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Rating: I write as I collapse like dead weight to the notes of "Fur Immer" by Neu. I don't know, it surely gives me a glimpse of the greatness of the...
Gong.
That unique trance of krautrock and the naive disenchanted panism of Glastonbury's hippy culture and Fairport's folk. Allen and Hillage are another reality, another mechanism producing sounds and vibrations. In 1973-1975 they already shocked us with the "flying" trilogy and scattered live performances in France, England, and other places where they made entirely picturesque appearances.
This album offers us fifteen special signatures that highlight all the tenacity and cunning of Allen and the whole family.
The teapots and the angels' eggs are the testaments to their conception, but we should not overlook, as it would be sinful, "Camembert Electricque" and the dark "Magick Brother" and "Mystic Sister."
"You Can't Kill Me" is even more spacial, then "Zero The Hero" is beyond words... part 2 is a sudden sighting of Mars.
"Flying Teapot" feels like traveling inside a spaceship, grazing drones, star birds, sea horses. The concept they propose in the year of "change," "boredom," punk immediacy, since "Live Etc." was released in '77, is very cyborg. And obviously, without thinking for a second that the hippies had already vanished a while ago... and there were either bald heads or post-punk tufts in the clubs.
And indeed, "Where Have All The Flowers Gone?" is a real cry of protest, the last remnants of psychic space folk. The tribalisms and odd times never leave us with "Get Inner" and the various takes of the "space fusion" of "You."
The gypsy cabaret of "Radio Gnome Invisible" and "Flying Teapot" are the colorful yet simultaneously decadent, unstable, schizophrenic Gong idea. It's a mix of collage, irony, freak provocation, comics, graffiti...
The relationship between a clown throwing skittles to a tightrope walker and their respective idea of game/death...
Their sorceress Circe, Muse, Goddess, Witch Gilli Smyth is brilliant at unlocking our dark imagination and perverse visions of this indigenous dance to a voodoo rhythm. "Dynamite / I Am Your Animal" is all this, it's just anarchy and management of freedom, but only with one thing. The awareness of combining art and fun.
The desert, the deserted island of "The Isle Of Everywhere" is always something unique, with that very pre-Sting bass of "Zenyatta"..!
Well, anyway "Master Builder" is a flying disc that plays an eternal mantra, then if you want to escape with emergency exits, take the tunnel with "Outer / Inner Temple."
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 You Can't Kill Me (05:50)
You can kill my father
You can kill my son
You can kill my children
With a gun...
You can kill my family
My family tree
You can kill my body, baby...
You can kill my body, baby...
But you can't kill me
My lord, I love you...
My lord, I love you...
Now you're here...
Then you're gone...
Night and day...
Right and wrong...
You can do what you want
You can do what you want
You can do what you want
You can do what you want...
I'll be seein' you again
I'll be bein' you again
I'll be dreamin' you again
Again and again and again
I see you sittin' there on your old back veranda
You got your shady lady and waltzing Matilda
You're really only me if you'd only remember
03 Flying Teapot (06:28)
If you feel belief hi Pete
I got a story to tell you
Of a band of little green men
From a far away planet
If you want to know about love
Then ask the wee geezer
He can teach you telepathy
He can read your mind backwards
If you try to do the cat in
You can only be a loser
Paranoia never touch him
He's got ways of laughter
Baby don't you bring yourself down
Got to catch you up later
If you want to know about love
You can ask the wee geezer
He can teach you telepathy
He can read your mind backwards
If you try to do the cat in
You can only be a loser
Paranoia never touch him
He's got ways of laughter
Baby don't you bring yourself down
I'll catch you up later
Give him a bit of your love you get it back later...
Give him a bit of your love you get it back
later (repeat)
...Hear me now from the Invisible Opera Company of Tibet...
Have a cup of tea, have another one, have a cup of tea
Have a cup of tea, have another one, have a cup of tea
Have a cup of tea, have another one, have a cup of tea...
High in the sky, what do you see ?
Come down to Earth, a cup of tea
Flying saucer, flying teacup
From outer space, Flying Teapot (repeat)
09 Oily Way (03:20)
Now you're here and now you're Gong
Now you're back where you belong
Meet the wizard of the keys
And he'll reveal the mysteries
Of Angels' Eggs and Octave Doctors
Radio Gnome and Love Projectors
Then he'll point up in the sky
You will see the Teapots flying
Down the Oily Way...
Down the Oily Way you slide
Through the inner space you ride
Lots and lots of Pot-Head Pixies
Ridin' round in Teapot Taxies
On the Planet Gong they say
If everything goes wrong today
Fill your Teapot up with tea
Come and take a ride with me
Down the oily way...
Oily Way
Oily Way - it's not the milky way
Oily Way - it's not the only way
Oily Way - it's not the English way
Stop !
Wait !
Hey !
Look !
High in the sky, the world you remember
Scenes that we dreamed of
Time for the end of
Hate !
War !
Death !
You big daddy in your big sick city
Gotta choose to loose your games now
Now you're here and now you're Gong
But this ain't me that sings this song
For we the Gong Band it's enough
To be the instruments of love
On which the Octave Doctors play
That we be one and all as one with Gong
On earth and find again
The joys of going around the bend
Down the oily way
Oily Way
Oily Way - not the only way
Oily Way - it's not the only way
Oily Way - it's not the English way
10 Outer Temple (01:05)
good evening.
we are the hubba dubba tea company of tibet.
would you like some tea?
15 Master Builder (05:56)
Q: Master Builder, tell me how you make a temple?
A: Tools and moon stones, you don't really need them, you know...
Q: Master Builder, tell me what the temple's made of?
A: Deep inside you, you can build an invisible temple in your own imagination if you will
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