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| Gruppo/Artista: | Jefferson Airplane | ||
| Anno: | 1967, febbraio | ||
| Etichetta: | RCA Victor | ||
| Durata: | 34:53 | ||
| Produzione: | Rick Jarrard | ||
| Componenti del gruppo: | Nome | Ruolo/Strumento | |
| Grace Slick | piano, organo, voce | ||
| Paul Kantner | chitarra e voce | ||
| Jorma Kaukonen | chitarra principale, ritimica e voce | ||
| Jack Casady | basso, chitarra ritmica | ||
| Spencer Dryden | percussioni | ||
| Marty Balin | chitarra e voce | ||
| Canzoni: | Titolo | Durata | Note |
| She Has Funny Cars | 3:03 | ||
| Somebody To Love | 2:54 | ||
| My Best Friend | 2:59 | ||
| Today | 2:57 | ||
| Comin' Back To Me | 5:18 | ||
| 3/5 of a Mile in 10 Seconds | 3:39 | ||
| D.C.B.A.-25 | 2:33 | ||
| How Do You Feel | 3:26 | ||
| Embryonic Journey | 1:51 | ||
| White Rabbit | 2:27 | ||
| Plastic Fantastic Lover | 2:33 | ||
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E' Il secondo album dei Jefferson
Airplane, uscì a febbraio del 1967 ed in esso il gruppo continua
la sperimentazione sonora rock sempre all'insegna del libero amore e
dell'LSD. |
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Testi
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Somebody To Love
(Darby Slick)
When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joys within you dies
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
When the garden flowers baby are
dead yes
and your mind is full of red
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
your eyes, I say your eyes may look
like his
but in your head baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
tears are running ah running down
your breast
and your friends baby they treat you like a guest
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
Today
(Marty Balin/Paul Kantner)
Today I feel like pleasing you more
than before
Today I know what I want to do but I don't know what for
To be living for you is all I want to do
To be loving you it'll all be there when my dreams come true
Today you'll make me say that I somehow have changed
Today you'll look into my eyes, I'm just not the same
To be anymore than all I am would be a lie
I'm so full of love I could burst apart and start to cry
Today everything you want, I swear it all will come true
Today I realize how much I'm in love with you
With you standing here I could tell the world what it means to love
To go on from here I can't use words, they don't say enought
Please, please listen to me
It's taken so long to come true
And it's all for you
all for you....
Coming Back To Me
(Marty Balin)
The summer had inhaled
And held its breath too long.
The winter looked the same,
As if it had never gone,
And through an open window,
Where no curtain hung,
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
One begins to read between
The pages of a look.
The sound of sleepy music,
And suddenly, you're hooked.
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
You came to stay and live my way,
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind.
You always say that you won't go away,
But I know what it always has been,
It always has been.
A transparent dream
Beneath an occasional sigh...
Most of the time,
I just let it go by.
Now I wish it hadn't begun.
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
Strolling the hill,
Overlooking the shore,
I realize I've been here before.
The shadow in the mist
Could have been anyone
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
Small things like reasons
Are put in a jar.
Whatever happened to wishes,
Wished on a star?
Was it just something
That I made up for fun?
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.
3/5 Of A Mile In Ten Seconds
(Marty Balin)
Do away with people blowing my mind
do away with people wasting my precious time
take me to a simple place
where I can easily see my face
baby I can see that you're fine
know I love you baby, yes I do
do away with people laughing at
my hair
do away with people climbing on my precious prayers
take me to a circus tent
where I can ease up and pay my rent
and all of the creeps will share my cares
know I love you baby, yes I do
do away with things that come all obscene
like hotrods real clean real fine nicotin
It's time you walked
away and set me free
I must move away, 'n' leave you be.
It has been good to us my friend,
Wait, and see how it will end.
We come and go as we please.
(Grace: We come and go as we please)
(Paul: That's how it has to be).
Here in this ocean,
the near and holy,
Too many days I've left unstoned.
If you don't mind, happiness
Purple pleasure-fields in the sun
Ah don't you know I'm runnin' home
(Grace: Don't you know I'm runnin' home)
(Paul: To a place, for you unknown).
I take great peace
in your sitting there(1).
Searching for myself, I find a place there(2).
I see the people of the world,
Where they are and what they could be.
I can but dance behind your smile
(Grace: I can but dance behind your smile)
(Paul: To [the] other world to me, for a while)
One pill makes you
larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen says "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"
Plastic Fantastic Lover
(Marty Balin)
Her neon mouth with the blinking
soft smile
Ain't nothing but an electric sign
You could say she has an individual style
She's a part of a carnival time
Super steel lady, chrome-colored
clothes you wear
Cause you have no other
But I suppose no one knows
You're my plastic fantastic lover
Her rattling cough never shuts off
It's nothing but a used machine
Her aluminum finish, slightly diminished
Is the best I ever have seen
Cosmetic baby plugged into me
And never ever find another
But I realize no one's wise
To my plastic fantastic lover
The electrical dust is starting
to rust
Her trapezoid thermometer taste
All the red tape is mechanical rape
Of the TV program waste
Data control and IBM
Science is mankind's brother
But all I see is draining me
Of my plastic fantastic love
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