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

announcement:

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

you’re in ROCKPOMMEL’s SEVERITY TOWN

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

announcements:

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

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

announcement:

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

ROCKPOMMEL'S LAND

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?