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For the category Records for Sleeping, Even in the Quietest Moments by Supertramp effortlessly claims my personal Palme d'Or, Silver, and Bronze.
You might have also gone through a period in your adolescence where you couldn't sleep at night, and in return, you wake up in the morning with an overwhelming desire for suicide. It happened to me around the early eighties, and during that time, that glorious national radio channel, RAISTEREONOTTE, was a great help to me during many sleepless nights, with a music programming left to the hosts' flair and freedom.
When the radio wasn't on, obviously, I would take refuge in some vinyl, specifically chosen for its soporific effect. And I must say this Supertramp record did its job magnificently. I don't even recall the reason why it came into my possession, maybe a friend gave it to me in exchange for composing a serenade under the balcony for a romantic young lady.
Even in the Quietest Moments was released years earlier, in '77, but among the riffraff I hung out with, it was only talked about because of the famous and later Breakfast in America. The kind of thing like uh, look at the strange music these guys made years ago. Prog rock, those who knew what they were talking about tried to label it. I didn't know about it and I still don't, but the sleeps I got thanks to these tracks...
Besides, just consider the album cover, with that piano buried in snow and the mountainous backdrop, snow-covered peaks, pines, pure and rarefied air, only Heidi is missing popping out from behind a tree to yodel with her little cousins. Everything conspires for relaxation and keeping calm.
Roger Hodgson performed his promorphos work perfectly, particularly with tracks like Babaji and Fool's Overture. A voice like a fallen angel, subdued atmospheres, and well-mannered melodic compositions. And the composition Even in the Quietest Moments seems like a sorrowful prayer to his god.
I read that Hodgson, before composing these pieces, went to India, struck by the path of the Hindu deities. A strange type of Englishman, Hodgson, certainly different from the vast majority of his countrymen who, as polite and kind as they are, miss the Empire, voted for Brexit believing it would automatically return to His Bloody Majesty’s Colonies, and consider the rest of the world population as pariahs, let alone their former Indian dominions.
Anyway, it turned out well for Hodgson to dedicate himself to the deity Babaji, repeating his name in the chorus. According to a holy man, every time a devotee reverently pronounces the name Babaji, they instantly attract a spiritual blessing upon themselves. It's fair to say that the blessing that came to Hodgson's head was pretty strong, considering that two years later he would come out with the worldwide success of Breakfast in America. Are you already repeating it?
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Give a Little Bit (04:09)
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
I'll give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my love to you
There's so much that we need to share
So send a smile and show you care
I'll give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my life for you
So give a little bit
Give a little bit of your time to me
See the man with the lonely eyes
Oh take his hand, you'll be surprised
(Oh take it)
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
Give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my life for you
Now's the time that we need to share
So find yourself, we're on our way back home
Going home
Don't you need, don't you need to feel at home?
Oh yeah, we gotta see
Ooh, yeah gotta get a feeling
Ooh, yeah come along too
Come-a come-a come-a come along
Ooh, yeah come along too
Come along too
What a long night
Come a long way
Ooh, yeah sing it tonight
03 Even in the Quietest Moments (06:28)
*Birds*
Even in the quitest moments
I wish i knew
What i had to do
And even though the sun is shinging
I feel the rain
Here it comes again..dear..
And even when you showed me
My heart was out of tune
For theres a shadow of doubt thats not letting me find you to soon
The music that you gave me
The language of my soul
Lord i want to be with you wont you let me come in from the cold
Dont you let the sun fade away
Dont you let the sun fade away
Dont you let the sun be leavin wont you come to me soon
And even though the stars are listening
The Oceans deep
I just go to sleep
And then i create the silent movie
You become the star
Is that what you are Dear?
You wisper tells a secret
Your laughter brings me joy
And no wonder the feelings of nature ons the cold boy
And still the tears keep falling
There falling from the sky
Well let the light of me go under before i get high
Dont you let the sun disappear
Dont you let the sun disappear
Dont you let the sun be leaving no you cant be leaving my life
Say that you wont be leaving my life
Say that you wont be leaving my life
Say wont you please say wont you please say wont you please say wont you please
Lord wont you come and get into my life
Lord wont you come and get into my life
say wont you please say wont you please say wont you please
say wont you please say wont you please
Oh lord dont go
(C'mon let the sun be leavin-go)
And even when the song is over
Where have i been
Was it just a dream
Although your door is always open
Where do i begin
May i please come in..Dear?
04 Downstream (04:01)
Took a boat Sunday
Down by the sea
It just felt so nice
You and me
We did'nt have a problem
Or a care on earth
And all around was silence
Everywhere.
You are the reason
I was born
To be with you through all seasons
I'll always hear you when you call
We'll keep the love light shining
Through each night and day
A lonely life behind me
Oh what a change you've made.
So down here on the ocean
We will stay, We will stay, we will stay.
Been through a lot of changes
Turned a lot of pages
When I took a boat on Sunday.
To know you as I know you now
That is all I need
And we will get along somehow
If we both believe.
So down here on the ocean
We will stay, we will stay, we will stay
Been through a lot of changes
Turned a lot of pages
When I took a boat on Sunday.
05 Babaji (04:51)
All of my life I felt that you were listening
Watching for ways to help me stay in tune
Lord of my dreams, although confusion
Keeps trying to decieve
What is it that makes me believe in you?
Babaji, oh won't you come to me
Won't you help me face the music
Bring it out so we can sing it out
Help me to find it before we lose it
At night when the stars are near
And there's no one to keep you from coming here
And there's no one to shield me before your eyes
Is it mine, is it mine, is it mine to know?
I can see it's not too good to me
To be afloat in the sea of glory
Babaji, oh how you comfort me
By showing me it's a different story
Your light in the dark is real
And I know that you know it is how I feel
When I see the reflections that's in your eyes
Is it mine, is it mine, is it mine to know?
Babaji, have you a song for me
To tell the world of its guardian angel
Bring it out so we can sing it out
Oh must you always remain a stranger?
At night when the stars are near
And I long for delusion to disappear
The I see the reflection that's in your eyes
Is it time, is it time, is it time to know?
07 Fool's Overture (10:53)
(Churchill's famous speech)
We shall go on till the end, we shall fight on the seas and oceans.
We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be.
We shall never surrender
History recalls, how great the fall can be
While everybody's sleeping
The boat's put out to sea
Born on the wings of time
It seems the answers were so easy to find
Too late the prophets cry
The island's sinking, let's take to the sky
Called the man a fool
Stripped him off his pride
Everyone was laughing
Up until the day he died
Ooh though the wound went deep
Still he's calling us out of our sleep
My friends, we're not alone
He waits in silence to lead us all home
So you tell me that you find it hard to grow
Well I know, I know, I know
And you tell me that you've many seeds to sow
Well I know, I know, I know
(distant choir sings 'Jerusalem' almost inaudibly)
And was the Holy Lamb of God
on England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
Dreamer
Can you hear what I'm saying
Can you see the parts that I'm playing:
Holy Man, Rocker Man, Come on Queenie,
Joker Man, Spider Man, Blue Eyed Meanie
So you found your solution
What would be your last contrribution?
Live it up and rip it up and why so lazy?
Give it out and dish it out and let's go crazy, yeah
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By fedezan76
An introspective album, with soft atmospheres and delicate textures, which for once sets aside the characteristic Wurlitzer sound and favors acoustic parts.
"Fool’s Overture" ... reaches the emotional peaks of this work ... while the cryptic lyrics talk to us about the inability of man to learn from his own mistakes.
