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Peter Hammill: Fix on the Mix

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Label: Rockport Records
Released: 1992.11.15
Time:
 18:43
Category: Progressive Rock
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating:
Media type: CD
Web address: www.sofasound.com
Appears with: Van der Graaf Generator, David Jackson
Purchase date: 2002.05.14
Price in €: 10,99





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[1] Auto [Wieder Im Wagen] (P.Hammill) - 4:05
[2] I Will Find You (P.Hammill) - 4:24
[3] Like A Shot,The Entertainer (P.Hammill) - 5:10
[4] His best girl [Favorit] (P.Hammill) - 5:04

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


PETER HAMMILL - Guitar, Keyboards, Vocals, Producer

NIC POTTER - Bass
JOHN ELLIS - Guitar
DAVID JACKSON - Saxophone

DAVID LORD - Mixing, Producer [2,4]
HEINZ RUDOLF KUNZE - German Lyrics
RIDAUT - Cover Design

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


CD 1993 Fie! Records, FIE 9104 (UK)
CD 1993 EMI Records, 26597 (Canada)
CD 1993 Golden Hind CD 388.7007.2 20 (Germany)



A four-song German-released EP with cuts from Fireships ("I Will Find You") and The Noise ("Like A Shot, The Entertainer") bracketed by German versions of "Auto" (from In A Foreign Town) and "His Best Girl" (from Fireships.) The latter cut, retitled "Favorit", has Hammill sounding quite unlike himself until the end, with his measured delivery of the lyrics (in a somewhat French accent!) Proving highly compelling. "Auto (Wieder im Wagen)", meanwhile, becomes even more chaotic and surreal than the original, though the mix on this version is very weak indeed. A fascinating curiosity, though.

Steven McDonald - All Music Guide
© 1992 - 2002 AEC One Stop Group, Inc.
 

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AUTO (WIEDER IM WAGEN)

Wir fahren - was könnte schöner sein -
Lichtpunkt in der Brandung.
Scheibenwischerrhythmus lädt zum Tanzen ein,
Lichterketten der Autobahn,
lavaheller Gegenwind.
Immer bleibt in der Ferne, was wir sein werden,
je gewesen sind.

Wieder im Wagen,
nichts was uns hier noch hält,
wir haben keine festen Pläne,
aber alle Zeit der Welt.
Komm, steig ein in den Wagen,
egal wohin, mein Kind...
besser voran mit Zuversicht
als zu erreichen was wir sind.

Du enträtselst die Karte
ein dunkles Märchen, das von Schwärmern stammt,
Passierschein für die Unauffindbarkeit,
unsre Fahne in den Fluchtpunkt gerammt.
Ewigkeit am Steuer,
mir ganz egal, wohin die Reise geht.
Ich will soweit fahren,
wie das Radio mir Bach in die Ohren weht.

Wieder im Wagen,
die Nacht ist ein schwarzes Loch,
und siehe wir bewegen uns --
also gibt es uns noch.
Steig ein in das Auto,
hauch den Rückspiegel blind,
besser voran, so hoffen wir,
als zu erreichen was wir sind.

Und wir fahr'n für immer...
und wir fahr'n für immer...
gib zu, auch Du hast schon dran gedacht,
wir fahren weiter, wilder --
in das Nirgendniemandsland der schnellen Bilder.

Wieder im Wagen,
Vollgas die ganze Nacht,
der Highway wahrt sein Geheimnis,
zuviel Zeit im Stand verbracht,
also steig ein in den Wagen,
hauch den Rückspiegel blind,
besser voran mit Zuversicht,
als zu erreichen was wir sind.
Komm, steig ein in den Wagen,
hier versteinern wir doch.
Denn wenn wir in Bewegung sind,
dann pulsieren wir noch.

Steig ein in den Wagen.
Komm, steig ein in den Wagen.
Hör ihm zu, lass dich tragen.
Steig ein.


I WILL FIND YOU

Trapped like a rabbit by the future glare,
onrushing headlights that blind you,
a frightened runaway,
at least you know I care,
I will seek, I will search, I will find you.

We are written in the star-crossed sky,
the spirit music reminds you...
you can run and hide, but surely by and by
I will seek, I will search, I will find you.

Far away, in another life
you say you're going to find your freedom...
don't run away to another life.

Don't be afraid, there's no dark unknown,
no shadow stalking behind you...
don't be afraid,
when you're lost and most alone
I will seek, I will search, I will find you.

Far away, in another life
things might not be so very different...
don't run away to another life.

Trapped like a rabbit by the future glare,
onrushing headlights that blind you,
a frightened runaway,
at least you know I care,
I will seek, I will search, I will find you.


LIKE A SHOT, THE ENTERTAINER

Like a shot from the barrel of a smoking gun, he's not;
still he aims for adoration.
On the spot where the kettle has been called black by the pot
he awaits his true vocation.
You're so hot, eggs are frying where you walk upon the street;
what you got is the secret that he'd trade his soul to keep.
Like a shot he will tell you all his stories -
is that what entertains the entertainer?

Like a shot of the elixir of youth your trade in stock,
both a curse and a protection;
like a shot, in like Flynn, he'll tie his tongue up in a knot
to profess his true affection.
You're so hot, eggs are frying where you walk upon the street;
you're so hot that he turns to tango every time you meet.
Like a shot he'll be thrown upon your mercy -
is that what entertains the entertainer?

Entertain the entertainer....

Like a shot, like a paparazzo picture gone to pot
his decay bears no reversal;
on the rocks he will take his medicine straight
but this is not, I repeat, not dress rehearsal.
You're so hot, eggs are frying where you walk upon the street;
X the spot where he hopes he'll always fall upon his feet.
What a shock when he stumbles in the spotlight -
is that what entertains the entertainer?

Let's talk about something else; let's talk about us;
let's talk about egocentricity; let's talk about keeping it up.

You're so hot, eggs are frying where you walk upon the street;
what you got is the secret that he'd trade his soul to keep.
Like a shot he'll regale you with his stories -
is that what entertains the entertainer?
Like a shot he'll be thrown upon your mercy -
is that what entertains the entertainer?
What a shock when he stumbles in the spotlight -
is that what entertains the entertainer?

Let's talk about something else; let's talk about us;
let's talk about egocentricity; let's talk about keeping it up.


FAVORIT

Bleifuss drückt das GTi Cabriolet
zu der Villa in der Sonne
von Südfrankreich.
Halt den Kopf schief, Baby,
sing für ihn das alte Lied.
In Ewigkeit bist Du sein,
und Du bist immer sein Favorit.

Schneller Vorlauf auf dem flimmernden Urlaubsfilm:
Du brauchst Farbe, hol Dir Strahlen von der Sonnenbank.
Du verwaltest sein Investment
auf der Schönheitsfarm.

Halt den Kopf tief, Baby,
und hab nie das letzte Wort.
In Ewigkeit bist Du sein,
und Du bist immer sein Favorit.

Perlenketten fesseln Dich,
zu spät für die Unabhängigkeit.
In Samt und Seide glüht
das Brandmal seiner Herde.
Zieh den Kopf ein, Baby,
wer hat Dich um Rat gefragt.
Mach Dein Haar schön, Baby,
und hab nie das letzte Wort.
In Ewigkeit bist Du sein,
doch bleibst Du immer sein Favorit?

Bleifuss drückt das GTi Cabriolet.
Die Neue wirk schon fast
wie Deine Tochter.
Bleifuss drückt das GTi Cabriolet.

In Ewigkeit bist Du sein,
doch bleibst Du immer sein Favorit?

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