Curved Air - Disco: 'Phantasmagoria'

Phantasmagoria

Marie Antoinette
Way/Linwood

Marie Antoinette

your name's a legend

in this land

treasure for your pleasure

bestowed on favoured gentlemen

the people are in arms

marching on the town

they rise -

chanting revolution!

"Vive la Nation!"

Marie Antoinette

your shadow's falling

along the land

anger born of hunger

poisons the hearts of your loyal men

fire in their eyes

steel in their hands

they rise -

chanting revolution!

"Vive la Nation!"

Clamouring in
the square

the rabble have gone insane

they're over the balustrades

defying the cannon fire

they're into the garrison

they murder the noble men

Marie - Antoinette

Marie - Antoinette

We are the people
of France

We demand

that the elegant blue-blooded

leeches that bleed us

are taught what it means

to grow fat and not feed us

we are the people of France

you must heed us

Already at the
Bastille

the prisoners all run free

they're hammering on the door

Marie Antoinette

they've taken the guillotine

they're coming to take the Queen

Marie Antoinette

the King and the guards

have fled…



Marie Antoinette

your shadows falling

along the land

anger born of hunger

poisoned your men

they rise -

chanting revolution!

"Vive la Nation!"

 

María Antonieta

Melinda (More or Less)
Linwood

Lovely lady falling

laughing down the glory

of a rainbow

lovely lady reaching

crying for the comfort

of the day-glow

Melinda - more or less

Melinda - more or less

in dreams

But if and when

she wakes again

she knows it all

begins again

sleeping, waking,

rising, falling,

dumb but calling out

to deafened friends

thats how it ends

Melinda - more or less

in dreams

Fade - Melinda

fade into fantasy

tell them you won't be played

like any other

instrument of fate

fade - Melinda

into your fantasy

tell them you're not

prepared to wait for

your dreams of the end

Melinda - more or less

in dreams

Lovely lady falling

laughing down the glory

of a rainbow

lovely lady reaching

screaming for the comfort

of the day glow

Melinda - more or less

Melinda - more or less

 

Melinda (más o menos)

Not Quite the Same
Way/Linwood

Mavis couldn't
quite make it on Saturday

Beryl was stuck on the tube from Victoria

Cheryl and the rest had all found new boyfriends

The only one left was the one in his head

So he busys himself

quite amusing himself

by abusing himself

All of his life
he had wanted one true love

One girl he could worship all day out all night in

Alas all the girls he had met in his short life

Were girls who always quite looked like his dad's wife

So he busied himself

Quite amusing himself

By abusing himself

Oh dear what a
pity

a pity, what a shame

oh what a shame

Girls on glossy
paper

never quite the same

not quite the same

Always saying
sorry

never quite the same

not quite the same

Sitting one evening
wrapped up in T.V.

his doggy insists that he must find a tree

so he puts on his coat and he searches around

for a platinum lighter he dropped on the ground

and he bruises himself

where he uses himself

for abusing himself

Out in the park
he was walking his doggy

he saw a young lady who made him feel soggy

he spoke to her softly she made not a sound

then he realized that his match he had found

she was losing herself

quite amusing herself

by abusing herself

 

Lo mismo no

Cheetah

Way

 

Cheetah

Ultra-Vivaldi
Way/Monkman

 

Ultra-Vivaldi

Phantasmagoria
Monkman

I bet you sometimes
wondered

what was standing right behind you

keep looking over your shoulder

to see if it's there

the solemn church bell pealing

some Mephistophelean stealing

quietly along through the night

to hide under your bed

Don't ring for
a taxi

don't call a policeman

don't send for a doctor

he'll just give you pills

don't hide in the cellar

you may not believe it

it's probably friendly

just alone like you

So if you get
lonely

just think of the summer

and swimming in sky-blue

drift your mind away

You run upstairs
and lie there

waiting for the floor to creak and

something comes bumpety-bumpety-bump

up the stairs

the time has come to wonder

who could be the owner of that

cold clammy hand that's exploring the end of the bed

So when the next
time comes

you feel you're being followed by a

ghoul with a highly intelligent flair for a bet

just turn and lead it by the hand

and take it home and tell it

take it from me that you need all the

friends you can get

But I keep looking
over my shoulder to see if it's there

But you keep looking
over your shoulder to see if I'm there

"Oh, when
I was a little Ghost,

A merry time had we!

Each seated on his favourite post,

We chumped and chawed the buttered toast

They gave us for our tea."

 

Fantasmagoria

Whose Shoulder Are You Looking Over
Anyway?
Monkman

 

¿Sobre
el hombro de quién estás mirando?

Over & Above
Monkman

One fine night
I left my soul to journey on the wind

Far beyond the stars I watched to see where it would go

In the twilight realms of space

Spirits known but with no face

Eyes to see,

no hands to place around the ether

try and grasp the meaning

why and wherefore of this world

Rested for a while
to see which way the wind would blow

Found ourselves, my soul and I, upon and unknown moon

Barren rocks and ashes strewn

Like the ashes of the mind

Soaring off once more to see

if we could find there

looking for a somewhere

something that would bring us peace

Watch the dawn
of a distant sun

Tells us now that our night has gone

Senses numbed by the blinding light

Countless stars vanish into night

Far away on a distant star

Midnight chimes to sleeping world

Far away on a distant star

Life begins in thousand years

Freed we watched
the universe extend throughout an age

Dared not think, if this is freedom, build yourself a cage

Freedom only of the mind

There exists no other kind

Fettered in your flesh you find escape

is pointless

prison bars meaningless

when you find your soul can fly…

 

Sobre y por encima
de

Once a Ghost, Always a Ghost
Monkman/Linwood

Once upon a time

I stumbled on a master plan

better than a time-machine

simple to understand

just consume a pint of this

and one or two of these

head in arm and hand in hand

we'll haunt the seven-seas

If you choose
we can confuse

your favourite enemy

find a dungeon with a pungent tropicality

waft about and groan a bit

and make him feel at ease

head in arm and hand in hand

we'll haunt the seven-seas



Isn't it original to be invisible

be a ghost and make the most

of when you come to call

nobody will know you're there

unless you care to sneeze

head in arm and hand in hand

we'll haunt the seven-seas

 

Una vez un fantasma,
siempre un fantasma

INTEGRANTES:

MARIE ANTOINETTE

SONJA KRISTINA: VOCALS

DARRYL WAY: PIANO, SYNTHESIZER, TUBULAR BELLS & MELON

FRANCIS MONKMAN: ELECTRIC PIANO & GUITAR

MIKE WEDGWOOD: VOCALS & BASS GUITAR

FLORIAN PILKINGTON-MIKSA: DRUMS

MELINDA (MORE OR LESS)

SONJA KRISTINA: VOCALS & ACOUSTIC GUITAR

DARRYL WAY: VIOLIN

FRANCIS MONKMAN: HARPSICHORD

MIKE WEDGWOOD: BASS GUITAR

ANNIE STEWART: FLUTE

NOT QUITE THE SAME

SONJA KRISTINA: VOCALS

DARRYL WAY: VIOLINS & SYNTHESIZER

FRANCIS MONKMAN: PIANO & SYNTHESIZER

MIKE WEDGWOOD: BASS GUITAR

FLORIAN PILKINGTON-MIKSA: DRUMS

CRISPIAN STEELE-PERKINS: TRUMPET

PAUL COSH: TRUMPET

JIM WATSON: TRUMPET

GEORGE PARNABY: TRUMPET

CHRIS PYNE: TROMBONES

ALAN GOUT: TROMBONES

DAVID PURSER: TROMBONES

STEVE SAUNDERS: TROMBONES

CHEETAH

DARRYL WAY: VIOLIN

FRANCIS MONKMAN: HARPSICHORD & GUITARS

MIKE WEDGWOOD: BASS GUITAR

FLORIAN PILKNGTON-MIKSA: DRUMS


ULTRA-VIVALDI

SEQUENCED ON A SYNTHI 100 SYNTHESIZER

PHANTASMAGORIA

SONJA KRISTINA: VOCALS

DARRYL WAY: VIOLINS

FRANCIS MONKMAN: ORGAN & PIANO

MIKE WEDGWOOD: VOCALS, BASS GUITAR & ACOUSTIC GUITAR

FLORIAN PILKINGTON-MIKSA: DRUMS

WHOSE SHOULDER ARE YOU
LOOKING OVER ANYWAY?

SONJA'S VOICE ANALYSED AND PROCESSED BY A PDP 8/L COMPUTER AND A SYNTHI 100
SYNTHESIZER

OVER AND ABOVE

SONJA KRISTINA: VOCALS

DARRYL WAY: VIOLINS

FRANCIS MONKMAN: ORGAN, ELECTRIC PIANO, SYNTHESIZER, GUITAR, TUBULAR BELLS &
GONG

MIKE WEDGWOOD: VOCALS & BASS GUITAR

FLORIAN PILKINGTON-MIKSA: DRUMS

FRANK RICOTTI: XYLOPHONE & VIBES

CRISPIAN STEEL-PERKINS: TRUMPET

PAUL COSH: TRUMPET

JIM WATSON: TRUMPET

ALAN GOUT: TROMBONES

DAVID PURSER: TROMBONES

STEVE SAUNDERS: TROMBONES

ONCE A GHOST, ALWAYS
A GHOST

SONJA KRISTINA: VOCALS

FRANCIS MONKMAN: HARPSICHORD & ASSORTED PERCUSSION

MIKE WEDGWOOD: VOCALS, GUITAR, BASS GUITAR & ASSORTED PERCUSSION

FLORIAN PILKINGTON-MIKSA: DRUMS & ASSORTED PERCUSSION

FRANK RICOTTI: VIBES & CONGAS

JIM WATSON: TRUMPET

PAUL COSH: TRUMPET

GEORGE PARNABY: TRUMPET

MAL LINWOOD-ROSS: ASSORTED PERCUSSION

JEAN AKERS: ASSORTED PERCUSSION

COLIN CALDWELL: ASSORTED PERCUSSION

PRODUCIDO POR CURVED
AIR & COLIN CALDWELL