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Sir Elton John: Made in England

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: William A. Bong Ltd.
Released: 1996
Time:
 52:46
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s):
Rating: **........ (2/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.eltonjohn.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2010.04.15
Price in €: 2,00





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[1] Believe (E.John/B.Taupin) - 4:55
[2] Made in England (E.John/B.Taupin) - 5:09
[3] House (E.John/B.Taupin) - 4:27
[4] Cold (E.John/B.Taupin) - 5:37
[5] Pain (E.John/B.Taupin) - 3:49
[6] Belfast (E.John/B.Taupin) - 6:29
[7] Latitude (E.John/B.Taupin) - 3:34
[8] Please (E.John/B.Taupin) - 3:52
[9] Man (E.John/B.Taupin) - 5:16
[10] Lies (E.John/B.Taupin) - 4:25
[11] Blessed (E.John/B.Taupin) - 5:01

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Elton John - Piano, Harmonium, Keyboards, Vocals, Vocals (bckgr), Producer, String Arrangements

Guy Babylon - Keyboards, Programming, Backing Vocals
Bob Birch - Bass, Backing Vocals
Teddy Borowiecki - Accordion
Paul Brennan - Pipes, Flute
Paul Buckmaster - Orchestra, Arrangements
Paul Carrack - Hammond Organ
Ray Cooper - Percussion
Dermont Crehan - Violin
Davey Johnstone - Guitar, Mandolin, Banjo, Backing Vocals
Charlie Morgan - Drums

London Session Orchestra - Strings
Gavyn Wright - Conductor, Leader

Greg Penny - Producer, Mixing
Jon Ingoldsby - Engineer, Mixing
Andy Strange - Assistant Engineer
Greg Penny - Audio Mixer
Jon Ingoldsby - Audio Mixer
Chris Bellman - Mastering
George Martin - Arranger, Conductor, Horn, String Arrangements
Guy Babylon - Arranger
Paul Buckmaster - Arranger, Conductor, Orchestration
Steve Brown - Coordination
Adrian Collee - Studio Coordinator
Greg Gorman.- Photography

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1995 CD Rocket Group Pty LTD 526185
1995 CS Rocket Group Pty LTD 5261854
1995 CS Island/Mercury 3145269154
1995 CD Island Records 852 093
1995 CD Rocket Group Pty LTD 526915
2004 CD Phantom Import Distribution EJSCD37

Recorded at Air Studios, London, England.

There is no denying the musicianship of this Oscar- and Grammy-winning artist. Elton John composes songs steeped in thecraft of old-time tunesmithing. His dreamily melodic, catchy-chorus, piano-based writing style has been gobbled up by the public for decades. But as strongly evidenced on this album, his 35th (including greatest-hits records and boxes), John and lyricist Bernie Taupin want to simplify their lives. The one-word titles on all except the title track are indicative of the unadorned sentiments expressed on this collection. MADE IN ENGLAND is John at his most mature - no fantastic Captains or manic Liberace-isms, just a songwriter trying toentertain his audience on that smooth sail without making too many waves. Beatles producer George Martin adds his special touch on the lushly arranged folk/waltz "Latitude", a sensitive standout. The heavily orchestrated "Belfast" begins like a pretty soundtrack theme but soon turns lyrically sorrowful and dark. MADE IN ENGLAND moves with ease from the passionate ballad "Believe" to the plucky, Tennessee Williams-inspired "Lies", with its bravado ivory tinkling. Spirited pop tunes like the mid-tempo "Please" and pensive ballads like "Cold" are as irresistible as ever, but the singer's excesses are gone from his music just as they are from his life.What remains are proper and secure songs, a notch or two above those of most other pop tunesmiths.

The Song Believe was nominated for a 1996 Grammy Award for Best Male Pop Vocal Performance.



Made in England could as easily be the follow-up to Elton John's self-titled 1970 album as his first recording since the success of his songs for the Lion King soundtrack. John has brought back some of his old associates, including percussionist Ray Cooper, guitarist Davey Johnstone, and, particularly, orchestrator Paul Buckmaster, who gave the Elton John album its distinctive sound 25 years ago and contributes four string charts here. John remains a musical jukebox: "Please" has a twangy guitar riff that sounds like the Searchers, circa 1965, while guest organist Paul Carrack brings a soulful Booker T.-like feel to "Man." As usual, though, John's main vocal influence remains John Lennon, especially on the album's first single, "Believe," the lyrics to which also echo the tone of several of Lennon's solo ballads. Lyricist Bernie Taupin is unusually personal, writing mostly in short, simple, declarative sentences and giving his songs one-word titles ("House," "Cold," "Pain," etc.). His overall theme posits a positive conclusion ("Blessed") eventually triumphing over adversity ("Lies"). John never works up much feeling for this concept, though he does come off alternately angry and solemn as the lyrics seem to require, though without ever upsetting the melodic flow. It sounds, in other words, as if Taupin had a lot to get off his chest this time around, but his mouthpiece, as usual, was more interested in the sound of the words than in their meaning. Which, given the predictability of the message, seems to have been just as well.

William Ruhlmann - All Music Guide



Reginald Kenneth Dwight packt wieder mal der Blues: Im aufwendigen Schwarzweißvideo zur neuen Single Believe beschwört er gestenreich die verblichenen Werte von Romantik und Redlichkeit. Okay Sir - aber Made In England kommt über plumpe, von Bernie Taupin verfaßte Plattheiten kaum hinaus. Das gilt auch für die Musik, obwohl Elton John mit Produzent Greg Penny (k.d.lang) bewußt auf Risikokurs ging. So droht dem ölig lamentierenden "Lion King" ein ähnliches Schicksal wie dem ehemals stolzen britischen Pfund: der Absturz.

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Erinnerungen an das gute alte "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" werden hier wach. Kein Wunder: Produzent Greg Penny (k.d. lang) war damals 16 Jahre alt, großer Elton-John-Fan - und als Autogrammjäger zu Besuch bei den "Road"-Sessions. Am neuen Album arbeiteten ferner Eltons kongenialer Texter Bernie Taupin. Davey Johnstone und Paul Buckmaster sowie das London Session Orchestra mit. Nach der Nummer-eins-Soundtrack-Single "Circle Of Life", der Ego-Scheibe "The One" und den eher einfallslosen "Duets" gibt es nun endlich wieder Elton John pur. "Made In England" klingt trotz seiner symphonischen Fülle wie ein schlichtes Unplugged-Werk. Der Star gibt sich weniger exaltiert als bisher, er hat es nicht mehr nötig, den Pfau zu spielen. Gesang, Piano und die Songs sind sein Kapital, und das nutzt er.

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Believe

I believe in love, it's all we got
Love has no boundaries, costs nothing to touch
War makes money, cancer sleeps
Curled up in my father and that means something to me
Churches and dictators, politics and papers
Everything crumbles sooner or later
But love, I believe in love

I believe in love, it's all we got
Love has no boundaries, no borders to cross
Love is simple, hate breeds
Those who think difference is the child of disease
Father and son make love and guns
Families together kill someone
Without love, I believe in love

Without love I wouldn't believe
In anything that lives and breathes
Without love I'd have no anger
I wouldn't believe in the right to stand here
Without love I wouldn't believe
I couldn't believe in you
And I wouldn't believe in me
Without love

I believe in love
I believe in love
I believe in love


Made in England

I was made in England out of Cadillac muscle
I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother
I had Little Richard and that black piano
Oh that sweet Georgia Peach and the boy from Tupelo

Oh, I was made in England
Oh, I was made in England

I was made in England out of Cadillac muscle
Face down on a playground crying God send me a brother
Not a bloody nose for Rock and Roll
Give me that sweet Georgia Peach and the boy from Tupelo

I was made in England like a blue Cortina
But a Yankee summer had a way about her
You had a scent for scandal, well here's my middle finger
I had forty years of pain and nothing to cling to

If you're made in England, you're built to last
You can still say 'homo' and everybody laughs
But the joke's on you, you never read the song
They all think they know but they all got it wrong


House

This is my house
This is where I live
That is the winter
Those are the trees
I can hear them breathe
This is my bed
This is where I sleep
That was the dark
Those are my dreams
They belong to me

This is my floor
This is where I lie
This is a square room
That was a bright light
These are not my eyes
What is my soul
Where is my tired heart
That is the question
Where is the answer
Inside my house

And I sit by the window
And I wish I was rain
I want to fall from the sky
I want to get wet all over again

'Cause this my house
It belongs to me
Inside my head
It's all that's left
This is my house
This is my bed
This is where I sleep
That was the dark
Those are my dreams
They belong to me

This is my house


Cold

You don't love him any more
He threw your rag doll out the door
I keep my distance, I held my breath
Love always ends up hanging by a thread

Love hurts so much
Love leaves a scar
'I don't love you' is like a stake
Being driven through your heart

But I don't care
I came back for you
Love is cruel, but I don't care
I wanted you, and I'm cold, cold, cold

You said don't cry to me
He said I'm a dead man if you leave
I have no feelings, I have no heart
Love always cuts out the warm and tender part

Love hurts so much
Love cuts so deep
It's a hot sweat and a cold shake
Like drowning in your sleep


Pain

What's your name, my name is Pain
Where do you live, I live anyplace
Where were you born, in the state of fear
How old are you, nineteen hundred and ninety four years

What's your plan, my plan is pain
When will you leave, I'll never go away
How will you breathe, you'll give me life
How will you see, sitting in the temple right between your eyes

My name is Pain, you belong to me
You're all I wanted, I'm all you'll ever be
From the beginning in a world without end
I am the air, I am Pain

Pain is love, Pain is pure
Pain is sickness, Pain is the cure
Pain is death, Pain is religion
Pain is life, Pain is television

Pain walks, Pain crawls
Pain is peace, Pain is war
Where were you born, in the state of fear
How old are you, nineteen hundred and ninety four years

My name is Pain, you belong to me
You're all I ever wanted, I'm all you'll ever be
From the beginning in a world without end
I am the air, I am Pain


Belfast

Deep inside my soul fights a war
I can't explain, I can't cross over any more
All I see are dirty faces
Rain and wire, and common sense in pieces
But I try to see through Irish eyes
Belfast

Look outside, summer's lost and gone
It's a long walk on a street of right and wrong
In every inch of sadness
Rocks and tanks go hand in hand with madness
But I never saw a braver place
Belfast

And it's sad when they sing, and hollow ears listen
Of smoking black roses, on the streets of Belfast
And so say your lovers from under the flowers
Every foot of this world needs an inch of Belfast

Who's to say on whom heaven smiles
Our different ways we try hard to recognise
No more enchanted evenings
The pubs are closed and all the ghosts are leaving
But you'll never let them shut you down
Belfast

The enemy is not at home
A jealous green streaks down this faulty diamond
No bloody boots or crucifix
Can ever hope to split this emerald island
But I never saw a braver face
Belfast


Latitude

Grey London morning, wet London streets
Rain on the window, wind in the trees
It's my time to write, it's your time to call
There's something about distance that gets to us all

Dark clouds above me, little people below
All walk with a purpose with someplace to go
It's my place to paint my own selfish scene
On this cold lonely canvas, it's just the weather and me

And latitude
Fold back the morning and bring on the night
There's an alien moon
That hangs between darkness and light
Latitude between me and you
You're a straight line of distance
A cold strech of black across blue
Latitude

Cracks in the sidewalks, dogs on the run
An old poster reading "Give us your sons"
Window frames capture moments in time
But latitude captures the heart and the mind


Please

We've been crippled in love, short changed, hung out to dry
We've chalked on the walls a slogan or two about life
Stood dazed in the doorway, the king and queen of clowns
We've been flipped like a coin, both of us landing face-down

So please, please, let me grow old with you
After everything we've been through, what's left to prove
so please, please, please, oh please let me grow old with you

We've been living with sorrow, been up, down and all around
We've buried our feelings a little too deep in the ground
Stood dazed in the doorway, the king and queen of clowns
We've been flipped like a coin, both of us landing face-down

But tied to the same track, the two of us look back
At oncoming trains ahead
How many more times can we lay on the line
Watching our love hang by a thread


Man

Man stands in all his glory
Sitting at the crossroads of the same old story
Man got his make-up, wears it like a mask
Hides inside a child, lives inside a glass
Man breathes his own deceit
Man worships his own defeat

Oh I'm a man, I know what it feels like
I'm a man, working on the living part of life
You see through me, I understand
But don't lose hope if you can
Have a little faith in man

Shakespeare's men got all the lines
Modern man lives back in time
Man got bravado in his big steel hands
Runs with the wolf, sleeps with the lamb
Man falls, cuts and bleeds
Man stumbles on his own belief

He's the hoax behind the thrill
The poison arrow, the bitter pill
Hard to swallow, hard to kill, hard to understand
He's the light behind the hill
The broken promise, the iron will
Hard to kill, hard to understand


Lies

Some lie about who they love
Some lie about the truth
Some lie to save their lives
Some lie about their youth

Some lie about age and beauty
The conquest of sex
Most lie about the night before
A woman lies for a party dress

I've lied for a stolen moment
I've lied for one more clue
I've lied about most everything
But I never lied to you

And we lie, lie, lie on a streetcar named desire
Oh we lie, lie, lie for that sweet bird of youth
I could be great like Tennessee Williams
If I could only hear something that sounds like the truth

Some lie in the face of death
Some lie about their fame
Some kneel and lie to God
Some lie about their name

Some lie in words and speeches
With every living breath
The young lie with their guitars
The old lie for a little respect

I've lied to lie with danger
I've lied for a drug or two
I've lied about most everything
But I never lied to you

I've lied for a stolen moment
I've lied for one more clue
I've lied about most everything
But I never lied to you.


Blessed

Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said
But I swear you'll be blessed

I know you're still just a dream
your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I've ever seen
Anyway you'll be blessed

And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
You'll be blessed

I need you before I'm too old
To have and to hold
To walk with you and watch you grow
And know that you're blessed

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