Ladies of the Road (Islands, 1971)

La 21st Century Schizoid Band... No es King Crimson, pero quizá sean los músicos que con mayor razón puedan defender un tema crimsoniano. Mel Collins, Ian McDonald, el fallecido Ian Wallace y los hermanos Giles los avalan.

Sailor's Tale (Islands, 1971)

Las viejas leyendas de marineros hablan de noches oscuras y terrores abisales

Crónicas de Nueva Crimsoniana - Prelude: Song of the Gulls

Realmente me descubrió en sueños.

Estaba en casa de una amiga, no sé bien qué hora sería, estaba oscuro, pero en estos inviernos polares nunca se sabe, siempre es de noche. El caso es que yo era totalmente nueva (sigo siéndolo, a decir verdad) con el asunto de los Crimson. Me eché en el sofá con los audífonos puestos, dispuesta a escuchar, como quien hace su tarea o como quien estudia para un examen, todo el material de los Crimson que me había bajado. No tardé mucho en quedarme dormida. Imagino que soñé con juglares, marionetas, lagartos e islas.

Las gaviotas me trajeron lentamente de vuelta. No podía comprender nada. Desde dónde me encontraba, en qué tiempo del día estábamos... y si todavía seguía escuchando a los Crimson, porque esto no se parecía en nada a lo que había escuchado antes. Revisé, no sólo una, sino tres o cuatro veces. Era correcto. Era la Canción de las Gaviotas en las Islas. “Vaya”, pensé. Me senté bien y la volví a tocar.

Esta melodía es realmente una delicia. ¿Qué prodigio tendría la capacidad de crear, colocar las notas de tal manera que el oído llegue a un éxtasis astral? Bueno, no podría ser otro que Mister Fripp. No cualquiera logra juntar sonidos de una manera tan exquisita. Ciertamente, te traslada a una isla, te rodea de aves marinas, te vuelve pez y te atrapa entre las olas, te llena de sal. A la hora del amor, es una caricia más.

Puedo oír a las gaviotas afuera. La primavera las llena de ganas y las pone en celo. Hay que tener cuidado con las que empollan. Ya me ha pasado que he recibido un picotazo en la cabeza...

Formentera Lady (Islands, 1971)

Voces e instrumentos mágicos en una isla mágica

Ladies of the Road (Islands, 1971)

Como manzanas robadas en la juventud

Letras: Islands

Formentera Lady (Fripp / Sinfield)
Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore-line
Cornered by the cactus and the pine.
Here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow
Down a sun-baked crumpled stony road.

Dusty wheels leaning rusting in the sun;
Snuff brown walls where Spanish lizards run.
Here I'm shadowed by a dragon fig tree's fan
Ringed by ants and musing over man.

I'll unwind my old strings while the sun shine down
Won't climb any high thing while the sun shine.
Formentera Lady sing your song for me
Formentera Lady sweet lover.

Lamplights glows on old guitars the travellers strum;
Insence children dance to an Indian drum.
Here Odysseus charmed for dark Circe fell,
Still her perfume lingers still her spell.

Time's grey hand won't catch me while the sun shine down
Untie and unlatch me while the stars shine.
Formentera Lady dance your dance for me
Formentera Lady dark lover.

Sailor's Tale (Fripp)
Instrumental

The Letters (Fripp / Sinfield)
With quill and silver knife
She carved a poison pen
Wrote to her lover's wife:
"Your husband's seed has fed my flesh".

As if a leper's face
That tainted letter graced
The wife with choke-stone throat
Ran to the day with tear-blind eyes.

Impaled on nails of ice
And raked with emerald fire
The wife with soul of snow
With steady hands begins to write:

"I'm still, I need no life
To serve on boys and men
What's mine was yours is dead
I take my leave of mortal flesh"

Ladies Of The Road (Fripp / Sinfield)
A flower lady's daughter
As sweet as holy water
Said: "I'm the school reporter
Please teach me", well I taught her.

Two fingered levi'd sister
Said, "Peace", I stopped I kissed her.
Said, "I'm a male resister",
I smiled and just unzipped her.

High diving chinese trender
Black hair and black suspender
Said, "Please me no surrender
Just love to feel your Fender".

All of you know that the girls of the road
Are like apples you stole in your youth.
All of you know that the girls of the road
Been around but are versed in the truth.

Stone-headed Frisco spacer
Ate all the meat I gave her
Said would I like to taste hers
And even craved the flavour

"Like marron-glaced fish bones
Oh lady hit the road!"

All of you know that the girls of the road
Are like apples you stole in your youth.
All of you know that the girls of the road
Been around but are versed in the truth.

Prelude: Song of the Gulls (Fripp)
Instrumental

Islands (Fripp / Sinfield)
Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island.
My sunsets fade
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after grain love erodes my
High weathered walls which fend off the tide
Cradle the wind
to my island.

Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide
Mournfully glide o'er my island.
My dawn bride's veil, damp and pale,
Dissolves in the sun.
Love's web is spun - cats prowl, mice run
Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes
Violet skies
Touch my island,
Touch me.

Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace
Islands join hands
'Neathe heaven's sea.

Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone
Hungrily reach from my island.
Clutch sailor's words - pearls and gourds
Are strewn on my shore.
Equal in love, bound in circles.
Earth, stream and tree return to the sea
Waves sweep sand from my island,
from me.

Islands (1971)

Islands
Publicado en 1971

Tracks

01 - Formentera Lady
02 - Sailor's Tale
03 - The Letters
04 - Ladies of the Road
05 - Islands

Personal

Robert Fripp: guitar, mellotron, Peter's pedal harmonium, sundry implements
Peter Sinfield: words, sounds and visions
Boz Burrell: bass, lead vocals, choreography
Mel Collins: saxophones, flutes, mellotron
Ian Wallace: drums, percussion

Paulina Lucas – soprano
Keith Tippett – piano
Robin Miller – oboe
Mark Charig – cornet
Harry Miller – double bass

Letras

The Sailor's Tale (Islands, 1971)

Las corrientes te arrastran hacia islas desconocidas