Jefferson Airplane

 Volunteers (1969)

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  1. We Can Be Together (Kantner) - 5:48
  2. Good Shepherd (Kaukonen/Traditional) - 4:21
  3. The Farm (Blackman/Kantner) - 3:15
  4. Hey Fredrick (Slick) - 8:26
  5. Turn My Life Down (Kaukonen) - 2:54
  6. Wooden Ships (D.Crosby/Kantner/Slick) - 6:24
  7. Eskimo Blue Day (Kantner/Slick) - 6:31
  8. A Song for All Seasons (Dryden) - 3:28
  9. Meadowlands (Trad.) - 1:04 (str.)
  10. Volunteers (Balin/Kantner) - 2:02 (TRADUZIONE)

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 We Can Be Together TOP

We can be together
Ah you and me
We should be together
We are all outlaws in the eyes of America
In order to survive we steal cheat lie forge fred hide and deal
We are obscene lawless hideous dangerous dirty violent and young
But we should be together
Come on all you people standing around
Our life's too fine to let it die and
We can be together
All your private property is
Target for your enemy
And your enemy is
We
We are forces of chaos and anarchy
Everything they say we are we are
And we are very
Proud of ourselves
Up against the wall
Up against the wall fred (motherfucker)
Tear down the walls
Tear down the walls
Come on now together
Get it on together
Everybody together
We should be together
We should be together my friends
We can be together
We will be
We must begin here and now
A new continent of earth and fire
Come on now gettin higher and higher
Tear down the walls
Tear down the walls
Tear down the walls
Won't you try

(© 1969 Iceberg Co.)

 Good Shepherd TOP

If you want to get to heaven
Over on the other shore
Stay out of the way of the blood-stained bandit
Oh good shepherd
Feed my sheep
One for Paul
One for Silas
One for to make my heart rejoice
Can't you hear my lambs acallin
Oh good shepherd
Feed my sheep
If you want to get to heaven
Over on the other shore
Stay out of the way of the long-tongue liar
Oh good shepherd
Feed my sheep
If you want to get to heaven
Over on the other shore
Stay out of the way of the gun shot devil
Oh good shepherd
Feed my sheep

(Traditional - Arranged J.Kaukonen © 1969 IcebergCo.)

 The Farm TOP

Bought myself a farm way out in the country
Took to growin lettuce milkin cows and honey
Bought myself a farm (way out in the country)
Bought myself a farm way out in the country
Spent time in the hayloft with the mice and the bunnies
Spent time in the country
Yes it's good livin on the farm
Ah so good livin on the farm
Yes it's good livin on the farm
Here comes my next door neighbour comin down the road
He always looks so regal ridin on his toad named Lightnin
The toad's name is Lightnin he's ten hands at the shoulder
And if you give him sugar you know he'll whinny like a boulder
Yes he will
Well I gotta get back to work now and clear away some logs
Ah the sun is shinin westwards yeah I think I'll saddle up my frog and
Get outta here

(© 1969 Iceberg Co.)

 Hey Fredrick TOP

Either go away or go all the way in
Look at what you hold
Come back down on a spear of silence
When it flies
You go on through
You come on through
Thr rediculous no
Oh no
One more pair of
Loving eyes look down on you
Sheets and a pillow
How old will you have to be before you
Stop believing
That those eyes will look down on you
That way forever
There you sit mouth wide open
Animals nipping at your sides
On wire wheels the four stroke man
Opens wide
The marching sound
The constant ride
On the gasket is mine
All mine
One more pair of
Wire wheels bear down on you
Gear stripping the willow
How many machine men will you see before you
Stop believing that speed
Will slide down on you
Like brakes in bad weather

(© 1969 Mole Music Co.)

 Turn My Life Down TOP

When I see you next time round in sorrow
Will you know what I been going through
My yesterdays have melted with my tomorrow
And the present leaves me with no point of view
When I see you next time round look into my eyes
Where we'd be never could decide
Borrowed moments they cannot fill the moments of our lives
And wishful thinking leaves me no place to hide
No place to hide
No place to hide
I see the shadows softly coming
Taking me into a place
Where they turn my life down
Leaving mourning with myself
And nothing to say

(© 1969 Iceberg Co.)

 Wooden Ships TOP

(UPS) EARTH JULY 1975
Black sails knifing through the pitchblende night
Away from the radioactive landmass madness
From the silver-suited people searching out
Uncontaminated food and shelter on the shores
No glowing metal on our ship of wood only
Free happy crazy people naked in the universe
WE SPEAK EARTH TALK
GO RIDE THE MUSIC

If you smile at me you know I will understand
Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
In the same language
I can see by your coat my friend that you're from the other side
There's just one thing I got to know
Can you tell me please who won
You must try some of my purple berries
I been eating them for six or seven weeks now
Haven't got sick once
Probably keep us both alive
Wooden ships on the water very free and easy
Easy you know the way it's supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline leave us be
Very free and easy
Sail away where the mornin sun goes high
Sail away where the wind blows sweet and young birds fly
Take a sister by her hand
Lead her far from this barren land
Horror grips us as we watch you die
All we can do is echo your anguished cry and
Stare as all you human feelings die
We are leaving
You don't need us
Go and take a sister by her hand
Lead her far from this foreign land
Somewhere where we might laugh again
We are leaving
You don't need us
Sailing ships on the water very free and easy
Easy you know the way it's supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline leave us be
Very free
And gone
NO C'MON
GO RIDE THE MUSIC
C'MON RIDE IT CHILD

(© 1969 Guerrilla Musica, Gold Hill Music and Iceberg Co.)

 Eskimo Blue Day TOP

Snow cuts loose from the frozen
Until it joins with the African sea
In moving it changes its cold and its name
The reason I come and go is the same
Animal game for me
You call it rain
But the human name
Doesn't mean shit to a tree
If you don't mind heat in your river and
Fork tongue talking from me
Swim like an eel fantastic snake
Take my love when it's free
Electric feel with me
You call it loud
But the human crowd
Doesn't mean shit to a tree
Change the strings and notes slide
Change the bridge and string shift down
Shift the notes and bride sings
Fire eating people
Rising toys of the sun
Energy dies without body warm
Icicles ruin your gun
Water my roots the natural thing
Natural spring to the sea
Sulphur springs make my body float
Like a ship made of logs from a tree
Redwoods talk to me
Say it plainly
The human name
Doesn't mean shit to a tree
Snow called water going violent
Damn the end of the stream
Too much cold in one place breaks
That's why you might know what I mean
Consider how small you are
Compared to your scream
The human dream
Doesn't mean shit to a tree

(© 1969 Iceberg Co.)

 A Song for All Seasons TOP

Well the word was out on the street today
All the friends that I'd met would have to say
While your records line the shelves
You're fighting amongst yourselves
That's a hell of a lot of dues for you to pay
Well the word my friend you know is on the street
It's on the lips of everyone I meet
While you're climbin up the chart
Your band just fell apart
I guess your life just ain't really that complete
You know your car with which I was impressed
Well I hear that it's gonna be repossessed
Well I thought you had it made
But you ain't even paid
For the things that you've bought
Since the acid test
I hear you manager skipped town with all your pay
And your lead singer's bulge turns the censors grey
Wall that's really a doggone shame
But who's there left to blame
And all you ever really wanted was just to play
They say your drummer he's crazy as a loon
Last night they found him baying at the moon
As as for your lead guitar
He just cracked up his car
But he should be out of traction very soon
Well my friend it's time for me to go
I just can't be late for my evening show
You see I've written this tune
And I hope that very soon
I'll be heard on Top 40 radio

(© 1969 Iceberg Co.)

 Volunteers TRADUZIONE TOP

Look what's happening out in the streets
Got a revolution Got to revolution
Hey I'm dancing down the streets
Got a revolution Got to revolution
Ain't it amazing all the people I meet
Got a revolution Got to revolution
One generation got old
One generation got soul
This generation got no destination to hold
Pick up the cry
Hey now it's time for you and me
Got a revolution Got to revolution
Come on now we're marching to the sea
Got a revolution Got to revolution
Who will take it from you
We will and who are we
We are volunteers of America

(© 1969 Iceberg Co.)

 Note:

Altre notizie sui Jefferson Airplane & family

Volunteers è l'album che segue la fortunata performance dei Jefferson Airplane a Woodstock e quindi esce nel momento di massima popolarità internazionale del gruppo, portabandiera dello "spirito del '68" USA, della cultura alternativa dei figli dei fiori diventata ora, da pacifista che era, ribelle, temperandosi nella opposizione alla guerra in Vietnam, che vedeva proprio in quegli anni il maggiore (e velleitario) dispiego di mezzi americani, con oltre mezzo milione di soldati, in gran parte di leva, dislocati nel remoto paese asiatico.

L'album è quindi coerentemente incentrato sui temi della ribellione all'ordine costituito, sin dalla creativa e bizzarra copertina interna ed esterna, proponendo brani diventati poi emblematici come la title-track (traduzione) inno alla resistenza dell'America alternativa, non a caso utilizzata come brano evocativo dell'epoca nel film Forrest Gump, oppure la sognante e splendida Wooden Ships, scritta dai due leader dei Jefferson Airplane Paul Kantner e Grace Slick assieme a David Crosby, dove il popolo degli oppositori si appresta ad abbandonare il mondo dell'establishment con "navi di legno", la stessa idea di fuga che sarà ripresa ed estesa (verso lo spazio) nel successivo Blows Against The Empire ed in generale in tutta la operazione Jefferson Starship, non rinunciando però nella scaletta del disco a momenti idilliaci e country come Good Shepherd, un tradizionale splendidamente reinventato dal chitarrista del gruppo Jorma Kaukonen, la breve apertura western e solo musicale di Meadowlands (praterie), il country del batterista Spencer Dryden (A Song For All Seasons), per arrivare a un altro punto alto con una della classiche e trascinanti ballate di Grace Slick, Hey Fredrick.

Pubblicazione: dicembre 1969

Formazione
Marty Balin - Vocals
Jorma Kaukonen - Guitar
Grace Slick - Vocals
Nicky Hopkins - Piano
Paul Kantner - Vocals
Jack Casady - Bass
Spencer Dryden - Drums
Wally Heider - Producer
Al Schmitt - Producer, Engineer
Richie Schmitt - Engineer
Joe Lopes - Engineer

Lyrics © 1969 RCA Records / Notes © Alberto Truffi / Reproduction for commercial use strictly prohibited

Testi © 1969 RCA Records / Note © Alberto Truffi  / Riproduzione per usi commerciali assolutamente proibita

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