“Mad as a Hatter” by Shadowland
В третия албум на британската супер група SHADOWLAND намираме значително по-разгърнати композиции, съчетани с мрачни текстове.

Пианистът CLIVE NOLAN (Pendragon, Arena, Nolan & Wakeman, Strangers On A Train), китаристът KARL GROOM (Threshold, Strangers On A Train), бас-китаристът IAN SALMON (Arena, Janison Edge) и барабанистът NICK HARRADENCE (Threshold) канят за този албум втори пианист – MIKE VARTY (Janison Edge, Credo), участвал преди това в концертните представления на групата.

Темите на отделните песни са посветени на съвременни проблеми: усещането за другост като място и време, опазването на околната среда, параноята в политиката, безумието в личните отношения и самотата, споровете за НЛО и живота след смъртта, но и на полета на фантазията, бащините уроци и разбира се, любовта.

Албума “MAD AS A HATTER” (идиом в английския език, в буквален превод „Луд като шапкар”, който обаче по смисъл означава „Съвсем луд”) ще чуем на 24 юли в предаването „Картини от една изложба” на програма „Хоризонт” на БНР, след новините от 21 ч.

В предаването на 24.7.2010 г.: Shadowland и албумът „Съвсем луд”


SHADOWLAND
MAD AS A HATTER
Date of Release: May 10, 1996

SONGS/TRACKS:

U.S.I (United States of Insanity) (9:28)
Mephisto Bridge (6:48)
Flatline (5:58)
The seventh Year (5:10)
Father (4:49)
The Burning (7:10)
Zuleika (6:25)
Mad as a Hatter (11:57)
Salvation Comes (6:16)

© 2009 Verglas Music/Irond Ltd.


CREDITS:

Shadowland are:

Clive Nolan: Keyboards, vocals

Karl Groom: guitars

Mike Varty: Keyboards

Ian Salmon: bass, acoustic guitar, guitar arrangement on 5

Nick Harradence: drums


Guest musicians:

Jackie Peck / back vocal (5 and 7)

Norman Archer / cello

Martin Orford, Martin Ogden, Paul and Thérèse Wrightson, Damian Wilson, Varty, Nolan, Ian Salmon, Tracy Hitching and Dave Wagstaffe / The Mad Hatter's Choir:

All Lyrics by Clive Nolan
All Music by Clive Nolan except
Track 1 – by Nolan/Varty
Track 3 – by Salmon/Varty
Track 6 – by Varty

Produced by Clive Nolan and Karl Groom
Engineered by Clive Nolan, Karl Groom and Ian Salmon

Recorded at Thin Ice Studios, Surrey, January-April 1996
Mastered at Abbey Road Studios, London, by Chris Blair




LYRICS:

U.S.I. (United States of Insanity)

Have faith, my friends
Listen to my story -This story never ends
You heard it here first my son
We have got to be the only ones

Caught in possession of a Wednesday afternoon
Break point! Energy deserted us too soon
Desperate procession of partners caught in crime
High frustration, down and drowning – sinking deep in time

Believe in me, follow and I’ll talk you through
These anecdotes and mysteries
You heard it here first my son
We have got to be the only ones

Trapped in the corner with a national holiday
Break point! Talking hard with nothing left to say

Thick smoke, whispered wreaths snaking through the heavy air
Fats food attitudes, chemicals and angry stares
We just sit here making mountains out of molehills
Climbing up the ladder that can lead to nowhere fast!

Force feed new creeds, tales of ghosts and severed hands
Hyperactive rollercoaster’s shooting through the mad badlands
Strange news, changing views roll across the bloodstained floor
Spirit guides remain outside, peering though the open doors
We just sit here making mountains out of molehills
Climbing up the ladder that can lead to nowhere fast!

Acid rain, bourbon stains soaking into open minds
ESP, law degrees, the inner souls of all mankind
UFOs, someone knows the truth is always out there
Governments and cover-ups, the truth is always out there
We just sit here making mountains out of molehills
Climbing up the ladder that can lead to nowhere fast!

Look at these eyes my child
I offer what’s real – there are no such things as lies
Oh cling to these words my child
Stay by my side – you must be nearly mine
Oh hold onto this hand my child
This is your chance – there are no such things as lies
They are pawns in the game of power
Someone else’s choosing
Just part of the jigsaw puzzle
Coloured with rhyme and reason

I am walking up a one-way street
I can’t go back, there’s no repeat
I am holding to the burning rose
I sense no pain, I feel no heat

We sit here in United States, challenging fates and nations
Uttering words to calm the nerves of volatile relationships
We sit here in United States, planning these assassinations
Offer the thoughts that wise men taught of hope and dedication
We sit here in United States of insanity
We sit here in United States of insanity
We sit here in United States of insanity
We sit here in United States of insanity
USI… USI… USI… USI…


Mephisto Bridge

Living all the fantasies – heroes and heroic deeds
Hiding in the shadows – you don’t know me
Living all the memories – other people other places
There’s a smile from the other side
From a man in a mask with far too much to hide

You can lean on me my friend
You can trust me to defend you

Living at the edge of the world
A sight half seen, a sound half heard
Hiding in the shadows – you don’t know me
You can choose one side or the other
The path you take will be the one forever
Follow me, follow me

Beyond this line is an alien side
A place that exists in your mind
There is no light and there is no guide
A place that exists in your mind

Mephisto Bridge – This is a gateway
Opposite fates and intricate faces
Which one is mine?
Which is my life?
Please show me!

This way is dark, and this way is light
But stand in the centre and both sides are right
This is a place you will finally find
It’s always been there in your mind

Mephisto Bridge – it lies in the middle
A way to salvation? A path to the devil?
Which is my side? Which is my life? Please show me!
Mephisto Bridge – It crosses the chasm
There is the dream and there is the master
Which is my side? Which is my life? Please show me!

It’s all wrong now
I don’t know anymore – I don’t care anymore
Why can’t you show me?
Makes no sense now
I can’t see anymore – I can’t feel anymore
Why can’t you show me?


Flatline

Flatline – look for a sign, run behind the afterlife
Today is a good day to die, waiting for a chance to reach the light
Flatline – look for a sign, run behind the afterlife

Have you ever gone past the line? Cold and numb
Have you ever been to the other side? Fighting back the need to run
Did you ever think what came next?
Have you ever seen death close up? Stare into your soul
Have you ever stood quite so near? It’s tapping on your shoulder

Flatline – look for a sign, run behind the afterlife
Today is a good day to die, waiting for a chance to reach the light
Flatline – nowhere to hide, follow behind the afterlife
Today is a good day to die, waiting for a chance to reach the light.

Following the team game never to be seen again
There is always someone else to blame it on
When the promises and broken hopes have fallen down
There is always someone else to blame it on
Someone out there!

Flatline – look for a sign, run behind the afterlife
Today is a good day to die, waiting for a chance to reach the light
Flatline – nowhere to hide, follow behind the afterlife
Today is a good day to die, waiting for a chance to reach out to the light.
Flatline passing them by, taking up the risk to stay alive
Flatline passing them by, taking up the risk that we may all survive.
 
The Seventh Year

Staring across the water front
She can see Africa from here
“Oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?”
There’s no need to shed those tears

They wait for the light to touch them now
They wait for the world to pass them by
Hanging to each other as they spin into infinity
“Hush little baby don’t you cry”

Watch these ripples go racing from the centre point
How can this mere illusion fail?
“Oh Romeo, Romeo, where the hell are you, Romeo?
Hi life is such a curious tale”……

Part Two: “Why Kruhulick?”
Instrumental

Father

What goes around comes around again
You know we can’t leave these things still and unchanged
When you’re standing alone on the edge of the world
There is no going back so I’ve heard
Beyond this point is an alien side
A place that existed within my own mind
Searching the world we lock for a sign, waiting and crossing that line.

Look at the man with the fear in his eyes
As he follows the blood of his fathers
Look at the girl with the tears in her eyes
As she wipes the blood from her face.

Living the fantasies, heroes and deeds
Hide in the shadows, you will never see me
When you enter the house with the treacherous mouse
You know that you’ll never be free, putting the jigsaw together again
Still there are chasms and gaps that remain
When you’re living a lie in an act of defiance
How can you ever be free?

Look at the man with the fear in his eyes
As he follows the blood of his fathers
Look at the girl with the tears in her eyes
As she follows the blood of her fathers.

Let there be one who can hear me right now
As I fall to the ground in a negligent crowd
What goes around comes around again
You know that you’ll never be free!
Look at the man with the fear in his eyes
As he follows the blood of his fathers
Look at the girl with the tears in her eyes
As she follows the blood of her fathers.

The Burning

Tears of rage coursing down like molten lava
Angry cries ringing out like the first primal scream
Clenched fists held out in knotted and frustrated statement
Heavy frowns, pressing down into the pit
Why should I live with this?
How can I live with this?

Sexual passion hides behind the thin veneer of politics
Jealousies waved around with rope and the chain
Never understanding – fundamental reasoning
Devoid of all communication, barren of all thought persuasion

Burning, burning, raging like fire in a world of hate
Exiled and bleeding, misleading
Lost in a nightmare – a frightened state, out of control.

Cynic and barbarians bringing nations to their knees
Cult fanatics selling values – reveries
New extremes of evolution spawning freaks and soul pollution
Cornered in exquisite chaos, letting go of something

Burning, burning, raging like
Fire in a world of hate
Exiled and bleeding, misleading
Lost in a nightmare – a frightened state,
Beaten and kneeling, screaming
Tortured and sightless, a tireless fate
Forever burning, burning
Lust for revenge in a fragile place, out of control.

Zuleika

So many times, so many times before
I see you in every dream I dream
Close your eyes, I‘ll see you there
Turn my face to you… “zuleika”
Close my eyes, you’re standing there
Part of the restless sleep that we share.

Zuleika – from a thousand miles away
Zuleika – calling me again
From the dawning of the day
To the deepest of the day
To the deepest of the night
Zuleika – will you come to me tonight?

Right or wrong, I’ll follow on
I never want to be alone again
Right or wrong, you turn me on
With love in your eyes
Your head held high
The sun in your raven hair.

Zuleika – from a thousand miles away
Zuleika – calling me again
From the dawning of the day
To the deepest of the day
To the deepest of the night
Zuleika – will you come to me tonight?

You – the meaning of the word
You – a sound I’d never heard
You – from a thousand miles away
Calling me in every dream I dream
Right or wrong
You make me strong
I never want to be afraid again
Right or wrong, you turn me on
With love in your eyes
Your head held high
The sun in your raven hair.

Zuleika – I know you from a thousand miles away
Zuleika – I can hear you calling me again
From the dawning of the day
To the deepest of the day
To the deepest of the night
Zuleika – will you come to me tonight?

Mad as a Hatter

Please don’t try to see through these eyes
You couldn’t live with what you’d find
Please don’t try to thing with this mind
You might be drawn into this nightmare.

And don’t believe that you can fool me
Your patient smile and boundless energy
My own peculiar brand of sanity
May take me from this room … too soon…

Men with heads and crazy faces chase me down the treacle aisle
Thunder bolts, undone laces leave me with no place to hide
Dodging swords and household creatures
Falling down those endless stairs
Empty friends with empty features
Offer no escape, they simply stare.

All my life there’s someone out there
Guiding me to climb so high that I may reach a new existence
Pray hard – feel good – and you – you should
Achieve your goal – they know!

All my life there’s something out there
Guiding me to what’s right that I will be the one rewarded
Head down – hearts strong – it won’t be long
I’ll be accepting all those gifts
Looking for pigs in the cemetery
All I can find are angels’ wings
Fallen beliefs, long lost dreams and feelings – healings?

Feeding the bears with my old school cap
There goes my brother to get the cap back
Memories change, never the same and they’re fading – degrading?
Playing with gods in the woods and the fields
How could this possibly fail to be real?
Holding your breath, seconds from death – and daring – despairing?

So this is where I am, playing with shadows in a far darker land.
When I play this flute, you’ll follow me now, follow me now.
And sing this tune, you'll follow me round and round and round
When I wave my hand, you’ll follow me now, follow me now
Take my hand and follow me round and round and round
Fantasy is the final resting place for long lost hope.

I don’t want to see through your eyes
I couldn’t live with what I’d find
I don’t want to think with your mind
I might be drawn into this nightmare.

Prying mantis on my shoulder, whispered bastard sentiments
Heavy feathers, flying boulders
Father, can’t you see that I am lost beyond all hope and grace!

All my life there’s someone out there
Guiding me to climb so high that I may reach a new existence
All my life there’s something out there
Guiding me to do what’s right and I will be the one rewarded
All my life there’s someone out there
Calling me to change my life
And turn my back on ghosts and demons
Promises and secret kisses
They all just turn to stone or burn to ashes…
 
Salvation Comes

Try to make those loose ends meet
Holding on – keep my feet on the ground
I need to have that sinner’s heart
Shrouded hope – I’m sending this message to you
Is there one who can hear me now
Shouting “help” from a lonely room
Fallen down in a sightless crowd
Onto cold and unforgiving shards of stone.

Reaching out your hand to my brow
I am crying for your healing touch
Never sure what’s right or wrong
Knowing what I feel is just not enough.

Your life and soul are a part of me
Fire and passion could be more than a dream
Reading signs into everything
Only you can know that I’m waiting in darkness to see

Reaching out your hand to my brow
I am crying for your healing touch
Never sure what’s right or wrong
Knowing what I feel is just not enough.

More than this is not easy to say
Could it be that I am scared this time?
Letting go of all those promises
I always hide behind my own kind of safety net

Reaching out your hand to my brow
I am crying for your healing touch
Never sure what’s right or wrong
Knowing what I feel is just not enough.

Venom runs across the world unseen
Every day – the more we live the more we bleed
Only can the future lie beyond extremes
Knowing this I wonder where does my pathway lead.

Reaching out my heart to you
I dance in fire till salvation comes
A cry for help – a simple truth
And in the end I know that we are the lonely ones.

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