 ERIC
WOOLFSON - FREUDIANA
(1990)
Laurie Cottle - Bajo
Stuart Elliott - Batería y
Percusión
Ian Bairnson - Guitarra
eléctrica y acústica
Eric Woolfson - Teclados
Richard Cottle - Sintetizadores
y saxofones
Alan Parsons - Teclados
adicionales
Voces - Eric Woolfson, Leo Sayer,
Graham Dye, The Flying Pickets, Kiki Dee, Eric Stewart,
Frankie Howerd, Marti Webb, Gary Howard, Chris Rainbow, John
Miles
Orquestas con arreglos y dirigidas por
Andrew Powell
Freudiana - An introduction to the
world of Sigmund Freud
I was alone in my room feeling sorry for myself.
Call me a prophet of doom, I could think of nothing else.
I found a Freudian book gathering dust upon my shelf.
I thought I'll give it a look, would it hurt or would it
help?
Freudiana, do you want to be somebody?
Freudiana, do you want to change the world?
I met the Wolfman and the Ratman, Anna-O and Little Hans.
They were walking on a tightrope, I never thought they had a
chance.
And then a hand reached out to hold them just before they
tumbled down.
But I was standing in a quicksand and I could not feel the
ground.
Freudiana, do you want to be somebody?
Freudiana, do you want to change the world?
I look back and try to find the part of me I don't know.
I won't stop till I see the truth. There's such a long way
to go.
I saw a picture of a stranger but I don't understand.
He had a ring around his finger and something burning in his
hand.
And I wanted him to teach me and I needed to believe.
But the shadows that he threw me were intended to deceive.
Freudiana, do you want to be somebody?
Freudiana, do you want to change the world?
I Am A Mirror - The function of the
psychoanalyst
Suppose I were to tell you that the meaning of dreams
is not all that it seems and the ultimate truth is a lie.
And you are just a puppet who can dance on a string.
Do you feel anything?
would you Laugh? would you care? would you cry?
But the meaning of life is a mystery, how can anyone
disagree?
and the music is a symphony which we play in a minor key.
I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Every face is someone else.
Look at me smile and you're the clown. And if I dance you
turn around.
Look in my eyes and see your tears until the music
disappears.
So if you are confused and don't know which way to go.
You will certainly know. From the moment we're living we
die.
And if it's all a crazy game you don't want to play
tell me what you can say.
It's a joke. It's the truth. It's a lie.
But the meaning of life is a mystery that we don't
understand.
And the music is a rhapsody if you're happy the way that you
are.
I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Every face is someone else.
Look at me smile and you're the clown. And if I dance you
turn around.
Look in my eyes and see your tears until the music
disappears.
And the meaning of life is a mystery though we live it from
day to day.
But the music of live should be harmony so that anyone here
can play.
I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Every face is someone else.
Look at me smile and you're the clown. And if I dance you
turn around.
Look in my eyes and see your tears until the music
disappears.
Little Hans - Freud's youngest patient
Little Hans, Little Hans, what do you see?
the worlds is full of big surprises
Little Hans, Little Hans, what can they be?
they come in many shapes and sizes.
Little boys always love to play
but something is not quite right
Little Hans won't come out today
he's scared of a horse that might bite.
Little Hans, Little Hans, what can it be?
your thoughts are filled with such confusion
Little Hans, Little Hans when will you see?
you're barking up the wrong conclusion.
Professor man asks him oh so nicely
why will you not come out?
Little Hans tells him most politely
what he is thinking about.
A ride in a tram, a lily white lamb, raspberry jam
Little Hans, Little Hans, where will you go?
the world is full of compromises
Little Hans, Little Hans, how will you know?
they come in many strange disguises.
Professor man shakes his head and wonders
how will he work it out?
Little Hans tells him quite precisely
what he's been dreaming about.
I jump in the bath, I make myself laugh, I ride a giraffe
Little Hans, Little Hans, I found a clue
I think I've made the right connection
Little Hans, Little Hans, all I can do
is give a common sense injection.
Little boys grow up just like daddy
professor man has no doubt
Little Hans goes to sleep and wonders
what he was talking about.
Dora - Another of Freud's patients
Dora, in the middle of the night
will you wait for me
till the morning sun shine bright
for it's all a dream.
And it's only make believe.
Dora, oh it hurts to hear you say
you're all alone
and the pain won't go away
but it's all a dream
and it's only make believe.
Listening through the hours of the day
waiting for the night to end
thinking, though it's not for me to say
when will I see you again
when will I see you again.
Forget the lies they whisper in your ear
and every superstitious word you hear
Dora, though the truth is hard to face
and the fantasy
is not easy to replace
it's all a dream
and it's only make believe.
Oh, I keep thinking
of the words I shouldn't say
when will I see you again
when will I see you again.
And every doubt they whisper in your ear
and all the half-forgotten past you fear
one day will fade away and disappear.
Dora, in the middle of the night
do you wait for me
where the morning sun shine bright
is it all a dream
is it only make believe.
Is it all a thread
of the tangled web you weave
is it all a dream
is it only make believe.
Funny You Should Say That - The
interpretation of dreams
Well it's funny you should say that
it's a most peculiar thing
yes it's funny you should say that.
I was talking to a man
and I saw he wore a ring
yes it's funny you should say that.
And I told him of a dream
where I caught and ate a whale
then I woke up feeling hungry, he said
that's a curious tale
for a dream contains a wish
in this case a giant fish
as the pressure you were under
might have woken you from slumber
to relieve the pangs of hunger
you just dreamed yourself a dish.
Well it's funny you should say that
it's a most peculiar thing
yes it's funny you should say that.
For I also met a man
and he also wore a ring
yes it's funny you should say that.
And I told him of a dream
where the sun was at its height
but my toes were blocks of ice, he said
let me get this right
you are tall and so your feet
must protrude beyond the sheet
while you sleep they're unprotected
and it's just as I suspected
you were trying to dream some heat.
But there are six white wolves
in the dead of the night
on the branch of a tree.
And they have such big eyes
and they're shining so bright
all the better to see.
And they have such big ears
all the better to hear
and they're listening to me.
And they have such sharp teeth
all the better to eat
and they're looking at me.
Well it's funny you should say that
it's a most peculiar thing
yes it's funny you should say that.
I was speaking to a man
but I don't recall a ring
yes it's funny you should say that.
And I told him of a dream
where I turned into a snail
and he said it is simplicity
to follow such a trail
for this creature takes his shell
anywhere that he may roam.
But work must keep you on the move
you fear your wife may disapprove
so in the dream you just remove
and take along your home.
If I step on a line
something will happen
there are rats in a jar
something will happen.
And they have such big eyes
and they're shining so bright
all the better to see.
And they have such sharp teeth
all the better to eat
and they're looking at me.
Tell me what they say
tell me what can they be
tell me what does it mean
tell me what do you see.
Fantasia
nothing is what it seems
fantasia
a world that's made out of dreams
fantasia
nothing is what it seems
fantasia.
Well it's funny you should say that
it's a most peculiar thing
yes it's funny you should say that.
Though I haven't met this man
so he didn't wear a ring
it's so funny you should say that.
I told him of a dream
where I turned into a hat
that was round and made of fur, would he say
nothing wrong with that
as I sit here in my chair
I can see your growth is spare
and it is my observation
that this caused you much frustration
so you dreamed a consolation
to replace the loss of hair.
I'm going to be a mother
I'm going to have a child.
There are wolves in the tree
but the tree never grew
there are rats in the jar
but the curse wasn't true.
Fantasia
nothing is what it seems
fantasia
a world that is made out of dreams.
You're On Your Own - The mother and
son relationship
Do you know who I am
do you know where you are
are you where you want to be.
Do you see what you like
do you like what you see
do you think a need in you
can fulfill a need in me.
You're on your own, you're on your own
in a no man's land
in a danger zone
you're on your own, you're on your own
and you cant turn back
and you can't find your way home.
Do you know who you are
do you know what you want
can you see me as I am.
Do you think you're a lion
and I'm a lamb
that you came in here a boy
and you're going out a man.
You're on your own, you're on your own
and there's no way out
of the Danger zone
you're on your own, you're on your own
and your only friend
is a heart of stone.
And now you are alone my friend
and I must set you free
and you must face the world outside
and find your destiny.
You're on your own, you're on your own
in a no man's land
in a danger zone
you're on your own, you're on your own
and your only friend has a heart of stone.
You're on your own, you're on your own
and there's no way out
of the Danger zone
you're on your own, you're on your own
just a lonely child
and you can't find your way home.
Far Away From Home - Wolfman, Ratman,
Judge, Dora and Little Hans
- Far Away from Home - The
Lament of
the Wolfman, the Ratman and the Judge who together with Dora
and Little Hans, comprise Freud's five classic cases
We've come so far
to hear the words
of hope and consolation
with no star to guide us through the night.
Through many realms of fantasy
we wander and we roam
far away from home.
Then all of those
we held so dear
grew tired of understanding
and we dream through the endless night alone
what sun can light this darkness
and what hand remove this stone.
Far away, far away
like a leaf that the wind has blown
far away, far away
far away from home
far away from home.
All that I am
what I've become
will I ever find my place in the sun.
What sun can light this darkness
and what hand remove this stone.
Far away, far away
will I ever find my place in the sun
far away.
I could be happy then
far away
I'll find Jerusalem
far away from home
far away from home.
Let Yourself Go - Maitre Charcot, the
French hypnotist
- Let Yourself Go - Maitre Charcot,
the French hypnotist who influenced Freud
Maitre Charcot he can send you where the winds blow
look in his eye and your mind goes into Limbo
they say, he's mad as a hatter
he's no medicine man
let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go.
Maitre Charcot he can teach you what you don't know
look in his eye and the clock runs out of tempo
he knows, it's mind over matter
you'll fit in the palm of his hand
let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go.
It doesn't need too much explaining
it doesn't seem to be so hard
you just count to ten and then back again
and before long you won't know where you are.
Maitre Charcot he will catch you if you let go
look in his eyes and your thoughts go into slow motion
you glide, like birds of a feather
he flies higher than you
let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go.
For any doubt you have remaining
let me remind you once again
you just close you eyes as the eagle flies
and before you know it you won't feel any pain, any pain.
I'd like to stay here forever, who needs the hullabaloo?
let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go.
The Ring - The surprising gift given by
Freud to his followers
Round your finger
token of the love we give one another
music of the future that we'll discover
promises to keep more than any other
symbolising all that we share.
The ring is magic
the ring is power
like a candle in the dark for everyone to see
the ring is madness
the ring is fire
and it burns with all the brightness of the sun.
In a circle
living in a world of perpetual motion
turning with the tide of a restless ocean
spinning on the wheel of your own emotion
ridin' on a wild carrousel
you'll be turning round and round
round and round we go.
Promises, promises, promises, promises
Round your finger
after all the years we've been together
walking in the sun and stormy weather
sharing in a moment to last forever
memories and dreams without end.
The ring is magic
the ring is power
and it finds you in the darkness of the night
the ring is madness
the ring is fire
and it guides you when you're blinded by the light.
The ring is magic
the ring is power
like a candle in the dark for all to see
the ring is madness
the ring is fire
and it burns with all the brightness of the sun.
The ring is magic, magic, fire, fire
the ring is mine.
Sects Therapy - A health warning
Sects Therapy - A health warning on
some possible pitfalls of psychology
I was lonely and depressed
having fled the family home
when I met an old acquaintance
I had only barely known.
And I told her over tea
of my worries and my woes
and a morbid fear of eating beans
in tightly fitting clothes.
And she said psychoanalysis was just the thing for me
and she knew a Mayfair analyst I really ought to see.
So I went round to his rooms
and he saw me right away
though he asked a sum of money I could ill afford to pay.
But I lay down on the couch
by a bowl of flaccid flowers
and I talked and talked and talked and talked
for hours and hours and hours
and he told me tales of Oedipus with great authority.
And he asked me if my mother
wore stiletto heels and rubber
and I realised that this poor soul
was more confused than me.
Well the shock was so profound
that I fled into the strand
where I saw a Hare Krishna group
and joined in with the band.
This was just the life for me
free of worldly goods and care
and I chanted and I ranted
round and round Trafalgar Square.
I converted tens of thousands and they joined us then and
there
But the
Bagwan was so jealous
that he called me over zealous
then he threw me out
when I refused to cut off all my hair.
(Dr. Ruth, Dr. Ruth, why not write to Dr. Ruth?)
So I wrote to Dr. Ruth
and she helpfully proposed
I should join a nudist colony
and throw away my clothes.
All that sun upon my flesh
would set my libido free
and would guarantee much more of it
whatever 'it' may be.
But I don't feel that I was quite equipped for such a life
Fair of skin just like my sisters
too much sun would give me blisters
so I think I'll turn the whole thing in.
And go home to the wife
No One Can Love You Better Than Me -
The Oedipus complex
I am the universal mother
the heart of the family
when you are born in your innocent world
you will depend on me
mine are the arms to rock you
when you're scared of the dark of the night
but soft though the lips of a girl might be
no one can love you better than me.
But somewhere in the dark there is a wall of silence
that hides the love away, that hides the love away.
I am the universal father
the head of the family
when you imagine a man of the world
he will be just like me
I am the lord and master
my word is the royal decree
I stand by the side of the woman I love
no one can love her better than me.
I am the universal son
the pride of the family
I shine like the stars in my mother's eyes
she can believe in me
I am the young pretender
with fire to bring to the fight
but strong as another's arms may be
no one can love her better than me.
But somewhere in the dark there is a wall of silence
and sometimes in the night there is a wall of silence
don't take the love away, don't take the love away
no one can love you better than me
no one can love you better than me.
No one can love you
no one can love you better than me.
Don't Let The Moment Pass - A picture of
romantic idealism
This golden day will be mine
for every moment in time
if time should lose her way.
A symphony in the night
of stars that dance in the light
and music far away.
They say that love is but a dance
don't let the music fade away
don't let the moment pass.
Without reason or rhyme
the sweet bouquet of the wine
will vanish in the air.
The innocence of the rose
she leaves where she goes
for all the world to share.
Some days when clouds are drifting by
I open my eyes and watch them go
and wonder where they fly.
Some nights Orion runs too fast
I look to the stars as if to say
don't let the moment pass.
But soon a golden age is past
just when it seemed that miracles
where not too much to ask.
And though the world may turn too fast
if it should seem like paradise
don't let the moment pass.
Upper Me - The Ego and the Id
The time has come the wild one said
when we must all decide
we cannot carry on this way
and so we must divide
the road before us runs both ways
so which one do you choose
but all will not go well if you refuse.
What becomes of the upper me when the fire burns in my mind
how can I leave my Ego behind
I return to another me or I lose the will to survive
how can I keep my hero alive.
It seems to me the wise one said
that mountains are so high
the river is too deep to cross
and none of us can fly
but I believe that compromise
is what is needed here
or surely we become the things we fear.
But the good in me don't wanna believe
that the evil me is so
and a voice somewhere said do as you please
but the
Upper Me said no, no, no, no, no, no.
What becomes of the upper me when the fire burns in my mind
how can I leave my Ego behind
I return to another me or I lose the will to survive
how can I keep my hero alive
to survive
how can I keep my hero alive.
Destiny - A brief reminder of reality
And now you are alone my friend
and I must set you free
and you must face the world outside
and find your destiny.
There But For The Grace Of God - An
anthem to the human condition
What kind of madness rule the world today
what earthly reason holding sway
there is no heaven at all
for some may weep
and some may sleep
while some may rise
and some may fall.
No one is an island
no one born alone
no man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
though some may dare to try.
Say there but for the grace of God go you my friend
say there but for the grace of God go I
go I.
And so we live in lives of fantasy
and dream of dreams that hold the key
and we follow like sheep
we thread the path
that leads to Thee
we seek the soul that is not ours to keep.
No one is an island
no one born alone
no man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
though some may dare to try.
Say there but for the grace of God go you my friend
say there but for the grace of God go I
go I.
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