10 Walking Away From Rainbows
11 Paint Your Picture
12 Vampyre With A Healthy Appetite
13 Tristesse

14 Sierra Quemada (Demo)
15 Take These Pearls (Rough Mix)
16 In The Heart Of The City (Original Version)
17 Vampyre With A Healthy Appetite (Demo)



Steve Hackett : vocals, guitar, harmonica, stepp & rainstick
Julian Colbeck, Aron Friedman & Nick Magnus : keyboards
Nick Sykes : additional keyboards
Dave 'Taif' Ball : bass
Hugo Degenhardt : drums
Bimbo Acock : clarinet

Produced by Steve Hackett.
Executive Producer Billy Budis.
Artistic Direction Kim Poor.
Recorded and mixed in The Basement.
Re-Mastered 1997 by Roger King




Take These Pearls

Take these pearls from an oyster shell
From the depths of the ocean bed
From the bottom of the sea
Like a wishing well

Take these stones
Fashioned into jewels
Like the essence of
A half remembered song
From the crust of the earth
To the limits of the sky

Take these stones
Fashioned into jewels
Like the essence of
A half remembered song
From the crust of the earth
To the limits of the sky


There Are Many Sides To The Night

Standing under the lamplight in
One of the nicer parts of hell
Behold this dreamer with rich red
Ruby lips
Some pay for the privilege and
Some pay just to talk
Because there are many sides to
The night

When Father Thames lies sleeping
His ever watchful sons divide up
The spoils of the day's takings
A woman's work is never ever done
She's a child, a slave, a teacher
And a fool
And then she vanishes from sight
Did no one ever tell you there are
Many sides to the night 

Standing under the lamplight
Selling perfume sweetcorn
And lace
She looks beautiful from a distance
But it's too dark to see her face
I do it for my child alone and who
Would say it's just not right
Verily I say unto you there are
Many sides to the night


In The Heart Of The City


Standard bearers march to the tick
Of the clock
It's a war against time when you're
Fronting the flock
Determined resolute defiant and
Strong
Noble and Savage know they belong

In the heart of the city

The battlefield of love a ruffled
Feathered bed
From fluid moist lips the benediction's
Said
You love them and leave them with
Yesterday's guilt
Everything's on schedule in the
Empire that you built

In the heart of the city

You close a deal Thursday at 7.45
The train home is empty you're the
Only man alive
You throw away your clothes in a
House of clouds
The window is sealed the furniture
In shrouds

In the heart of the city



Dark As The Grave

Dark as night, dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is laid
Sleepwalkers fill the boulevards
Pretty girls and backward boys
All the voices can be heard, an
Opera of the absurd

Dark as night, dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is laid
We welcome you, we welcome you
The world of chaos far away
As the crowd of mourners said,
"Tragedy is nothing new"

Dark as night

Dark as night, dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is laid


Lost In Your Eyes

I see the valleys,
I see the streams
I see the mountains and what's in
Between
I hear thunder fall from the sky
I see a world lost in your eyes

In my dreams I see you smile
I feel the sun, I want to stay for a
While
I hear music just makes me cry
I see a world lost in your eyes

A one horse town, a dirt road
Way in the desert where the cactus grow
I hear you calling me mile after mile
I see a world lost in your eyes


Little America


With Lana Turner on the screen
Beside me
The frame is hardly filled by Orson
Wells
We switch into a Fred and Ginger
Number
That they're dancing oh so well

Blowing the blues all night
I'm sure I heard someone say
Stars never fade and everyone's
Dying to play
In Little America

We got a chinese Elvis painted by
Norman Rockwell
His part tonight will be played by
Richard Pryor
The Mason Dixon line divides the
Free from all the rest so you can
Sell

Oklahoma to Cinderella from Long
Island
And everyone's dying to play
In Little America

Lower your standards raise your
Prices on cable TV
Pretty woman seen at the death of
A salesman
All covered with cream

And everyone's dying to play
In Little America...


Like An Arrow

Like an arrow in the night, like an
Arrow by the day

Come away from your bed at night
Leave all those empty halls behind
Have no fear of death, have no fear of life
The taste of victory ahead, the
Spirit never dies
Like an arrow in the night, like an
Arrow by the day

A mission bell by the ghostly
Station, toiling in the wind
The veins in your hand stretch like
Broken trees of winter
The last call, the last port of entry
Like an arrow in the night, like an
Arrow by the day


Theatre Of Sleep

In the theatre of sleep where no
Reason remains
Dreamers and drifters make their
Entrance onto the stage
Non-stop scenery changes with
Promptings in the dark
Trapped in unremitting violence as
Trees stripped of their bark
When they're buried in your dream

The past is a foreign country, they
Do things differently there
You're back in the old schoolhouse
With rows and rows of chairs
Well it might be war or Christmas
With the tanks and guns and flares
Or a witch that wields her
Broomstick, the stars of your
Nightmare
When they're buried in your dream

I was trapped on the edge of a
Waterfall in an old riverboat
A proud queen washed up at last,
She's giving up the ghost
Slimy green water rising, I knew
That I would die
I had no time to abandon ship, the
Morning had arrived


Paint Your Picture

I'd like to paint  your beauty all over
The world
I'd like to paint your sadness

I'd like to paint your picture all
Over the world


Vampyre With A Healthy Appetite

As New Orleans slips far away
When the gas lights dim and the
Street cars fade
When the beast within takes on a
New shape
The blood runs cold, make no
Mistake

You're just a vampyre with a
Healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night

A band strikes up and they're
Starting to play
When the sirens wail but they're
Way too late
The crowds don't see they're drunk
Anyway
The inquest said it was coming her
Way

You're just a vampyre with a
Healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night

Well you ran to ground as you
Always do
And then they finally caught up
With you
Well they sent you down and Old
Smokey was waiting
But pressure groups being what
They are these days
You were released after five years
At a funny farm
In upstate bankrupt New York
To walk the streets once more