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Gary Moore: Wild Frontier

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Virgin Records
Released: 1987
Time:
 56:09
Category: Blues
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: *******... (7/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.gary-moore.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2002.02.09
Price in €: 9,99



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[1] Over the Hills and Far Away (Moore) - 5:20
[2] Wild Frontier (Moore) - 4:14
[3] Take a Little Time - 4:05
[4] The Loner (Middleton/Moore) - 5:54
[5] Wild Frontier [12" Version] (Moore) - 6:38
[6] Friday on My Mind (Vanda/Young) - 4:11
[7] Strangers in the Darkness - 4:38
[8] Thunder Rising (Carter/Moore) - 5:43
[9] Johnny Boy (Moore) - 3:15
[10] Over the Hills and Far Away [12" Version] (Moore) - 7:26
[11] Crying in the Shadows (Moore) - 5:01

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


GARY MOORE - Guitar, Vocals, Producer, Engineer

NEIL CARTER - Keyboards, Vocals
BOB DAISLEY - Bass

PETER COLLINS - Producer
JAMES "Jimbo" BARTON - Producer, Engineer, Mixing
CHRIS PORTER - Producer, Engineer
PETER SMITH - Producer
MIKE "Clay" STONE - Producer
PETE SMITH - Producer
BOB KRAUSHAAR - Mixing
JOHN SWANNELL - Photography
KARENA PERRONET-MILLER - Assistant Photography
BILL SMITH - Cover Design

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1987 CD Virgin 90588-2
1987 CS Virgin 90588-4
1987 LP Virgin 7 90588-1
1987 CD Virgin 86006
1990 CD Atlantic 90588
1994 CD Virgin V2-86006



This album attempted to repeat the pop-metal formula of Gary Moore's 1985 album, Run for Cover, but falls short for various reasons. First, the songwriting wasn't quite up to par and except for "Over the Hills and Far Away, the title track, and "The Loner" - a beautifully moody guitar instrumental, Moore seemed to be going through the motions. Second, and most fatal was the decision to use a drum machine throughout the album; a failed experiment which just plain sounds wrong. Still, this is hardly a bad record, just slightly disappointing.

Ed Rivadavia - All Music Guide
© 1992 - 2001 AEC One Stop Group, Inc.



Singer Michael Stipe finally confesses that even he doesn't know what he's trying to say--among the lines flying by are "tryin' to tell you something we don't know" and "there's something going on that's not quite right." But R.E.M.'s roar is at its sharpest, as Peter Buck's guitars twist up surf riffs and the Bill Berry-Mike Mills rhythm section captures the force of forebears Big Star and the Byrds. After half a decade of college-rock heroism, R.E.M. achieved its first hit album thanks to the rambling "It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" and the gentle (but subtly barbed) "The One I Love."

Steve Knopper - Amazon.com



What the Critics Say...

Q Magazine (7/99, p.136) - 4 stars out of 5 - "...makes interesting archival listening. It shows a group cresting the cusp between art-rock alternative-ism and chart friendliness....the general impression is of a band freed from constraints, rocking with a vengeance..."

Rolling Stone (11/89) - Ranked #41 in Rolling Stone's "100 Best Albums Of The Eighties" survey.



Daß Musik seine Bestimmung ist, daran gab es für Gary Moore, 1952 im nordirischen Belfast geboren, nie größere Zweifel: Bereits in seinen späten Teenager-Jahren spielte er professionell im Bluesrock-Trio Skid Row. Dem Debütalbum mit seiner Gary Moore Band folgten als erste Hochphase des Sängers und Rockgitarristen längere Gastspiele bei Phil Lynotts Thin Lizzy sowie bei Colosseum II. Richtig Auftrieb bekam die Solokarriere gleich zu Beginn 1979 durch den mitreissenden Klassiker "Parisienne Walkways"; bis Mitte der 80er Jahre hielten ihn vor allem seine Live-Shows und Singles wie "Out In The Fields" und "Empty Rooms" im Gespräch. Auf ein noch höheres Erfolgsplateau hievte Moore dann 1987 Wild Frontier. Dafür mimte er alles andere als den wilden Grenzgänger, sondern spielte nur seine Stärken gekonnt aus: glutvolles Saitenspiel, ob gedämpft oder aufgedreht, ohne allzu glatte Routine; in Melodien wie Arrangements die Balance zwischen sensiblem Gespür und forcierter Spannung zu halten; dazu eine Stimme, die den rauhen Kerl mit weicher Schale ebenso überzeugend verkaufen kann wie den Softie mit Rabaukenkern. Auch dank des Titelstücks oder "Over The Hills And Far Away", mit Unterstützung der irischen Folkies The Chieftains, zählt Wild Frontier klar zu den Top Three aus Moores Solo-Repertoire.

Claus Böhm - Amazon.de



Wild Frontier features Gary Moore's bold power guitar, plenty of chops, a heavy rhythm section and warm vocals "Over The Hills And Far Away" (which recalls Moore's Scottish roots in much the same way as Big Country does theirs), "Thunder Rising" and the glorious instrumental "The Loner" (with warm synth and melodic guitar), are out-of-the-ordinary metal that deserves crossover attention.

CMJ New Music Report Issue: 116 - Apr 24, 1987
© 2002 CMJ Network, Inc., Inc. All rights reserved.
 

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OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY

They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.

They marched him to the station house,
he waited till the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.

He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Just where he'd been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms again he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.

Over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and far away.

Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms again she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
As sure as the river reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the sea,
back in her arms is where he'll be.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.


WILD FRONTIER

I remember the old country
they call the emerald land.
And I remember my home town
before the wars began.

Now we're riding on a sea of rage,
the victims you have seen.
You'll never hear them sing again
The Forty Shades Of Green.

We're goin' back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.
Back to the wild frontier.
We're goin' back,
back to the wild frontier.

I remember my city streets
before the soldiers came.
Now armoured cars and barricades
remind us of our shame.

We are drowning in a sea of blood,
the victims you have seen.
Never more to sing again
The Forty Shades Of Green.

We're goin' back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.
Back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.

Those are the days I will remember.
Those are the days I most recall.
We count the cost of those we lost
and pray it's not in vain.
The bitter tears of all those years.
I hope we live to see those days again.

Now we're riding on a sea of rage,
the victims you have seen.
You'll never hear us sing again
The Forty Shades Of Green.

And I remember a friend of mine,
so sad now that he's gone.
They tell me I'll forget
as time goes on.

We're goin' back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.
Back to the wild frontier.
We're goin' back,
back to the wild frontier (can you hear it callin'?).
Back to the wild frontier (can you hear it callin', callin?),
back to the wild frontier.

Those forty shades of green are calling me back home.

Ooh, we're goin' back,
back to the wild frontier.
I'm goin' back,
back to the wild frontier.


TAKE A LITTLE TIME

I know the reason
you turn your back
on things that you don't wanna hear.
I know this feelin'
I get from you
when you try to act so sincere.

But I don't know
what's making you behave this way.
I'm gonna go,
you never hear a word I say.
You better learn to

take a little time
to show me that you care for me.
Take a little time
to show me you're still there for me.

I know the danger,
you're holding all the cards
because you think I'll wait.
You're like a stranger,
you better show your hand
before it gets too late.

But I don't know
what's making you behave this way.
I'm gonna go,
I might as well just walk away,
if you don't learn to

take a little time
to show me that you care for me.
You gotta take a little time
to show me you're still there for me.
You better take a little time
to show me what's been going on.
It's been like this for much too long.
Take a little time.

Don't hand me all these lines.
My eyes are open wide now.
Don't give me all your lies.
I'm gettin' much too wise for you.
Take a little time.
Yeah.

But I don't know
what's making you behave this way.
You never hear a word I say.
I might as well just walk away,
if you don't learn to

take a little time
to show me that you care for me.
You better take a little time
to show me you're still there for me.
You gotta take a little time
to show me what's been going on.
It's been like this for much too long.
Take a little time.
You gotta take a little time.

I'm tellin' you,
you gotta take a little,
take a little time.
Take a little time.
Take a little,
take a little time.

You gotta take a little,
take a little,
you gotta take a little,
take a little time.

I'm tellin' you.
Take a little,
take a little time.

Take a little,
take a little time.


THE LONER

Instrumental.


WILD FRONTIER (12" VERSION)

I remember the old country
they call the emerald land.
And I remember my home town
before the wars began.

Now we're riding on a sea of rage,
the victims you have seen.
You'll never hear them sing again
The Forty Shades Of Green.

We're goin' back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.
Back to the wild frontier.
We're goin' back,
back to the wild frontier.

I remember my city streets
before the soldiers came.
Now armoured cars and barricades
remind us of our shame.

We are drowning in a sea of blood,
the victims you have seen.
Never more to sing again
The Forty Shades Of Green.

We're goin' back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.
Back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.

Those are the days I will remember.
Those are the days I most recall.
We count the cost of those we lost
and pray it's not in vain.
The bitter tears of all those years.
I hope we live to see those days again.

Now we're riding on a sea of rage,
the victims you have seen.
You'll never hear us sing again
The Forty Shades Of Green.

And I remember a friend of mine,
so sad now that he's gone.
They tell me I'll forget
as time goes on.

We're goin' back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.
Back to the wild frontier.
We're goin' back,
back to the wild frontier (can you hear it callin'?).
Back to the wild frontier (can you hear it callin', callin?),
back to the wild frontier.

Back to the wild frontier (can you hear it callin'?).
I'm goin' back,
back to the wild frontier (can you hear it callin', callin'?).
It's calling me,
I hear it calling (can you hear it callin'?).
Oh, the wild frontier is calling me (can you hear it callin', callin'?).

I hear it calling,
hear it calling me back home again (can you hear it callin'?).
We're goin' back to the wild frontier (can you hear it callin', callin'?).
We're goin' back, we're goin' back, we're goin' back.


FRIDAY ON MY MIND

Monday morning feels so bad.
Everybody seems to nag me.
Come on Tuesday I feel better.
Even my old man looks good, huh.
Wednesday just don't go,
Thursday goes too slow.
But I've got Friday on my mind.

Gonna have fun in the city.
Be with my girl, she's so pretty.
She looks fine tonight.
She is outa' sight to me.

Tonight, I'll paint it red.
Tonight, I'll lose my head.
Tonight, I've got to get tonight.
Monday I have Friday on my mind.

Do the five day drag once more.
Know of nothing else that bugs me.
Now I'm working for the rich man, huh.
But I'll change his tune one day.

Tonight I'll get mad,
tomorrow I'll be glad.
'Cause I've got Friday on my mind.

Gonna have fun in the city.
Be with my girl, she's so pretty.
She looks fine tonight.
She is outa' sight to me.

Tonight, I'll paint it red.
Tonight, I'll lose my head.
Tonight, I've got to get tonight.
Monday I have Friday on my mind.

Yeah.

Gonna have fun in the city.
Be with my girl, she's so pretty.
Gonna have fun in the city.
Gonna have some fun.
Be with my girl she's so pretty.
Gonna have some fun.

Gonna have fun in the city, hoh.
Gonna have some fun.
Be with my girl she's so pretty.
In the city tonight.
Gonna have fun in the city.
Be with my girl she's so pretty.


STRANGERS IN THE DARKNESS

Oh, strangers.

He gets this feeling.
It's there within, each time he wakes.
This empty feeling.
Before too long, he'll start to shake.

You see him after midnight
on the city streets.
He turns away
to hide his eyes from those he meets.

Strangers in the darkness.
You see them everywhere.

She's just a young girl.
She's left her home for better times.
She's made the wrong friends.
She's turning to a life of crime.

She sells her fading beauty
to the passers by.
She tries to hide
that faroff look.
It's in her eyes.

Strangers in the darkness.
You see them everywhere.
So many strangers in the darkness.
Why is it no one seems to care?

Ooh, strangers in the darkness.
Strangers in the darkness.

They found him after midnight
on a city street.
A young man with a problem
that he couldn't beat.

Strangers in the darkness.
You see them everywhere.
So many strangers in the darkness.
Why is it no one seems to care?


THUNDER RISING

They looked out from the fortress on the hill.
There came a single warrior returning from the kill.
The spoils of war hung from his horses mane.
The bloody heads of enemies that he had freshly slayed.

They saw the face, the eyes so sullen,
could only be the young Cúchulain.

Thunder rising, thunder rising,
thunder rising early in the morning.
Cities burning,
the world keeps turning.
Thunder rising early in the morning.

The son of Lugh MacEithleen knew no fear.
For just one blow at any foe to tell his end was near.
So many tried to mock this Celtic son.
They taunted and they teased him till
he slayed them one by one.

And so they came, and so they've fallen
at the hands of young Cúchulain.

Thunder rising, thunder rising,
thunder rising early in the morning.
Cities burning,
the world keeps turning.
Thunder rising early in the morning.

Long ago the legend has it,
how the mighty Ulster men
battled with the King Of Connacht,
fighting to the bitter end.
No one knew what foolish reason
caused this skirmish to begin.
Was it treachery or treason,
or just the idle threats of drunken men?

Thunder rising, thunder rising,
thunder rising early in the morning.
Cities burning,
the world keeps turning.
Thunder rising early in the morning.

Thunder rising, thunder rising,
thunder rising early in the morning.
Young men are dying,
the widows are crying.
Thunder rising early in the morning.


JOHNNY BOY

When I hear that wind blow,
all across the Wicklow mountains.
Is it you I hear a calling?
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.

When I look to the west,
out across the River Shannon.
I can still see you smiling.
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.

When the leaves have turned to brown
and winter's due.
As I watch the sun go down,
I'll think of you.

When I hear that wind blow,
all across the Wicklow mountains.
Sure it's you, I'll hear a calling.
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.


OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY (12" VERSION)

Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.

He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Just where he'd been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms again he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.

Over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and far away.

Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms again she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
As sure as the river reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the sea,
back in her arms is where he'll be.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.


CRYING IN THE SHADOWS

Sometimes he sees her walking by.
He never looks her in the eye.
She doesn't know, she doesn't care,
what he is feeling.

And as she turns to walk away,
there is nothing he can say.
She doesn't know.
Why should she care?
When he's alone, she's never there to see him

crying in the shadows
of a love he used to know,
but now it's all over.
Crying in the shadows
of someone he called his own,
but now he's all alone again.

Sometimes she sees him walking by.
She never looks him in the eye.
He doesn't know, he doesn't care,
what she is feeling.

And as he turns to walk away,
there is nothing she can say.
He doesn't know.
Why should he care?
When she's alone, he's never there.
He leaves her

crying in the shadows
of a love she used to know,
but now it's all over.
Crying in the shadows
of someone she called her own,
but now she's all alone again.

But he can see it in her eyes.
And she can feel it in her heart.
Yes, they can feel it in their hearts.
It's tearing them apart,
over and over again.

Crying in the shadows
of a love he used to know,
but now it's all over.
Crying in the shadows
of someone she called her own,
but now she's all alone.

Crying in the shadows
of a love they used to know,
but now it's all over.
Crying in the shadows
of a love they used to know,
but now they're all alone again.

Crying in the shadows.
Crying in the shadows of love.

Crying in the shadows.
Crying in the shadows of love.

Crying in the shadows.
Crying in the shadows of love.

Crying in the shadows.
Crying in the shadows of love.

Crying in the shadows.
Crying in the shadows of love.

Crying in the shadows.
Crying in the shadows of love.

Crying in the shadows.
Crying in the shadows of love.

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