Mister Do It All


Tras finalizar el verano de 2001, y de forma más esporádica, fui componiendo una serie de canciones nuevas cuando iba teniendo rato durante el curso. La idea era montar un segundo disco del mismo estilo de Squalor contra Daemon, pero mucho más compacto, con canciones épicas y progresivas de folk y rock suave. Comencé registrando dos canciones que tenía medio planteadas cuando estaba montando el anterior disco pero que se quedaron fuera, The Awakening y Pride my Hands with Love. La primera incluía samples de una actuación de Tyrannosaurus Rex en la BBC, guitarra multi-trackeada estilo Queen (salvando las diferencias) y armonías vocales a cuatro voces. La segunda, más sencilla y desnuda, nunca me terminó de convencer.

Poco después, estando convaleciente de una endoscopia para identificar y valorar una hernia de hiato que había comenzado a formárseme, grabé dos composiciones que había ido montando a base de repegados y jugueteos con un teclado Bontempi que me había prestado un compañero de piso, May She Giveth Thou a Kiss, arreglada para piano, y Mister Do It All, canción que da nombre al disco y en la que intentaba definirme o quizás desnudarme. También grabé dos versiones de Tyrannosaurus Rex simplemente por divertimento, y luego decidí que formasen parte del álbum.

Durante el mes que siguió a estas cuatro grabaciones pasé una muy mala racha a nivel personal. Mientras seguía acuñando canciones para el nuevo disco, me di cuenta de que no era capaz de escribir nada que sonase optimista, animado, marchoso o simplemente despreocupado. Temiendo que el disco se convirtiese en un lamento pausado y cargante, y habiendo empezado a juguetear con la electrónica (ver noKnoBpHr34KgR0V3Z), decidí pegar carpetazo y abandonar el proyecto.

Cuando esto ocurrió, muchas de las canciones proyectadas para el disco estaban sólo a medias. Nomad pretendía ser una larga suite de la cual sólo escribí la introducción y grabé una demo guarra que aparece en esta recopilación. Pauline, en la que daba por zanjado una larga y sangrante relación de quiero y no puedo, sólo había llegado a la fase de "canción con acordes y letra con demo grabada". Otros temas, como Recipes, en la que lamento no poder ser de más ayuda a alguien que se obstina por repetir sus fracasos, o Post-Traumatic Conduct Disorder, en la que me pregunto si todos mis desencantos y decepciones me habrán dejado tarado para siempre para la vida social, habían empezado a ser grabados pero aún estaban pendientes de arreglos.

A la hora de remasterizar Squalor contra Daemon, decidí rescatar e intentar recomponer, en la medida de lo posible, este disco abortado. Para ello tomé las seis canciones terminadas y les añadí los dos demos, las dos canciones sin arreglos, y una grabación que hice en 2005 de Those Hills, compuesta en Enero de 2002 pero sin ni siquiera una demo registrada.


Letras:


The Awakening 
The mirror is black
It reflects nothing
It denies to do it this night.
Rowan cannot shave
Meredith cannot put her makeup on
All is dark
And no images are poundered to its surface.

The old clock says "It's twelve"
But nobody goes to bed
'Cause the mirror is black
And some Wizard is inside.
And a light has been seen 
Amongst the dark clouds!

And the spirit is awaken
And nobody can sleep with it
It makes laughters
And shakes his chains!
No one is able to sleep here!

That side of their house
Was dark and cold
And shadows crawled over there.
Those old animals
Made him keep the breathe
While the overwhelming calms stays.

The old clock says "It's twelve"
But nobody goes to bed
'Cause the mirror is black
And some Wizard is inside.
And a light has been seen 
Amongst the dark clouds!

And the spirit is awaken
And nobody can sleep with it
It makes laughters
And shakes his chains!
No one is able to sleep here!

(Instrumental)

The old clock says "It's twelve"
But nobody goes to bed
'Cause the mirror is black
And some Wizard is inside.
And a light has been seen 
Amongst the dark clouds!

And the spirit is awaken
And nobody can sleep with it
It makes laughters
And shakes his chains!
No one is able to sleep here!

Bolan: 
"And I'm gonna dance 
To my princess
By the light of a magical moon"

Bless you, Electric Warrior :-)

Pride my Hands with Love 
The stars look like they are guiding us
My love you will pride my hands with love
The wind sings quiet dancing in your hair
My love you will pride my hands with love

The rose in your hair I cut yesterday
Is now dry and dead like the tears in my heart
The spines hurt your legs and the cold freezes your hands
My love now you're lost in those lands.

May she Giveth Thou a Kiss 
May the seventh dream caress thou
And giveth thou the lightest kiss
She who cares about thee,
She the dim light near thy bliss.

A misty caress in the bigest big dawn
Yer dress up the center of her heart
My love hath you
Fought against'em all

Upon yer brows, from 'ere you go unheard
And drop the grass of your feet
May she giveth thou a kiss
And bliss the birth of thy seventh dream.

A misty caress in the bigest big dawn
Yer dress up the center of her heart
My love hath you
Fought against'em all

Mister Do It All 
Mister do it all does magic
When he bows his hat.
Magical lightning,
Favourite misty images
He creates and so...

Mister do it all's rehearsals
Are always late at night.
A black cat laughing,
Cheshire raging
Out his pantomime

'Cause we all know that
Mister do it all does magic
While he plays his game so tragic;
He's a trickster to my eye
Like the seashore lullabyes.
Uh, I wish I'd come in time!

Mister do it all scuttles
When the crowd disappoints.
He disguises just like a mime
And no one saw him in two days.

Mister do it all feels lonely
When he's taken appart.
Ne'er knew what magical filter
Should he add to his love darts

'Cause we all know that
Mister do it all does magic
While he plays his game so tragic;
He's a trickster to my eye
Like the seashore lullabyes.
Uh, I wish I'd come in time!

Mister do it all takes all the way down to the next town
Every step he makes he feels closer to the tomb.
Mister do it all, look that his luck has changed
Now he has to lean back on his good ol'sack
Mister do it all, all that you magic vanishes!

Mister do it all does magic
While he plays his game so tragic;
He's a trickster to my eye
Like the seashore lullabyes.
Uh, I wish I'd come in time!

Recipes 
I just feel that I don't know
I had ne'er known about you
I trusted my intelligence, but I failed
I tried to keep you inside a fence, but you wailed -oh wail

Again the same disyunctive
Again you're not that positive
Again you torn your heart
And I don't have the recipe to put you up.
To put you up ... 'n I don't have the recipe just to put ya up

You always talked about disgrace
You turned bad all that you embraced
I trusted your sincere eyes, but I'm jailed
I tried you kept my secrets but you failed, o well...

Again the same disyunctive
Again you're not that positive
Again you torn your heart
And I don't have the recipe to put you up.
To put you up ... 'n I don't have the recipe just to put ya up

Those Hills 
Keep your eyes upon those hills
The clouds are darker there
The stars don't seem to glare
But you may take your path from here
To find your brother who's away
You may be brave
You may not fear.

Alain packed his little chest 
Upon his horse he's on his way
He counts the miles ahead
Until he reaches the toppest top
He'll trip all night and day
Until his brother 
Or his grave.

Iscariot (Tyrannosaurus Rex cover) 
A box of doves
I placed beside your chest
Liar!

A stork of silk
With rubies in it's nest
Fire!

Of my love
Will burn thee to a wizened word
For 'ere to go unheard.

A mare of wood
Elder, elm and oak
Liar!

Will keep you fair
If you jest me no joke
Fire!

Of my love
Will burn thee to a wizened word
For 'ere to go unheard.

I'm old and bruised
But my fate is that of youth
Liar!

Trickster you
Be a grisly dragon's tooth
Fire!

Of my love
Will burn thee to a wizened word
For 'ere to go unheard.

You gashed the heart of my heart
Like a Portuguese.
Witch, I'd planned for you this land
But you devoured my hand.

Pauline 
A day at the sea... Pauline
I would require a little reason to live for
I bet you should
Die ev'rytime you ask  me for

Pauline get down
Come back to a slumber hit parade
Oh - Stop that masquerade
'Cause my heart is not stuff you  can trade with.

Now that I'm older and wiser in my way
I can tell you not to despise anything

Pauline get down
Come back to a jigsaw way of life
To show me the way you say you dive in my mind.

Pauline - I am so tired
Of showin' you how I am
Instead of the image
You throw to anyone of me

Pauline get down...
Come back to a slumber hit parade
Oh - Stop that masquerade
'Cause my heart is not stuff you  can trade with.

Nomad 
Leaving is easy since I'm alone.
I've realised that you are not by my side 
Anymore...
Leaving is easy since I'm alone,
optimal.

My path is woven by winds and hazards
May I feel the strength to follow my path at night
May the moon make shiver every menace I have.

Then I'll make my transfiguration into a nomad.

Nijinsky Hind (Tyrannosaurus Rex cover) 
Nijinsky Hind is a wisp of our world
Through the heart's eye.
It's horns are white hide
From the skin of our lord
When his youth stood
Wondrous and fair like a sea.

Nijinsky Hind is a remnant of Earth
As it once stood.
A likeness in flesh of the magic
Contained in a pearl's shell
Breathing it's breath uniquely.

Nijinsky Hind was begotten
From man's thoughts of kindness.
Its hoofs shod with gold
Are the textures of Earth's distant future
Gilded and tall like a hall.

Post-Traumatic Conduct Disorder 
I will say everytime they ask about you
That I would say you should feel empty like me

And I hope that
Those wings in your mind worth it
And you fly away so far from here

No I
No I
No I shouldn't do that
No I shouldn't do anything like that
And I would say you should feel empty like me

I have the key to your cruelty
I bless the way I got it from you
And I should say you should feel empty like me

And I think so
That you must be in love
Cause you fly away so far from me

No I
No I 
No I shouldn't do that
No I shouldn't do anything like that
And I should say you would be just as empty as me


Créditos:

Voces, instrumentos, programación: NoKnob.

Grabado, mezclado y masterizado intermitentemente de Enero a Marzo de 2002, restaurado y remasterizado el 17 de Agosto de 2009 por na_th_an.

Esta obra está sujeta a la licencia Creative Commons y es copyleft 2009 Stray Jay Music.


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