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The Moody Blues
with
The London Festival Orchestra
conducted by
Peter Knight
Deram (Decca), 1967
Vinyl mono: Deram MML 707
Vinyl stereo: Deram SML 707
CD: Deram 844 767-2
At the release of this album, The Moody Blues comprised: Justin Hayward,
John Lodge, Mike Pinder, Ray Thomas & Graeme Edge.
The album was recorded by The Moody Blues as 'rock tracks'. These were
then sent to Peter Knight to create the orchestral interludes with the
London Festival Orchestra. This was an orchestra created and maintained
by the Decca record company (which owned the Deram label).
No printed lyrics have been issued for this album. This text is my best
interpretation from analysing the album. I am happy with it.
The CD version included a look-back interview with the remaining Moody
Blues undertaken in 1997. A
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Album Contents
The Day Begins (instrumental)
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Redwave, Knight (LFO).Performed by The London Festival Orchestra. |
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Graeme Edge. Performed by Mike Pinder. |
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Mike Pinder. Performed by Justin Hayward |
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Ray Thomas |
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John Lodge |
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Justin Hayward. Released as a single in the UK |
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John Lodge |
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Mike Pinder |
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Ray Thomas |
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Justin Hayward. Released 1967 (Deram) and 1972 (Threshold) as a single
in the UK. At both occasions the B-side was Cities. |
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Graeme Edge. Performed by Mike Pinder |
Morning Glory
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight,
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion.
Pinprick holes in a colourless sky
Let insipid figures of light pass by.
The mighty light of ten thousand suns
Challenges infinity, and is soon gone.
Night-time: to some, a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude.
Brave Helios, wake up your steeds!
Brings the warmth the countryside needs.
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Dawn Is A Feeling
Dawn is a feeling,
A beautiful ceiling.
The smell of grass
Just makes you pass
Into a dream.
You're here today,
No future fears,
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to.
You look around you,
Things they astound you
So breathe in deep,
You're not asleep,
Open your mind.
You're here today,
No future fears,
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to.
Do you understand
That all over this land
There's a feeling?
In minds far and near
Things are becoming clear
With a meaning.
Now that you're knowing
Pleasure starts flowing.
It's true life flies
Faster than eyes
Could ever see.
You're here today.
No future fears.
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to.
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Another Morning
Balloons flying,
Children sighing,
What a day to go kite flying.
Breeze is cool, [or "Breezes cool"]
Away from school
Cowboys fighting out a duel.
Time seems to stand quite still,
In a child's world it always will.
Fish is biting, [or “Fishes biting”]
So exciting!
Lunchtime sounds so inviting.
At the bill [‘bill’ = a narrow promontory]
He gets a thrill
Sitting, watching bobbing quill. [‘quill’ = feather used as a fishing
bait float]
Time seems to stand quite still,
In a child's world it always will.
Yesterday's dreams
Are tomorrow's sighs.
Watch children playing,
They seem so wise.
Mary Green
Today's a queen
One thousand dollies are her dream.
In cotton frocks
And golden locks,
Her palace is an orange box
Time seems to stand quite still,
In a child's world it always will.
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Peak Hour
I see it all through my window it seems.
Never failing, like millions of eels.
All that is wrong,
No time to be won.
Only to do
What can be done.
Peak hour,
Peak hour,
Peak hour.
Minds are subject to what should be done.
Problem solved, time cannot be won.
One hour a day,
One hour a night
Sees crowds of people
Home-aimed for flight.
Peak hour,
Peak hour,
Peak hour.
It makes me want to run out and tell them
They've got time.
Take a step back out and warn them
I've found out I've got time.
Minds are subject to what should be done.
Problem solved, time cannot be won.
One hour a day,
One hour a night
Sees crowds of people
Home-aimed for flight.
Peak hour,
Peak hour,
Peak hour.
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Forever Afternoon (Tuesday?)
Tuesday afternoon.
I'm just beginning to see,
Now I'm on my way.
It doesn't matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.
Something calls to me.
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why.
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.
I'm looking at myself, reflections of my mind.
It's just the kind of day to leave myself behind.
So gently swaying through the fairy-land of love,
If you could just come with me and see the beauty of
Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday afternoon.
I'm just beginning to see,
Now I'm on my way.
It doesn't matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.
Something calls to me.
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why.
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.
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Time To Get Away (Evening)
Evening has come to pass.
The time of day doesn't last.
Evening has earned its place today,
I'm tired of working away.
Working, living, it brings
Only way to have those things.
Toiling has brought too many tears,
Turn 'round all those passed years. [best interpretation, with help
from Russel Hicks]
Evening time to get away.
Evening time to get away.
Evening time to get away.
'Til next day.
Live all you people,
You can see where you're at.
It doesn't really hurt you
So that can't be bad.
Live all you people,
You can see where you're at.
It doesn't really hurt you
So that can't be bad.
Evening time to get away.
Evening time to get away.
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The Sun Set
When the sun goes down,
And the clouds all frown,
Night has begun for the sunset.
See it with your eyes,
Earth re-energized
By the sun's rays every day.
Take a look out there,
Planets everywhere.
When the sun goes down
And the clouds all frown,
Night has begun for the sunset.
Shadows on the ground
Never make a sound,
Fading away in the sunset.
Night has now become
Day for everyone.
I can see it all
From this great height.
I can feel the sun
Slipping out of sight
And the world still goes on
Through the night.
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Twilight Time
Twilight time to dream awhile
In vales of deepening blue
As fantasy strides over colourful skies,
The form disappearing from view.
In twilight time
Dream with me awhile
A nightingale plays a dark mellow phrase
Of notes that are rich and so true.
An aerial display by the firefly brigade
Dancing to tunes no-one knew.
In twilight time
Dream with me awhile
In twilight time
Dream with me awhile
Building castles in the air,
Whistling to the wind
As nature bows down her head,
See what tomorrow brings.
Twilight time,
Dream with me awhile.
Bats take to wing like puppets on string,
Prancing through cool evening air.
In a sightless glide, no reason to hide
From a wave of the sun's blinding stare.
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Nights In White Satin
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end;
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before;
Just what the truth is
I can't say any more
'Cos I love you,
Yes I love you,
Oh! How I love you.
Gazing at people
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through
They can't understand
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend;
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end
And I love you,
Yes I love you,
Oh! How I love you!
Oh! How I love you!
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end;
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I've always missed
With these eyes before;
Just what the truth is
I can't say any more
'Cos I love you,
Yes I love you,
Oh! How I love you!
Oh! How I love you!
'Cos I love you,
Yes I love you,
Oh! How I love you!
Oh! How I love you!
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Late Lament
Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy is spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one;
Lonely man cries for love and has none;
New mother picks up and suckles her son;
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight,
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion.
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