(CD, Mellow Records 1996 )
Tracks
SINFONIA DELLA LUNA, part 1
HÖSTSONATEN:
i. Sunset
ii. Starfields
iii. Forest
iv. Ghosts Of Summer Evenings
v. Watersong
vi. Spirals
vii. Seascape
viii. Morning
REMEMBER YOU
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER, part I
Musicians
FABIO ZUFFANTI (Bass, synths, classical guitar, vocals)
STEFANO MARELLI (Electric, acoustic, classical & 12 strings guitars)
OSVALDO GIORDANO (Synthetisers, mellotron)
FABIO CASANOVA (Minimoog)
BORIS VALLE (Piano, minimoog)
EDMONDO ROMANO (Sax, recorders)
FRANCESCA BIAGINI (Flute)
MARCO CAVANI (Drums, electronic percussion and programming)
CLAUDIO CASTELLINI (Vocals on ” The rime…”)
CARLO CARNEVALI (Vocals and narration on.” The rime…” )
Credits
All songs by Fabio Zuffanti except for Sinfonia della luna part 1 by K. Hayashy, Remember you by A. Nakamura and Watersong by Boris ValleThe lyrics for The rime of the ancient mariner was written by Samuel Taylor Xoleridge
Arranged by Fabio Zuffanti
Produced By Fabio Zuffanti and Osvaldo Giordano
Recorded at the ‘New musical box’ studio during semmer/autumn 1996
Engineered by Osvaldo Giordano and Doriana Barbè
Mixed by Fabio Zuffanti and Osvaldo Giordano
Cover paint by Gustave Moreau
Graphyc by Alberto Tagliati, Davide Perrone and Fabio Zuffanti
Photos by Stefano Marelli, Alberto Tagliati and Roberta Borgogno
Lyrics
HÖSTSONATEN:
i. Sunset (instrumental)
ii. Starfields
Yet she looks ‘cross the trees, at the sky
Alone in her cold
Hair like a silver’s arcade
Are driven by the wind
Fortell the dusk that quickly is to come
To cover the earth
And when the obscurity is set
O wind swept away the cloudsFortell the dusk that quickly is to come
To cover the earthAnd when the obscurity is set
O wind swept away the shapes
Now she waves her hands and her eyes
And re – lies down on the land
A glow in her heart, in her soul
Is woken by the warmth of the sun
Fortell the dawn, a new life inside
As the birds sings her name
Luminous waters at her feet
Wash her fears away
iii. Forest (instrumental)
iv. Ghosts of summer evenings
Climbing
To feel a way to know
Now all your fears are touching
Pictures of silent ponds
Flowing out the outside of your house
The center of your trace
The holy signs of life
Approaching to a nameless world
To lie once again
To reach another point of wiew
To deny all that I saw
To deny all that I saw
v. Watersong (instrumental)
vi. Spirals (instrumental)
vii. Seascape
A million pearls float around this
Ever changing colour world
Like a sword they’ll find out
Sunlight in a dark’ ning sky
Far away they’ll find
The land
Breathe the air
Touch my body
In this immense sound of waves
I’ll wake up and listen
To the heartbeat of the sea
And the fire, at last
Will burst
viii. Morning (instrumental)
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER, Part 1
It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
“By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?
“The Bridegroom’s doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
May’st hear the merry din.”
He holds him with his skinny hand,
“There was a ship,” quoth he.
“Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!”
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.
He holds him with his glittering eye–
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years child:
The Mariner hath his will.
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone:
He cannot chuse but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.
The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the light-house top.
The Sun came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came he!
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.
Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon–
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.
The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot chuse but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.
And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o’ertaking wings,
And chased south along.
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled.
And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken–
The ice was all between.
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!
At length did cross an Albatross:
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God’s name.
It ate the food it ne’er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The helmsman steered us through!
And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariners’ hollo!
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
“God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!–
Why look’st thou so?”-With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS.
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