6 Temmuz 2014 Pazar

Grobschnitt - Rockpommel's Land (1977)

Yolculuğa çıkacaklar, hazır mısınız?
Yanınıza bu albümden başkasını almayın. Neresinden başlasam övgüye bilemiyorum. Grobschnitt'in sıvazlanacak sırtı kalmamış yetmişten bu yana ya, neyse. Ben hem övgü adına hem de tanıtmak adına yarım saattir dinlediğim bu albümü görücüye çıkarayım, bilmeyen bilmez sonuçta. Ama ben iyi bir progressive rock dinleyicisiyim diyenin de bilmemesi ayıbolur bu albümü.

Adamlarımız çok güzel evrenlerde yaşıyor. Ben en çok ''pseudonyms''leri olan ''Eroc", "Mist", "Wildschwein", "Lupo" ve "Popo"  adlarıyla anıyorum grubun üyelerini. O evrenlerde bu adlarla anılmaları kaçınılmaz.

Rockpommel's Land, aha işte! Yarattıkları onca evrenden sadece birisi. Albüm tek düze ilerlemiyor. Bize anlattıkları Ernie'nin yolculuğu gibi. Konsept albümlerini çok seviyorum. Bir kitap gibi oluyor. Kurgulu. Kitaptan daha da etkili üstelik bir de melodisi var! Bu albüm için müzikli kitap diyebilirim. Ya size şimdi grobschnitt'i mi anlatacağım ben, garip geliyor. Genelde anlatmayıp bir ayin gibi oturup son ses bu albümleri dinlediğimiz için...

Sözlerini yazmak istiyorum ama. Ernie'nin yolculuğunda siz hangi mağaralara girdiniz paylaşın isterim. Albümde bonus track ile birlikte beş parça var. wildschwein'ın dilinden dökülenler şunlar oluyor bu albümde:

Ernie’s Reise
You live the story
of the innocent life’s defeat of solitude’s dice
captivated by a moonbeam, chained to dispisers of your love
captivated by dispisers, lost in the canyons of your mind
Take just another lad
call him Ernie and see him returning home from school
left alone at some old window, leaving paper dreams to fly
hear the wind whispering gently calling you to dream away
So fly away in a staggering paper plane
don’t be afraid when somebody takes your game
High above the town soars a little boy in his paper plane
astonished he peers down, the houses look like toys from his paper plane
the wind takes his hand
Sparkling rivers below, watch the green meadows flow
feel your face caressed by a golden rainbow
Ernie never felt so strong
as he was gliding along, forgetting all fences he sailed till dawn
Look the sun is sinking low, little boy where do you go
time leads you to darkness of the night, shocks you with fright
don’t fear the shadow over you, it’s a bird called Maraboo
he will light his light, Ernie, he will be your guide
Confidence is a strong assistance to you
Hey little Ernie, I’d like to take you home to my nest
The sun will keep you warm and cozy all nite long
and you’ll have a pleasent rest – skip on my chest
The tree with the nest of the bird where the sun goes to bed is so high
it touches the sky
Far away a Blackshirt cleans a chain
Hey little lads, get on dreaming
fear the warming far away from home
find your hope in some desert stone
smell some dope in an ice-cream cone
This evening a huge bird was seen carrying a little boy on his back in a height of about 3.000 feet right above sector 0/16. The bird was carrying some beer-bottles, a bag with vegetables, was lit contrary to regulations and was smoking a pipe. We instruct all planes cruising this sector to observe this incident. Over.

Severity Town

Look at the morning’s golden sun
her warmth had melt away your fantasy dreams
of Mr. GLEE prisoned in ROCKPOMMEL’s LAND
because he’d laughed and danced holding children’s hand
Look Ernie where you are, forget about Mr. GLEE
you’re just awoken on Maraboo’s tree.
Look at the morning’s golden sun
boiling the water kettle right on her head
old Maraboo is warming morning due for you
ain’t it enough at least for this dream to be true
But Ernie said goodbye, to find Mr. GLEE
and Maraboo gave him a feather on his way downtree
on his way, his long long way downtree
You, have you got any aim you could hang on a name
when you’re chasing around, climbing trees up and down
See this sinister confusion around, little boy watch out
this cursed place works so graceless and so loud
The Blackshirts have imprisoned Mr. GLEE ‘cos he wants to be the children’s friend
run little Ernie, you’re so young and so free
let your faith and your feather lead you to ROCKPOMMEL‘s LAND
Ernie chased around and found the town gate
where two Blackshirts were on guard
their stoney heads looked so amazing and he laughed
that’s why they tried to seize him
he skipped and struggled hard to get off
t’was a real mess around
and undisigned the Blackshirts touched his feather
wich froze in their frozen town
Little Ernie didn’t believe his eyes when suddenly he was alone. Maraboo gave him a magic feather, wich turned each Blackshirt into a stone.
Totally exhausted Ernie went off this severe place and followed a way leading to the mountains. Half an hour later he rested in the shade of a HOWARD JOHNSON’s where he began to consider whether he should turn around the record or have another hot dog ...


Anywhere on a desert stone, anywhere so far from home
where’s no friend to hold your hand
to dry your tears changed into sand
Anywhere there’s a lonely friend waiting for tears formed to sand
call him bird or tree or flower
he never won’t prevent you
from living all your dreams
from giving all your streams
from changing your ways of dealing into human feeling
Anywhere behind a desert stone, anywhere so far from home
you’ll find a grown blind flower
she never is alone, far from home
she feels wind around her
she feels a warming sun
she feels some raindrops wet her leaves
since that time she lost her griefs
Anywhere, my friend, you’ll find a human land
behind all mountain’s sand
be born or died – it’s not your end
Here we come, here we are all around
taking forth our stoney sound
stoney arms, stoney legs, stoney brain
one – two – three and again

Rockpommel’s Land

Ernie found a hiding place, the only way to stay
a gang of stoney men was scuffing down the way
stoney noses, stoney heads armed with poisonious eyes
orches in their bushlike hands, smoking their stoney size
run away from this dangerous smoke wich wraps those cursed guys
it turns the air to dusty slime an little boys into flies
Ernie, the stoney men have left this place
that is your chance to win the race
Ernie walked for hours with the midday sun
was it the right or something-gone-wrong-way, that carried him on
right thru stoney desert and sand, all around no one was near
was it the way to ROCKPOMMEL’s LAND – little Ernie began to fear
Ernie thought of old Maraboo
he just was so fair
sadly he touched his magic feather
suddenly a rush moved the air
Don’t fear the shadow over you
it’s your old friend Maraboo
when you touched your feather he preceived your pain
and came to help you again
Full moon was shining at their journey’s end
Maraboo and Ernie reached ROCKPOMMEL’s LAND
The Valley Of The Caves, The Peak Of Liberty
The Great Gritty Grotto
wherein they saw Mr. GLEE
Suddenly little Ernie heard a thousand children singing
and whe he looked up, he saw their shadows filing
towards the Gritty Grotto shade, where a lattice bared the gate to Mr. GLEE
the good man touched the children’s hands
thru a space in the iron fence, and felt so free
The lattice burst down like the ice on the water
Ernie had touched it with his feather
and from drawers at the walls of the cave
hundreds of goblins tumbled down and danced and sang
Now we’re free in ROCKPOMMEL’s LAND, one – two – three
We love thee and ROCKPOMMEL’s LAND, Mr. GLEE
Now we’re free in ROCKPOMMEL’s LAND, one – two – three
We love thee and ROCKPOMMEL’s LAND, Mr. GLEE
The mornig awoke, blurning sun warmed the children
they walked hand in hand with each other
together with Ernie they escorted Mr. GLEE
home to their town wich now was free
Free from hate is ROCKPOMMEL’s LAND, it ain’t too late
to open your gate to ROCKPOMMEL’s LAND, don’t be afraid


1. Ernie's Reise (10:56)
2. Severity town (10:05)
3. Anywhere (4:13)
4. Rockpommel's Land (20:55)
Bonus track on cd release:
5. Tontillon (6:15)

Anywhere bir başka. Melodik kısmı fazlaca ruhumu okşuyor. Sizin yolculuğunuzun sonunda da dolunay yeterince parlak olacak mı?