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Molt bon vespre, benvinguts tots i totes a un nou episodi de Copinyi de Volta Verda, dedicat a la més excelsa variant del rock'n'roll, el rock progressiu. Inauguram avui una secció nova. Farem especials de parells, de dits, d'imprescindibles clubs de la història. I la primera tanda li correspon als incomparables Genesis. Els dos àlbums que revisitarem seus són Foxtrot, de 1972, i Selling England by the Pound, de 1973.
Fins demà!
La història la coneix tothom. Genesis comença amb From Genesis to Revelation i a partir del segon, Trespass, queda definit el so del grup. Excepcionals instrumentistes i un líder carismatiquíssim. A partir d'aquí la cosa va ràpida.
Se'n va el guitarrista principal Anthony Phillips i entra Steve Hackett. Se'n va el baterista John Mayhew i entra Phil Collins. Se'n va el líder carismàtic Peter Gabriel i el substitueix cantant Phil Collins. Se'n va el guitarrista Steve Hackett i el substitueix el baixista Mike Rutherford. I amb aquesta formació Collins Rutherford Banks entreguen l'últim disc genial de la seva primera etapa. And then there were three...
A partir dels 80 la cosa ja és radicalment diferent i ens interessa manco. Així que ens centrem, com han dit, primer en Foxtrot i després en Selling England by the Pound. Aquesta és la primera meravella de Foxtrot, Timetable.
A carved oak table tells a tale of times when kings and queens sent wine from goblets gold and the brave would lead their ladies from out the room to arbors cool. A time of valor and legends born
A time when honour meant much more to a man than life And the days you only strive to tell right From wrong through lance and sword Why, why can we never be sure till we die Or have killed for an answer
Do we suffer each race to believe that no race has been grander? It seems because through time and space, though laws may change, each face retains the mask it was.
A dusty table, musty smells, tarnished silver thighs discarded upon the floor. Only feeble eyes descends through a film of grey that scars the pains.
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As old as they. Why? Why? Could we never be sure till we die? Or not killed for an answer? Why? Why? Do we suffer each race to believe That no race has been grander?
Bona nit.
Segona maravalla de Foxtrot, Can Utility and the Coastliners. The scattered pages of a book by the sea
Held by the sand, washed by the waves, a shadow forms cast by a cloud, skimming by as eyes of the past. But the rising tide absorbs them, effortlessly claiming
They told of one who tired of all, singing praise him, praise him. We heed not flatterers, he cried, by our command. Waters retreat, show my power. Halt at my feet, but the cause was lost. Now cold winds blew.
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
But he forced a smile even though his hopes they dashed were offerings fair.
Bona nit.
Tercera meravella de Foxtrot, la miniatura Horizons.
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Fins demà!
Quarta meravella de Foxtrot, Watcher of the Skies.
Fins demà!
Gràcies.
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Creatures shaped this planet's eye are left. Now the rain has come to end. Has life again destroyed life to the play elsewhere?
Bona nit.
Bona nit.
Fins demà!
Sous-titrage ST' 501
Gràcies.
Última meravella de Foxtrot per avui, ja que no ens cap la suite Suppers Reedy, perquè dura 23 minuts. Escoltarem Get Em Out by Friday.
Oh no, this I can't be.
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I told them we could pay a dog all the rent I don't know why it seems so funny Seeing us how they take more money
Now we got them!
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Bona nit. Bona nit. Bona nit.
Fins demà!
This is the announcement from Genetic Control.
It is my sad duty to forgive the four-foot restriction of humanoid height. I hear the directors of genetic control have been buying all the properties that have recently been sold, taking risks so, so bold. It's said now that people will be shorter than height,
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M'en investe en el job for your...
Foxtrot va arribar al número 12 de les llistes al Reino Unit, però els italians, grans apreciadors del progressiu, el col·loqueren com a número 1. Així és com arriba després un disc en directe, Genesis Live, un any més tard, Selling England by the Pound, que puja fins al número 13 sense massa problemes. Escoltem la seva primera meravella, Firth of Fifth.
The path is clear, though no eyes can see The course laid down long before And so with gods and men The sheep remain inside their pen Though many times they've seen the way beneath
He rides majestic past homes of men Who care not or gaze with joy To see reflected there The trees, the sky, the lily fair The scene of death is lying just below
The mountain cuts off the town from view Like a cancer growth is removed by skin Let it be revealed A waterfall is madrigal
An inland sea with symphony. Na, na, na, na, na. Na, na, na. A dino's songs to urge the sailor's on.
Till you'd by the siren's cry.
Gràcies.
Fins demà!
Now as the river dissolves in sea So yet June has claimed another soul
And so with guards and men, the sheep remain inside their pen, until the shepherd leaves his flock away. The sands of time, when we're rolling by,
Segona Maravaglia de Selling England by the Pound. I know what I like in your wardrobe.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench, I can always hear them talk. There's always been Edlo, Jacob, wake up, he got a tiny young'em now. And then Mr. Lewis, isn't a time that he was out on his own.
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I'm stepping in your heart, in your arms, in your shoes.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench I can always hear them talk Me? I'm just a lawnmower You can tell me by the way I walk
Tercera maravalla de Sally in England by the Pound, More Fool Me. La, la, la, la, la, la, la.
I don't know which way to town. And there you are.
I'm quite sure that you were right Knowing full well That I'd be the first one to go down And you'd be the one who was laughing Except when things weren't going your way
And then the lady would say that she had enough Wandering around on her own The day you left Well, I think you knew you'd not be back Well, at least
It would seem that way Because you never said goodbye But when it comes round to you and me I'm sure it will work out alright And you'd be the one who was laughing
And giving me something I don't need And you know I'll always hold you And keep you warm Oh, more fool than me Oh, but when it comes Round to you and me
Fins demà!
Cinquena i última meravella de Selling England by the Pound per avui, The Cinema Show. Ens haurà faltat escoltar Dancing with the Moonlit King, The Battle of Epping Forest i Hazel of Plenty. Ens despedim en la promesa que sonaran al programa pròximament. Això serà tot per tant. Molt bon vespre. Adeu. Ahoy.
Home from work our Juliet clears her morning meal. She dabs her skin with pretty smells concealing to appear. I will make my bed, she said, the turn to go.
Can she be late for her cinema show? Cinema show! Romeo locks his basement flat And scurries up the stair
With head held high And floral tie A weekend millionaire I will make my bed With her tonight He cries Can he fail Armed with his chocolate surprise
Take a little trip back with Father Tiresius. Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through. I have crossed between the poles. For me there's no mystery.
Once a man like the sea I raged, once a woman like the earth I gave, but there is in fact more earth than the sea.
Gràcies.
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
Take a little trip back With Father Tiresius
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