Full Range Posted May 20, 2017 Author Share Posted May 20, 2017 1 hour ago, dirtmudd said: high and mighty with wetton From what I can remember John Wetton joined in 75 and did not gel well with the band and left a couple of years later The only Uriah Heep album I own and think it's there best is Look At Yourself from 71 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 10 minutes ago, Full Range said: From what I can remember John Wetton joined in 75 and did not gel well with the band and left a couple of years later The only Uriah Heep album I own and think it's there best is Look At Yourself from 71 and Roxy music and did some initial bass tracks for fripps exposure with Phil Collins drumming..it's posted on the crimson web site. with a audio link and it's a killer combo! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Full Range Posted May 20, 2017 Author Share Posted May 20, 2017 Now spinning some Uriah Heep This is the only album from this band in my collection and in my opinion it's the best release Artist - Uriah Heep Title - Look At Yourself 1971 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 11 hours ago, dirtmudd said: and Roxy music and did some initial bass tracks for fripps exposure with Phil Collins drumming..it's posted on the crimson web site. with a audio link and it's a killer combo! https://www.dgmlive.com/tour-dates/2018 TIMELINE | KING CRIMSON | KING CRIMSON ROBERT FRIPP THE VICAR TOUR DATES STUDIO SESSIONS WORD NEWS FORUM DISCOGRAPHY SHOP ALL 31 JAN 2017 JOHN WETTON DGM HQ DGM's tribute to the mighty bass guitarist that was John Wetton. Compiled from a Fripp, Wetton and Collins session recorded prior to the making of Exposure, this is quite easily the best jazz-rock power trio that never existed, with the famous Wetton crunching bass well to the fore. Astonishing to think that John made his huge contribution to King Crimson in just three brief years before moving on to UK, Roxy Music and Asia. The comments section below leaves a space where we can collect tributes. AUDIO SOURCE: Studio Monitor Mixes DGM AUDIO QUALITY AVERAGE CUSTOMER RATING TRACK TIME 01 John Wetton 04:35 PURCHASE DOWNLOAD Written by John Luijten Best jazzrock trio? No. That was McLaughlin-Pastorius-Williams. Maybe Fripp-Wetton-Bruford could have been almost as great, but not with Collins. Written by Mark D Gaines Open and Expanded John's contribution to music will never be forgotten. His musical legacy will continue long after most have withered away. Thanks to John for opening my ears long ago to what possibilities within and outside music can present when one truly listens. Written by Steven Nathan Really Great to Hear Gone too soon. Thanks for all the memories, and for one more. Written by John Bobela III Wow - John will be missed John Wetton was a huge part of my musical influence, and really help shape the landscape of music from the late 60's to his powerful contributions with Asia. We all will miss you, thankfully the music lives on. READ MORE LOGIN TO REVIEW RECOMMENDED 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
billybob Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 Yes man! Only saw the Heep once but, well worth it. Got at least one, the Live double LP. All their albums were/are popular with fans, of course. Al Stewart Year of the cat, simply amazing as other albums by. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 17 hours ago, Full Range said: I kinda feel the same about you bro A little later today I'm going to dust off Uriah Heep we have to figure out . which one of us is the evil twin.!!! lol 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 Posted 11 minutes ago · Report post tubes are warming, coffee is a brewing up next is the lamb lies down on broadway.. New virgin vinyl...I have not listened to the lamb on new virgin vinyl..since the copy that my friends sister brought back from her trip to England...she also pick up selling England by the pound ...1988 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 There's something solid forming in the air, The wall of death is lowered in Times Square. No-one seems to care, They carry on as if nothing was there. The wind is blowing harder now, Blowing dust into my eyes. The dust settles on my skin, Making a crust I cannot move in And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 There's sunshine in my stomachLike I just rocked my baby to sleep.There's sunshine in my stomachAnd I can't keep me from creeping sleep,Sleep, deep in the deep.Rockface moves to press my skinWhite liquids turn sour withinTurn fast-turn sourTurn sweat-turn sour.Must tell myself that I'm not here.I'm drowning in a liquid fear.Bottled in a strong compression,My distortion shows obsessionIn the cave.Get me out of this cave!If I keep my self-control,I'll be safe in my soul.And the childhood beliefBrings a moment's relief,But my cynic soon returnsAnd the lifeboat burns.My spirit just never learns.Stalactites, stalagmitesShut me in, lock me tight.Lips are dry, throat is dry.Feel like burning, stomach churning,I'm dressed up in a white costumePadding out leftover room.Body stretching, feel the wretchingIn the cageGet me out of this cage!In the glare of a light,I see a strange kind of sight;Of cages joined to form a starEach person can't go very far;All tied to their thingsThey are netted by their strings,Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings.Outside the cage I see my Brother John,He turns his head so slowly round.I cry out help! before he can be gone,And he looks at me without a sound.And I shout 'John please help me!'But he does not even want to try to speak.I'm helpless in my violent rageAnd a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek,And I watch him turn away and leave the cage.My little runaway.In a trap, feel a strapHolding still. Pinned for kill.Chances narrow that I'll make it,In the cushioned straight-jacket.Just like 22nd Street,When they got me by my neck and feet.Pressures building, can't take any more.My headaches charge. My earaches roar.In the painGet me out of this pain.If I could change to liquid,I could fill the cracks up in the rock.But I know that I am solidAnd I am my own bad luck.But outside John disappears and my cage dissolves,and without any reason my body revolves.Keep on turning,Keep on turning,Turning around,spinning around. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 No-one seems to take up the chase, and with the familiar faces fresh in his mind he moves into a reconstruction of his old life, above ground - Too much time was one thing he didn't need, so he used to cut through it with a little speed. He was better off dead, than slow in the head. His momma and poppa had taken a ride on his back, so he left very quickly to join The Pack. I see faces and traces of home back in New York City - So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard? Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood. The call me the trail blazer - Rael - electric razor I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain 'Cause we're only as strong, yes we're only as strong, As the weakest link in the chain. Only after a spell in Pontiac reformatory was he given any respect in the gang. Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen, I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean. You say I must be crazy, 'cause I don't care who I hit, who I hit. But I know it's me that's hitting out and I'm, I'm not full of shit. I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong. This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong. When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline, You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been. Now, walking back home after a raid, he was cuddling a sleeping porcupine. That night he pictured the removal of his hairy heart and to the accompaniment of very romantic music he watched it being shaved smooth by an anonymous stainless steel razor. As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair, Time to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! Off we go... Your sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm real, You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel. Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash, But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash. And I've tasted all the strongest meats, And laid them down in coloured sheets (laid them down in coloured Sheets). Who needs illusion of love and affection When you're out walking the streets with your mainline connection? Connection. As I cuddled the porcupine He said I had none to blame, but me. Held my heart, deep in hair. Time to shave, shave it off, it off. No time for romantic escape, When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 The palpitating cherry-red organ was returned to its rightful place and began to beat faster as it led our hero, counting out time, through his first romantic encounter. I'm counting out time, Got the whole thing down by numbers. All those numbers! Give me guidance! O Lord I need that now. The day of judgement's come, And you can bet that I've been resting, for this testing, Digesting every word the experts say. Erogenous zones I love you. Without you, what would a poor boy do? Found a girl I wanted to date, Thought I'd better get it straight. Went to buy a book before it's too late. Don't leave nothing to fate. I studied every line, every page in the book, Now, I've got the real thing here, I'm gonna take a look, take a look. This is Rael! I'm counting out time, hoping it goes like I planned it, 'cause I understand it. Look! I've found the hotspots, Figs 1-9. Still counting out time, got my finger on the button, "Don't say nuttin' just lie there still And I'll get you turned on just fine." Erogenous zones I love you. Without you, what would a poor boy do? Touch and go with 1-6. Bit of trouble in zone No. 7. Gotta remember all of my tricks. There's heaven ahead in No. 11! Getting crucial responses, dilation of the pupils. "Honey get hip! It's time to unzip, to unzip, zip, zip-a-zip-a-zip. Whipee!" (Take it away Mr. Guitar) I'm counting out time, reaction none to happy, Please don't slap me, I'm a red blooded male and the book said I could not fail. I'm counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my mistress, I'll get my money back from the bookstore right away. Erongenous zones I question you Without you, what would a poor boy do? Without you, what would a poor boy do? Without you, mankind handkinds through' the blues. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. It is almost a hemisphere with a great many doors all the way round its circumference. There is a large crowd, huddled in various groups. From the shouting, Rael learns that there are 32 doors, but only one that leads out. Their voices get louder and louder until Rael screams "Shut up!" There is a momentary silence and then Rael finds himself the focus as they direct their advice and commands to their new found recruit. Bred on trash, fed on ash the jigsaw master has got to move faster. Rael sees a quiet corner and rushes to it. At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people, Running around to all the doors. They try to find, find themselves an audience; their deductions need applause. The rich man stands in front of me, The poor man behind my back. They believe they can control the game, But the juggler holds another pack. I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman, You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can, He'll smile through his guard, Survival trains hard. I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands, He looks at you once, you know he understands, Don't need any shield, When you're out in the field. But down here, I'm so alone with my fear, With everything that I hear. And every single door, that I've walked through Brings me back here again, I've got to find my own way. The priest and the magician, Singing all the chants that they have ever heard; and they're all calling out my name, Even academics, searching printed word. My father to the left of me, My mother to the right, Like everyone else they're pointing But nowhere feels quite right. And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I need someone to believe in, someone to trust. I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found, There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound. If I choose a side, He won't take me for a ride. Back inside This chamber of so many doors; I've nowhere, nowhere to hide. I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me, Find a door That doesn't lead me back again Take me away. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Full Range Posted May 20, 2017 Author Share Posted May 20, 2017 @dirtmudd On my shortlist on the next record fair Genesis Selling England By The Pound Lamb Lies Down On Broadway Trick Of The Trail Steve Hackett A Midsummer Nights Dream King Crimson Lizard 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 The chamber was in confusion - all the voices shouting loud. I could only just hear, a voice quite near say, "Please help me through the crowd:" I said if I helped her thru' she could help me too, but I could see that she wholly blind. But from her pale face and her pale skin, a moonlight shined. Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna lead you right. When I'd led her through the people, the angry noise began to grow. She said, "Let me feel the way the breezes blow, and I'll show you where to go." So I followed her into a big round cave, she said, "They're coming for you, now don't be afraid." Then she sat me down on a cold stone throne, carved in jade. Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night Lilywhite Lilith, She gonna lead you right. She leaves me in my darkness, I have to face, face my fear, And the darkness closes in on me, I can hear a whirring sound growing near. I can see the corner of the tunnel, Lit up by whatever's coming here. Two golden globes float into the room And a blaze of white light fills the air. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near, He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier. Each step he takes, the perfumes change From familiar fragrance to flavors strange. A magnificent chamber meets his eye. Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist. Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed. Thinking he is quite alone, He enters the room, as if it were his own, But ripples on the sweet pink water Reveal some company unthought of Rael stands astonished doubting his sight, Struck by beauty, gripped in fright; Three vermilion snakes of female face, The smallest motion, filled with grace. Muted melodies fill the echoing hall, But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call: "Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool. We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool." Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind, He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind. "With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine. They move in a series of caresses That glide up and down my spine. As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain, Only a magic that a name would stain. With the first drop of my blood in their veins Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains. The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you Rael'." Each empty snakelike body floats, Silent sorrow in empty boats. A sickly sourness fills the room, The bitter harvest of a dying bloom. Looking for motion I know I will not find, I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined "O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food" It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers. Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue, The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 I wandered lonely as a cloud,Till I came upon this dirty street.I've never seen a stranger crowd;Slubberdegullions on a squeaky feet,Continually pacing,With nonchalant embracing,Each orifice disgracingAnd one facing me moves to say "hellay".His skin's all covered in slimy lumps.With lips that slide across each chin.His twisted limbs like rubber stampsAre waved in welcome say 'Please join in.'My grip must be flipping,Cos his handshake keeps slipping,My hopes keep on dippingAnd his lips keep on smiling all the time. Slipperman:"We like you, have tasted love.Don't be alarmed at what you see,You yourself are just the sameAs what you see in me."Rael:Me, like you? like that!Slipperman:"You better watch it son, your sentence has only just begunYou better run and join your brother John."A VISIT TO THE DOKTORSlipperman:"You're in the colony of slippermen.There's no who? why? what? or when?You get out if you've got the gripeTo see, Doktor Dyper, reformed sniperhe'll whip off your windscreenwiperRael:John and I are ableTo face the Doktor and his marble table.The Doktor:Understand Rael, it's the end of your tail.Rael:"Don't delay, dock the dick!"I watch his countdown timer tickTHE RAVENHe places the number into a tube,A yellow plastic "shoobedoobe".It says: "Though your fingers may tickleYou'll be safe in our pickle."Suddenly, black cloud comes down from the sky Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 As he walks along the gorges edge,He meets a sense of yesteryear.A window in the bank above his headReveals his home amidst the streets.Subway sounds, the sounds of complaintThe smell of acid on his gun of paint.As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand;My home.Is this the way out from this endless scene?Or just an entrance to another dream?And the light dies down on Broadway.But as the skylight beckons him to leave,He hears a scream fro far below.Within the raging water, writhes the formOf brother John, he cries for help.The gate is fading now, but open wide,But John is drowning, I must decideBetween the freedom I had in the rat-race,Or to stay forever in this forsaken place;Hey John!He makes for the river and the gate is gone,Back to the void where it came from.And the light dies down on Broadway. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 Struggling down the slope, There's not much hope. I begin to try to ride the scree But the rocks are tumbling all around me. If I want John alive, I've got to ditch my fear - take a dive While I've still got my drive to survive. Evel Knievel you got nothing on me. Here I go! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 Moving down the water John is drifting out of sight, Its only at the turning point That you find out how you fight. In the cold, feel the cold All around And the rush of crashing water Surrounds me with its sound. Striking out to reach you I can't get through to the other side, When you're racing in the rapids There's only one way, that's to ride. Taken down, taken down By the undertow I'm spiralled down the river bed, My fire is burning low. Catching hold of a rock that's firm, I'm waiting for John to be carried past. We hold together, hold together And shoot the rapids fast. And when the waters slow down The dark and the deep have no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one left to keep. Hang on John! We're out of this at last. Somethings changed, that's not your face. It's mine - it's mine! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dirtmudd Posted May 20, 2017 Share Posted May 20, 2017 When it's cold, it comes slow.it is warm, just watch it grow.-all around me.it is here. it is now.Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down.Like the supper it is cooking in your hometown.it is chicken, it is eggs,it is in between your legs.it is walking on the moon,leaving your cocoon.it is the jigsa. it is purple haze.it never stays in one place, but it's not a passing phase,it is in the single's bar, in the distance of the face,it is in between the cages, it is always in a spaceit is here. it is now.Any rock can be made to roll,If you've enough of it to pay the toll.it has no home in words or goal,Not even in your favourite hole.it is the hope for the dope.When you ride the horse without a hoof.it is shaken, not stirred;Cocktails on the roof.When you eat right fru it you see everything alive,it is inside spirit, with enough grit to surviveIf you think it's pretentious, you've been taken for a ride.Look across the mirror, before you chose de cideit is here. it is nowit is Real. it is Rael'cos it's only knock and knowall, but I like it. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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