Peter Hammill - Fool's Mate 1971

  1. Imperial Zeppelin
  2. Candle
  3. Happy
  4. Solitude
  5. Vision
  6. Re-Awakening
  7. Sunshine
  8. Child
  9. Summer Song (In the Autumn)
  10. Viking
  11. The Birds
  12. I Once Wrote Some Poems


    (Chris Judge Smith)
    Pack your bags, we're leaving
    earth, where hate is seething;
    nothing's worth believing....
    There's no time, make up your mind!
    Imperial Zeppelin....
    Quick, the engines are turning,
    cabin lights are burning,
    now there's no returning....
    We'll have love a mile above...
    Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin!
    We, the undersigned, being of sound mind,
    hereby do declare:
    'We henceforth pledge ourselves unto the power
    of the Upper Air.'
    Doesn't that sound simply super,
    Zeppelin visions of the future?
    Of course we all know very well
    it wouldn't work, but what the hell - 
    every dice deserves a throw,
    and when we get back home below
    we can say we had a go!
    Overboard we are throwing
    seeds of love we are sowing,
    hope to God they're growing....
    Flying high across the sky:
    Imperial Zeppelin!
    We will try to do some good,
    I don't know why we really should,
    I only wish that we could!
    Down below they'll see and know all about
    Imperial Zeppelin!
    Imperial Zeppelin!
    Imperial Zeppelin!


    Look at the candle, as it's life is bought,
    as the wick just rolls of and dies;
    look at the wax-drops as they cease from their goal
        and the game they were playing loses its joy
        and the youth which they played in runs away....
    How long will you be gone?
    Flames sucks at air now and its breath comes short
    as it wavers to half its size;
    vacuum closes in and it attacks the soul.
        Now the force omnipotent itself is destroyed
        and for lack of itself it wanes away....
    How long will you be gone?
    So does my mind fly as I fight my thought -
    and I lose, for I cannot find:
    sent my eyes long miles, they do not know home!
        For the life I was part of breathes its last
        and not only life, but hope has gone away....
    How long will you be gone?
    How long will you be gone?


    How was it that we first met?
    ...I forget, all I know is you 
    looked happy.
    We walked around and talked a while;
    In your smile I found that I 
    was happy.
    I want to tell you;
    it seems a thing to do;
    I want to show I truly care.
    Now at every time we meet
    we walk the streets, I'm with you and I 
    feel happy.
    Just thought I'd tell you.
    It seems a thing to do,
    I want to prove I truly care.
    But how long will all this last?
    Time goes fast, It doesn't matter,
    with you, I'm happy.
    Time goes fast, It doesn't matter, with you 
    I'm happy.


    Silently I rest in the tall green grass
    and look steadily upwards.
    Birds sing ceaselessly around me,
    and the blue of the sky surrounds me strangely.
    Out here, life is at its essence,
    and watches the world with innocent eyes;
    far from grime, far from rushing people
    it seems that I have found a tiny peace.
    On the blue backdrop of the unknown
    water droplets trace their paths;
    on the sky, mortals hang on metal -
    but who is to know how long either will last?
    The lovely white clouds glide
    across the sky and into my dreams...
    I feel as though I had died some time ago:
    now I'll wander with the clouds through eternal space.


    I have a vision of you, locked inside my head;
    it creeps upon my mind, and warms me in my bed...
    A vision shimering, shifting
    moving in false fire - light;
    a vision of a vision,
    protecting me from fear at night,
    as the sea-sowns roll on, and my love stays strong.
    I don't know where you end, and where it is that I begin.
    You simply open my mind, and the memories flood on in.
    I remember waking up, with you arms around me;
    I remember losing myself
    and finding that you'd found me,
    as the seasons roll on, and my love stays strong.
    Be my child, be my lover, swallow me up in your fire-glow.
    Take my tongue, take my torment, take my hand and don't let go.
    Let me live in your life, 
    for you make it all seem to matter;
    Let me die in your arms, 
    so the vision may never shatter...
    The seasons roll on;  
    my love stays strong.


    If you catch me running along by the sea, with bare feet in
    the sand, then you'll know I am dreaming my life out in a way
    you won't understand.
    I'm slipping right out of your mind, this I know, and I accept
    the fact lazily, for I must go into the next field,
    where grass is green and I'll find peace.
    Let me sleep!
    Let me dream!
    Let me be!
    Reawakening isn't easy when you're tired.
    Don't push me: I was taught self-expression
    when I was a child, and so I know
            the best way to go is slow.
    Sometimes, when skies are cloud-grey, and trouble's hanging
    heavy on your mind, I advise you: curl up, slid away and
    dream your life out, as I am.
    Reawakening isn't easy when you're tired.
    Don't push me: I was taught self-expression
    when I was a child, and so I see
            the best way to be's asleep.
    Reawakening isn't easy when you're tired.


    Oh, suddenly things begin to come clear in my mind
    as I look into the land laid bare by your eyes;
    E-S/M attractions are working behind my thought,
    I can't help my feelings, the way that my emotions 
                                are over-wrought. 
        Good morning, sunshine!
            You're all around my head,
        Good morning, sunshine!
            I'm ready to be led.
        Good morning, sunshine!
            You know how sad it makes me to see you unhappy
            so smile, spread sunshine all around....
    How sweet it would be to be chained by your side;
    how sweet if you would strip my worried mind.
    Your blonde/brown hair hangs down on you,
    how I wish that it hung on me,
    there's something in your allure, that makes me know I'll
            never again be free.
    I'd like to run on the clouds of my liberty,
    but for you I'd get hooked and float six inches mud-free.
    The sight of your smile just makes me want to jump and clap;
    the fact that you may be owed to someone else can't
            entirely tight your trap.


    I don't know quite what's happening
    and my eyes don't see too clear;
    all I know is I need you here,
    if only to shield me from the mood of the world
    and hold me and say it doesn't matter....
            but I'm like a child whose dreams are shattered,
    Crowding round me: images of broken thought,
    lines of my life now overgrown.
    All I can feel is I'm so alone,
    without even your bright eyes to reach into my mind
    and say that in my life I've done right,
            and I'm like a moonchild in the sunlight.
    So cast your thoughts upon me, wherever you are,
    that I may feel you close beside me
    and hold your hand, for you to guide me
    through all these catacombs which freeze me
                    with their touch; 
    unknowing, knowing so much, my mind cries out
            and I'm like a child when the light's out
    With a child's fear of the dark....


    Summer song in the autumn, for you didn't catch
            the colour of the falling leaves.
    So many words have been spoken which you
            didn't understand and so couldn't believe.
    And the song that you're humming is yesterday's tune -
    Someone who you love is leaving you.
    You walking in sunshine by the sea with gull crying overhead;
    but now the skies are cloudy, and the love you had is dead.
    And the water recedes from the farthest dunes -
    Someone who you loved is leaving you.
    You remember the happiness you had
    as you laughed along in the sun
    but now your eyes are coming dull,
    there's a numbness on your tongue....
    You look out at the water which is calling you
            over the wind,
    then you throw aside your handbag and slowly
            walk right in.
    And tomorrow you'll be in yesterday's news:
    someone who you loved has left you.


    (Chris Judge Smith)
    Looking out forward over the prow of our long ship,
    pulling our oars and listening to the foam;
    helmets and sheepskins salt-damp in the sea-mist:
    We're going home.
    Aslak of Langadale, Einar Thorgeirsson,
    Olaf the White and Sigurd the Powerful...
    Looking for constellations above the horizon,
    West wind cutting sharper than our blades;
    smiling forever into an endless sunrise,
    we're flying on the waves.
    Thorfin Karlsefny, Aud the Deep-Minded,
    Snorri Thorbrandsson, Thorstein the Black....
    Out of dark Vinland, with grey waves racing before us -
    We want no rest.
    Back to the homeland, Iceland, sleeping in winter -
    back from the West.
    Five years we roam;
    now we're going home.


    Spring came far too early this year:
    May flowers blooming in February.
    Should I be sad for the months, 
    or glad for the sky?
    The birds don't know which way to sing and, my friends,
            neither do I.
    Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved
    suddenly didn't seem to matter at all.
    Should I sing sad farewell to things 
    I'm really glad I've left behind?
    The birds don't know which way to sing and, my friends,
            neither do I.
    In another day, heavy snow will lie upon the ground,
    and buds prematurely bloom shall fail;
    And every creature living now, then will 
    surely die...
    The birds don't know which way to sing and, my friends,
            neither do I.
    The birds don't know if it's time yet to fly,
    and they don't know which way to go and, my friend,
            neither do I.
    Neither do I.
    Neither do I.
    Neither do I.


    I once wrote some poems of stillness and silence,
    standing by rivers of reflected light:
    my thoughts were on being loved and yet unloved, too -
    I surrendered to the warmth of the night.
            And now I feel like dying,
            and if the water were still here, it would
                    hold me close.
    I once wrote a poem while walking on gravestones,
    as cobbles, rain and tear lashed down my face....
    I then felt my whole world was fading
    as memories jostled and fell into place.
            And now I feel like dying,
            and the pain of old fires still burns.
    I never wrote poems when I bit my knuckles
    and Death started slipping into my mouth...
    but that was really a long time ago,
    and I'm not writing poems now.
            And though I don't feel quite like dying,
            there is something deep inside me
                    softly crying.
    And though I don't feel quite like dying
    there is something deep inside me softly....
    (CASCD 1037 - 1971) Produced by John Anthony Engineered by Robin Cable Recorded at Trident Studios, London W.1. April 20/21/27/28 1971 Imperial Zeppelin Guy, Martin, Hugh, Dave, Nic, Bob, Peter Candle Martin, Rod, Ray, Peter Happy Guy, Nic, Hugh, Dave, Peter Solitude Martin, Rod, Ray, Peter Vision Hugh Re-Awakening Guy, Nic, Hugh, Dave, Peter, Benny on the high bits Sunshine Guy, Nic, Hugh, Dave, Bob, Peter Child Nic, Dave, Hugh, Bob, Peter Summper Song (In the Autumn) Guy, Nic, Hugh, Peter Viking Martin, Rod, Ray, Dave, Bob, Paul, Peter The Birds Guy, Nic, Hugh, Bob I Once Wrote Some Poems Peter, Bob Contributors: Guy Evans drums + percussion Martin Pottinger drums Hugh Banton piano, organ Rod Clements bass, violin Nic Potter bass Ray Jackson harp, mandolin Dave Jackson alto+tenor saxes, flute Bob Fripp electric guitar Paul Whitehead tam-tam Peter Hammill all lead vocals, acoustic guitar, piano * and the Fluctuating Chorale: Guy, Hugh, Dave, Ray, John, Norman, Alastair, John, Peter

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