STEVE HACKETT > Guitar Noir
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