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Marianne Faithfull: A Collection Of Her Best Recordings

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s

Artist: Marianne Faithfull
Title: A Collection Of Her Best Recordings
Released: 1994.08.23
Label: Island Records
Time: 49:06
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Appears with:
Category: Pop/Rock
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Purchase date:  2003.07.13
Price in €: 9,99
Web address: www.marianne-faithfull.net

 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Broken English (M.Faithfull/B.Reynolds/Ch.F.Mavety/S.D.York/T.P.Stannard) - 4:35
[2] The Ballad of Lucy Jordan (S.Silverstein) - 4:09
[3] Working Class Hero (J.Lennon) - 4:40
[4] Guilt (B.Reynolds) - 5:08
[5] Why'd Ya Do it (M.Faithfull/H.Williams/B.Reynolds/Ch.F.Mavety/S.D.York/T.P.Stannard) - 6:47
[6] Ghost Dance (P.J.Smith/L.Kaye) - 4:33
[7] Trouble in Mind [The Return](R.M.Jones) - 4:23
[8] Times Square [live] (B.Reynolds) - 4:56
[9] Strange Weather (T.Waits/K.Brennan) - 4:13
[10] She (A.Badalamenti/M.Faithfull) - 3:24
[11] As Tears Go by (M.Jagger/K.Richards/A.Oldham) - 2:35

Tracks [1]-[10] Island recordings
Track [11] Decca recording

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


MARIANNE FAITHFULL - Tambourine, Vocals

MARK ISHAM - Producer
ANGELO BADALAMENTI - Producer
MARCUS MILLER - Producer
ANDREW LOOG OLDHAM - Producer
KEITH RICHARDS - Producer
DON WAS - Producer
HAL WILLNER - Producer
CHRIS BLACKWELL - Compilation
BRUCE WEBBER - Cover Photography
GREG MANKOWITZ - Photography
LYNN GOLDSMITH - Photography
MICHEL COMTE - Photography
GEORGE DUBOSE - Photography
DAVID DALTON - Liner Notes

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1994 CD Island Records 524 004-2
1994 CS Island Records 524 004-4



This best-of basically covers the years 1979 to 1994, though it reaches back to 1964 for Marianne Faithfull's first recording and first hit, "As Tears Go By," and includes "She," slated for the upcoming 1995 album A Secret Life. Five of the 11 songs are drawn from Faithfull's strongest album, 1979's Broken English, including the bitter title track and "Why'd Ya Do It." Otherwise, compiler Chris Blackwell makes little attempt to present a balance among Faithfull's recordings — there is nothing at all from Dangerous Acquaintances or A Child's Adventure, and only one track each from Strange Weather and Blazing Away. But there is a good newly recorded cover of Patti Smith's "Ghost Dance" co-produced by Keith Richards and featuring other members of the Rolling Stones, and Blackwell rescues Faithfull's rendition of the title theme for the movie Trouble in Mind from the soundtrack album. It adds up to an excellent compilation that highlights Faithfull's strengths as a singer.

William Ruhlmann - All-Music Guide, © 1992 - 2003 AEC One Stop Group, Inc.



What the Critics Say...

Q Magazine (11/94, p.138) - 3 Stars - Good - "...A brave woman, and a brave compilation..."

Entertainment Weekly (9/9/94, p.84) - "...vengeful songs about women enduring midlife crises to a rock/disco/reggae rhythm both innovative and tough..." - Rating: B+

Alternative Press (12/94, p.110) - "...a voice that was equal parts gravel, nicotine and venom...a sort of smoky Marlene Dietrich for the Me Generation..."


Auf dieser geschmackvoll gestalteten Compilation sind die absoluten Highlights einer Sängerin zusammengestellt, die den steinigen Weg von einer Klosterschülerin über die Geliebte der Herren Rolling Stones Jagger, Richards & Jones bis hin zu einer bemerkenswerten Interpretin von Brecht/Weill immer bis an den Rand der Selbstzerstörung gegangen ist. Die CD beginnt mit Meilensteinen wie der Ode an Baader-Meinhof ("Broken English"), der dramatischen Gesellschaftsanklage "The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan" und dem stolzen Bekenntnis "Working Class Hero", das den Vergleich mit dem Original John Lennons nicht zu scheuen braucht. Weiter geht es mit der Selbstanklage "Guilt" und Patty Smiths "Ghost Dance" zu dem grandios-furchtbaren "Why D'ya Do It" und weiteren Stücken wie "Strange Weather" von Tom Waits und einer hochwertigen Live-Version von "Times Square" bis zum unvermeidlichen "As Tears Go By", das 1964 noch mit heller und klarer Stimme gesungen wurde. Dabei ist es vor allem die mittlerweile morbid-brüchige und dennoch starke Stimme Marianne Faithfulls, die den späteren Stücken die Bedeutung verschafft, die sie wirklich verdient haben. Diese Frau braucht uns nichts mehr beweisen, wir müssen nur hinhören.

Johannes Minnich - Amazon.de
 

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BROKEN ENGLISH

Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan
What are you fighting for ?
It's not my security.

It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in Russian,
Don't say it in German.
Say it in broken English,
Say it in broken English.

Lose your father, your husband,
Your mother, your children.
What are you dying for ?
It's not my reality.

It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in Russian,
Don't say it in German.
Say it in broken English,
Say it in broken English.

What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?

What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?

Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan.
What are you fighting for ?
It's not my security.

It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in Russian,
Don't say it in German.
Say it in broken English,
Say it in broken English.

Say it in broken English,
Say it in broken English.

What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting for ?
What are you fighting ...


THE BALLAD OF LUCY JORDAN

The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair ...


WORKING CLASS HERO

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
But you really can't function you're so full of fear of fear
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
TV TV TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to live like the folks on the hill.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.


GUILT

I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.

I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.
I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.

I never lied to my lover,
But if I did I would admit it.
If I could get away with murder
I'd take my gun and I'd commit it.
I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor,
I'm like a curious child, give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more.

I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough.
I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough.

I never stole a scarf from Harrods,
But if I did you wouldn't miss it.
I never stole a doll from Lovecraft,
But if I did you know I'd kiss it.
I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor,
I'm like a curious child, just give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more.

I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt.

Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt
Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt ...


WHY'D YA DO IT

When I stole a twig from our little nest
An' I gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak,
I had my balls and my brains put into a vice
An' twisted all around for a whole fuckin' week.

Whydyado it, she said,
Why'd you let that trash
Get a hold of your cock,
An' get stoned on MY hash ?

Whydyado it she said,
Whydya let her suck your cock ?
Oh, do me a favour,
Don put me in the dock.

Whydyado it, she said,
They're Mine all your tools,
You just tied me to the mast
Of the Ship of Fools.

Whydyado it, she said,
When you know it makes me sore ?
'Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny
An' I believe in giving to the poor.

Whydyado it, she said,
Whydya spit on my Snatch,
Are we out of love now,
Is this just a bad patch ?

Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did ?
You drove my ego
To a really bad skid.

Whydyado it, she said,
Ain't nothin' to laugh,
You just tore all our kisses
Right in half.

Whydyado it, she screamed,
After all we've said
Every time I see your dick
I see her cunt in my bed.

Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did,
Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did,
Betray my little oyster
For such a low bid ?

The whole room was swirling,
But her lips were still curling.

Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did
Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did
Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did,
Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado it she said,
Why'd you DO WHAT YOU DIIIIIIIID ?

Oh Big Grain Mother
I Love You Forever
With Your Barbed Wire Pussy
And Your good and bad weather.

Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did
Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did
Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did
Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did

Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did
Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did
Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did
Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did

Whydyado it, she said,
Whydyado what you did ...


GHOST DANCE

We shall live again, we shall live.

What is it children that falls from the sky ?
Tayi, taya, tayi, aye ya.
Mannah from Heaven from most high,
Food from the Father, tayi, taye ya.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the grief.

Peace to your brother, give and take heed,
Tayi, taya, it left two feet.
One foot extended, snake to the ground,
Wave of the Earth, one turn around.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again,shake out the grief, babe.

Stretch out your arms now dip and sway,
Fruit of thy bird, tayi, taya.
Threw off your shoe, haul off the sow,
Dust off the words that shape from the tale.

We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.

Here we are, Father, here, Holy Ghost,
Bread of your bread, host of your host.
We are the tears that fall from your eyes,
Word of your word, cry of your cry.

We shall live again, we shall live again.
We shall live again, we shall live.

What is it, Father, in your eye,
What is this grave sign, eyes to cry.
Blood of my baby, well, just what I need.
What is it, hide me, way off to speed.

Who is it, Father, holy that night ?
What is it, Father, that moves to the right ?
What is it, Father, isn't it pain ?
What is it, Father, that shapes from your main ?

What is it, Father, supposed to be brave ?
A lot of questions, the right to live
What is it, baby, I can't do.
Your mama loves you, I'm dying, too.

I won't forget you, never lie
I'll always love you till I die ...


TROUBLE IN MIND [THE RETURN]

Trouble in mind, I'm blue,
But I won't be blue always
The sun will shine
In my back door some day.

Trouble in mind, that's true,
I have almost lost my mind.
Life ain't worth living,
Sometimes I feel like dying.

I'm gonna lay my head
On some lonesome railroad line,
Let the 2:19 train
Ease my trouble in mind.

Trouble, oh trouble
Trouble's on your worried mind.
When you see me laughing, baby,
I'm laughing just to keep from crying.

I'm going down to the river
I'm gonna take my old rocking chair
And if those blues overtake me,
I'm gonna rock on away from there.

Trouble in mind, I'm blue,
My poor heart is beating slow.
Never had no trouble
In my life before.

Never had no trouble
In my life before.


TIMES SQUARE [LIVE]

In a tired part of the city
Waiting for some fast talk, watch 'don't walk' to 'walk'.
Easy when you're dreaming standing in a circle,
Staring at the movies, laughing at the wrong time.

If alcohol could take me there,
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.
Take a walk around Times Square
With a pistol in my suitcase, and my eyes
On the TV.

In a car, taking the back seat, staring out the window,
Thinking about danger.
Playing in a wrong chord, fighting but I'm not free,
Talking on the telephone, talking about you and me.

If Jesus Christ could take me there
I'd fall down on my knees
And have no questions to His answers.
Take a walk around Times Square
With a pistol in my suitcase, and my eyes
On the TV.

And if I die gaining my senses
Wake up in a hotel, staring at the ceiling.


STRANGE WEATHER

Will you take me across the Channel,
London Bridge is falling down.
Strange a woman tries to save
What a man will try to drown.
And he's the rain that they predicted,
It's the forecast every time.
The rose has died because you picked it
An' I believe that brandy's mine.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

The word is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around.
And nothing is the matter
For I never cry in town.
And a love like ours, my dear,
Is best measured when it's down.
And I never buy umbrellas,
For there's always one around.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

And you know that it's beginning,
And you know that it's the end
When once again we are strangers
And the fog comes rolling in.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.


SHE

She lives alone with no one
Who can see she's unhappy.
She knows what she lost,
Still she is waiting for more.

She could be living in hell
And not know someone loves her.
What can she do,
What is she waiting for ?

The day turns to night
He just can't find the right words to tell her
Twisting and turning and looking for
Something to say.

If you would let me hold you
I wouldn't walk away
That's what he wants,
That's what he wants to say.

What can she lose,
What is she waiting for ?

He knows when she cries
And he saw through the lies that she told him.
She's dreaming and planning
Of how she could ask him to stay.

If you would let me love you,
I wouldn't be the same.
Please can we try,
Please can we try again ?


AS TEARS GO BY

It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

My riches can't buy everything,
I want to hear the children sing.
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Doing things I used to do
They think are new,
I sit and watch as tears go by.

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm ...

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