1973 Photos Of Ghosts - Premiata Forneria Marconi

 C.D Mini L.P Replica Japón 2011 - Victor - VICP-75012.

 Contraportada.

 Carpeta.

Interior carpeta.

 Interior.

 Disco.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

Fajilla.

Matrix.

Album Lyrics:

River Of Life.

(F. Premoli, F. Mussida, M. Pagani, Peter Sinfield)

River of life

Rain was your birth

Gathered deep

Beneath the earth.

Search and seep,

Hollow stone

Issue and flow

Virgin stream

Meander free

It's a long way to the sea.

Caves and canyons 

Stark prison walls 

Swirl and hurl you 

From white cascading falls.

Across the plain 

Sweep your course 

River roll 

Follow your star. 

There's a city 

There's a bridge. 

Ships and barges 

Dark rusty hearts 

Feed cranes along your banks.

Waste and poison 

cloy where once men drank.

Forget the pain 

From rain to rain 

Journey's end 

Is surely not far ...

Celebration.

(Premoli, Mussida, Sinfield)

Celebration 

You've spent a long time waiting 

For a perfect yesterday, 

Now fill your heart with celebration 

For that's love's way.

Photos Of Ghosts.

(Premoli, Mussida, Pagani, Sinfield)

Black roses laced with silver 

By a broken moon. 

Ten million stars 

And the whispered harmonies of leaves. 

We  werer  these.

Beside a dried up fountain

Lie five dusty tomes 

With faded pasted pictures 

Of love's reverie.

Across each cover is written, 

"Herein are Photos of Ghosts" 

Of ghosts, of ghosts, 

Of the days we ran and the days we sang.

  

Old Rain.

(Premoli)

Instrumental.

Il Banchetto.

(Premoli, Mussida, Pagani)

Sire, Maesta 

Riverenti come sempre siam tutti qua 

Sire, Siamo Noi 

Il poeta, L'assassino E Sua santita 

Tutti, Fedeli Amici Tuoi. 

Prego, Amici Miei, 

Lo Sapete Non So Stare Senza Di Voi 

Presto, Sedetevi, 

Al Banchetto Attendevamo soltanto voi 

Sempre Ogni Giorno Che verra 

Finche Amore E pace regnera. 

Tutti Sorridono 

Solo Il popolo Non ride, ma lo si sa 

Sempre Piagnucola 

Non Gli va mai bene niente chissa perche, 

Chissa perche perche ecc. ecc. ...

  

Mr. 9'till 5.

(Premoli, Mussida, Sinfield)

Shiny shoes, he runs to catch the train 

Rockets launched if he is late again 

Pushed and squeezed on the sardine machine 

To his Mr. Nine till Five routine. 

Filing piling on his desk all day 

In and out from tray to endless tray; 

Tea and biscuits secretary's legs 

Luncheon daydreams over curried eggs. 

Yes sir, nosir, on the squawking phone, 

Five o'clock rush-hour exhausted home. 

T.V., bedtime and excite the wife 

Set the clock get up repeat through life. 

Mr. Nine till Five ... 

Down on his knees for the weekend. 

All too soon it's Sunday afternoon 

Post the pools and watch the 'Box' till ten 

Shuts his eyes, wakes up it's Monday again ...

Promenade The Puzzle.

(Premoli, Mussida, Pagani, Sinfield)

Lady dancing on a Tulip 

Pirouetteing in the sunset 

Let me be your next cigarette. 

Church bells, played by a penguin 

Bearded priest who walks like Chaplin, 

I must fly like a swallow tonight. 

Chinese rice paper poet 

Dips his paintbrush in the silence 

Of the lake which mirrors the sky. 

Milkmaids waltz around the haystack 

when the maestro blows his trumpet. 

Bandsmen hammer at the cafe 

for the gypsy's drawbridge bottle. 

Choir boys pull on the zig-zag 

Of the monkey's dream piano. 

Fish eat stolen keys in rivers 

Where the wooden legs go sailing. 

Clocks join hands to dance the polka. 

Sweep the carpet under the carpet 

Promenade the Puzzle.