Goodbye
Cream
℗ 1969 Polydor Records 184 203
℗ 1969 ATCO Records SD 7001
Goodbye (также называемый Goodbye Cream) — последний альбом трио Cream. Выпущенный в 1969 году он состоял из студийных записей на одной стороне и живых выступлений на другой. Альбом занял первую позицию в Великобритании и вторую в США. |
- 1. I'm So Glad [live] (James) [09:11]
- 2. Politician [live] (Bruce — Brown) [06:16]
- 3. Sitting on Top of the World [live] (Burnett) [04:58]
- 4. Badge (Clapton — Harrison) [02:42]
- 5. Doing That Scrapyard Thing (Bruce — Brown) [03:11]
- 6. What a Bringdown! (Baker) [03:54]
- 7. Anyone for Tennis (Clapton — Sharp) [02:35]
Участие в альбоме:
- Ginger Baker: drums, percussion, vocal
- Jack Bruce: bass, piano, organ, vocal
- Eric Clapton: guitars, vocal
- George Harrison: rhythm guitar (4)
- Felix Pappalardi: bass (6), producer, piano, mellotron
Тексты:
I'm So Glad [live]
(James)
I'm so glad, I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad, I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad Donna what to do, Donna know what to do, don't know what to do Tired of weepin', tired of moanin', and I'm tired of groanin' for you I'm so glad, I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad, I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad Tired of weepin', tired of moanin', tired of groaning for you Donna what to do, Donna what to do, don't know what to do, yeah I'm so glad, I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad, I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
Politician [live]
(Bruce — Brown)
Hey, hey now baby, get into my big black car Hey now baby, get into my big black car I wanna just show you what my politics are. I support the left, tho' I'm leanin'to the right I support the left, tho' I'm leanin' to the right But I'm just not there when, when it's coming to a fight. Political man and I practice what I preach Political man and I practice what I preach But I'm just not there, when you're in my reach. Hey now baby, get into my big black car Hey now baby, get into my big black car I wanna just show you what my politics are. Hey, hey, hey I wanna just show you what my politics are.
Sitting on Top of the World [live]
(Burnett)
One summer day, she went away Gone and left me, she's gone to stay. She's gone, but I don't worry, Cause I'm sittin' on top of the world. All last summer, worked on this farm Had to take Christmas in my overalls. She's gone, gone, but I don't worry, no Cause I'm sittin', sittin' on top of the world. Going down to the freight yard, yeh, yeh, yeh Gonna catch me a freight train. Gonna leave this town, yeh, yeh, yeh Work done got to hard. She's gone, but I don't worry, Cause I'm sittin', I'm sittin'on top of the world.
Badge
(Clapton — Harrison)
Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car. Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far. And I'm thinkin' 'bout the love that you laid on my table. I told you not to wander 'round in the dark. I told you 'bout the swans, that they live in the park. Then I told you 'bout our kid: now he's married to Mabel. Yes, I told you that the light goes up and down. Don't you notice how the wheel goes 'round? And you better pick yourself up from the ground Before they bring the curtain down. Yes, before they bring the curtain down. Ah Ah Ah, yeh yeh yeh Ah Ah Ah, yeh yeh yeh Talkin' 'bout a girl that looks quite like you. She didn't have the time to wait in the queue. She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle.
Doing That Scrapyard Thing
(Bruce — Brown)
When I was young they gave me a mongrel piano, Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea. Writing your name in the sea, Banging my fav'rite head. Missing the last bed, waving a cheery herring, Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe. Phoning your home from my tree, Drinking my fav'rite loch. When I was old they gave me a model factory, I met three salads out on the motorway. Leaving your name at the door, Breaking my fav'rite egg. Missing the walrus, sharing my last banana, Balancing zeppelins on the end of my nose. Calling your name in the zoo, Blowing my fav'rite mind.
What a Bringdown!
(Baker)
Dainties in a jam-jar, parson's colour in the sky. Water in a fountain doesn't get me very high. Moby Dick and Albert making out with Captain Bligh. So you know what you know in your head. Will you, won't you, do you, don't you know when a head's dead? What a bringdown! Winter leader Lou is growin' 'ampsteads in the North. Betty B's been wearin' daisies since the twenty-fourth. Wears a gunner when there's one more coming forth. And you know what you know in your head. Will you, won't you, do you, don't you wanna go to bed? What a bringdown! There's a tea-leaf about in the family, Full of nothin' their fairy tale. There's a tea-leaf a-floatin' now for Rosalie, They'll believe in ding-dong bell. Take a butchers at the dodginesses of old Bill. Aristotle's orchestra are living on the pill. One of them gets very very prickly when he's ill. And you know what you know in your head. Will you, won't you, do you, don't you wanna make more bread? What a bringdown!
Anyone for Tennis
(Clapton — Sharp)
Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears The auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice. Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice? And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer While the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent Christmas cheer And the Bentley driving guru is putting up his price. Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice? And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies. Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice? The yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice. Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?