Moonsweat March – CD / MC

“Prin componenţă, KUMM aminteşte de prima formulă Van Der Graaf Generator, iar muzica, deşi mai puţin crudă, posedă acelaşi spirit aventuros. În ansamblu sound-ul este foarte lucrat, cu părţi vocale extreme de clare, cântată fără cea mai mică umbră de accent est-european, balansul instrumentelor este focalizat iar producţia este foarte curată.”
Mark Hughes, Recenzie la Moonsweat March

“Overall, the band have achieved a very polished sound, the vocals are very clear and sung without a trace of an Eastern European accent, the balance between the instrumentation is spot on and the production is very clean with great separation between the instruments.”
Mark Hughes, Moonsweat March review

Kumm:
Nuţescu Eugen – voce, guitars, bass
Meier Zsolt – alto & bariton sax
András Kovács – keyboard
Csergö Dominic – drums, percussion

Invitaţi:
Janitsek Bori – cello
Makkai Dávid – double bass

Pagina tehnică / Technical Data

1CD Vinyl Replica • Soft REcords • Nr catalog: SFTR-003-2 • Cod preț: VR • Barcode: 0407530000324 • An: 2000

Producător executiv: Romulus ARHIRE
Inregistrat si mixat: GLAS TRANSILVAN STUDIO
Inginer de sunet Vegh OLIVER
Masterizare: Cristian VARGA
Grafica: Ovidiu PANIGHIANŢ
Grafica computerizată: Gabi OLTEANU
Foto: CILU
Ediţie CD 2000: 1CD STD, Soft Records, număr de catalog - SFTR-003-2.
Ediţie MC 2000: 1MC STD, Soft Records, număr de catalog - SFTR-003-4.

Recenzii / Reviews - Links

Moonsweat March - recenzie Clickzoombytes, 17.11.2009.
Moonsweat March - recenzie Zamislitsalbatec, 30.06.2009.
Moonsweet March - Mark Hughes, Dutch Progressive Rock Page, vol.48, 2003.
Cumpără albumul online prin MyCD.

Piese / Tracks

1.	Small	3 : 30	All the forms x3 Become uniforms All the fields x3 Become battlefields Take me in your arms and stroke my head I’m feeling so far from all Take me in your arms and hold me tight cause I’m feeling so small All the tears x3 Become teargas All the clouds x3 Become stormclouds Take me…. All the lords x3 Become warlords All the men x3 Become supermen Take me…
2.	A Midwinternight’s Dream	6 : 47	The smuggler tip-toes on the border Anxiously looking over his shoulder Wrapped up in white sheets, he’s almost unseen As he crosses the fields and the frozen stream The wind is blowing through his bones The cold air breath in chills his soul “I’ll be home tonight Drinking wine by the fireside” The soldier marches in the row His eyes upon the footsteps in the snow The slimy uniform is sticky with sweat A tiny dot in the landscape creeping ahead The wind bents down the trees with heavy strokes The cold air he breath out is turning to smoke “I’ll be…..”
3.	Dancing on the wires	5 : 45	It’s obvious that we’re going in the wrong direction The mirror shows the way but we follow it’s reflection We’re staggering through darkest night Lost is the path, forgotten the light The candles all are burning down On every face appears a frown The moist drops down the trees extinguishing the fires The spoken words are blown away dancing on the wires Scribbled paper, carved wood Tell a tale so tender Put your hands down, hold your breath Let your soul surrender My shadow hangs down from a tree Looking at me Eyes opened wide Reflecting the skies, the trees My mind’s framing words I can’t use they just abuse I can’t wait It’s too late To change the fate Tell me what’s the game about If you want to see me jump and shout Jump and shout Jump and shout The opening was vast and bold The gods dressed up in Silver, ivory, marble, gold The water sprinkling Fresh and clear Drops Dissolving On My Tongue
4.	Marty	2 : 28	nbsp; Mummy, oh my little Mummy I know this sounds funny But I wanna go home Daddy, my darling Daddy You’re all alone with Mary And you’re so turned on Mary, sweet little Mary You’ve stained your skirt with jelly And now you have to go home Bobby, big brother Bobby Walking hand in hand with Robby And you’re so turned on Untill the declarations of independence, in 1776 Over two thirds of the settlers in what later became the U.S. came from England After that date many other people came To make a new life for themselves in the new world Irish, French, Dutch, Germans, Italians, Slaves and Scandinavians All people Gave new words to the language of North-America… Oh my little Mary You’ve stained your skirt with jelly And now you have to go home Bobby, big brother Bobby Walking hand in hand with Robby And you’re so turned on Mummy, oh my little Mummy I know this sounds funny But I wanna go home Marty, sweet cousin Marty You know I really hate this party And I wanna go home!
5.	Moonsweat March	8 : 44	Prepare my eyelids with care Show me things my thoughts don’t dare Dust them and keep them all clean No stains allowed on the screen Blow out the blaze in my eyes Sing me lullabies Sway my soul soft into sleep One sheep, two sheep, three, four, five, six… Cloaked up in malice, phantoms of friends Are chasing me over the fields Sandstorms and locusts and warriors in shields Try to block my race over the lands Dry fountain swallows my frame and shadow Earthbelly opens its door Moisty’s the cavern that urges me on Face to face with the crow Don’t wake me up with a scream Sweating moonbeams Sway me to sleep once again Seven, eight, nine, ten… Wardrums and voices are chanting the hymns Rain has been falling down for several years Moisty’s the fireplace, playgrounds are wet I am counting to ten, counting to nine, Counting to three, counting to one Playing hide & seek with the sun Eyes are raised in hope and prayers for better days No sunshine falls on the blade that’s risen to slay
6.	Ego-etno-tv-personality	4 : 10	nbsp; Don’t talk to me about instability Cause I’m standing on one foot At the edge of insanity Crying at laughter Laughing at grief In perfect symmetry Don’t talk to me about relativity Entangled as I am In my own uncertainty Drowning in sorrow Swimming in joy Almost simultaneousty Don’t talk to me about morality Cause I’ve got three daughters With different mothers In my family I’m playing with feelings And throwing stones Against monotony Don’t talk to me about popularity Cause I’m a straight shooter Hungry for publicity I turn on the T.V. Everybody I see Is not as half as good as me!
7.	Listen To My Songs	4 : 48	nbsp; Fresh fried flesh fighting for foreign fridays Black beer brewed in basements by butterflies Calm calculated citizens crying cause credit cards can’t crush candies Politician playing in private party prefers predicting punishment for prophecies Rescueing razorblades for runaway rebel riots Detesting drop-outs, depression, dependence, but drawings on dewdrops Travesti traveller telephones to Tennessee, tracking trafficants 767 souvenirs sold since southern soldiers stopped suffering Withered widows wrapped in warm wool wailing like worms under willows Guns grenades and groceries are gambled for goldbars in Graceland Love in limousines and low-lighted liars, lizards lurking in luxury Hide & seek on Halloween, there’s a horrible human inheritance from halfgods Listen to my songs, don’t listen to my words…
8.	Now And After	6 : 43	nbsp; Waiting to turn my pain into tears Lifting the dam that’s blocking the stream Now that the stones have melt from my heart I feel as empty as I’ve felt in the start Is it myself I’m trying to fool Hiding behind established rules? Is it myself I’m trying to buy Trading the heavens for the sky? Waiting to pour my happiness out Laughing and smiling, dancing around Now that the bliss has melt from my soul I feel as empty as I’ve felt before Is it myself… Beautiful, busy, astonished, attractive Devoted, deceptive, aggressive & blind Fabulous, fertile, forsaken, suspicious Pretentious, perverted, reluctant & kind Nervous, nostalgic, sincere, superficial Uncertain, dependent, sarcastic & loud Sensitive, sensual, afraid, apprehensive Difficult, stubborn, possessive & proud Every day Changing All the time Waiting Is it myself… Waiting for my plans to succeed Working on their fullfilment for years Now that all my dreams have come true I feel there’s nothing else here for me to do
9.	Dictionary	3 : 58	nbsp; I want to see my name in a dictionary I want to have it printed between writers & painters & doctors & queens I want children to learn about me in school And have a statue built in the park You’ll sit on a bench And watch the pidgeons shit on my head I was No.1 in highschool Now I’m the best man at my job I’m working from early in the morning And in the evening I study at home Don’t ask me ’bout movies and women And cocktails and parties I never felt their taste Don’t ask me about anything Except the work I do Cause I never had time to lose I want to see my name… I’ve been filling hundreds of pages with letters And I’ve got used to see my face at the news Now I’m headed towards the big congress To read my work and get the award I want to see my name…
10.	Secret Room	2 : 55	nbsp; The workers bang their hammers Shots are on the screen Carwheels are all squeeking As the red turns into green Oh I’m sick of all these noises So I’ll lock the door to my secret room The flowers take the water The bank takes the alarm Rich men get the money Women get the charm Oh I’m sick of these divisions So I’ll lock the door to my secret room Today the sun shines brightly And I’m feeling good Yesterday a cloud cast Shadows on my mood Oh I’m sick of expressing My feelings in public So I’ll lock the door to my secret room
11.	Ce şi cum	2 : 51	nbsp; Ce trebuie să fac? Ce trebuie să fac ca să vă plac? Ce trebuie să fac? Trebuie să mă rad în cap? Sau vreţi să mă îmbrac în frac? Să dorm în picioare şi să umblu culcat? Cum trebuie să cânt ca să vă-ncânt? Cum trebuie să cânt? La-la-la-la În triluri lungi să vă implor? Şi printre şoapte de amor S-apar duminica la televizor? Cum trebuie să vorbesc ca să vă vrăjesc? Cum trebuie să vorbesc ca să vă cuceresc? Cum trebuie să vorbesc? Trebuie să fac promisiuni Să vă conving că-s băiat bun? Sau să m-exprim vulgar şi dur Cu * şi * şi * te-n * Ce trebuie să fac?