Complete 20 tracks and liner notes booklet with poems.
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The track listing for the vinyl is as follows:
Side A
1) Scanner - Elegy for Neal Cassady
2) Shintaro Sakamoto - Manhattan Thirties Flash
3) Thurston Moore & Lee Ranaldo - Hum Bom
4) Ed Sanders (The Fugs) - Memory Gardens
5) Mickey Hart - First Party at Ken Kesey's With Hell's Angels (Drones Du Jour)
6) Howie B with Gavin Friday - Death On All Fronts (America is Falling)
7) Disco Pusher - A Prophecy
Side B
1) Angélique Kidjo - Uluru Song
2) Bill Frisell - Over Laramie
3) Andrew Bird - Easter Sunday
4) Devendra Banhart - Milarepa Taste
5) Yo La Tengo - Bayonne Entering N.Y.C.
6) Lang Lee - Pain on All Fronts
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I was initially drawn towards the warm & intimate nature of Allen's voice in this recording, such a welcome embrace. Upon realising that the Poem was about an acid trip in the Welsh countryside I felt a sense of direct connection and transported myself to a similar 'mushroom influenced' scenario from several years ago, where I found myself marveling at the earth, trees & streams of the beautiful Welsh countryside. Musically I wanted to match the dynamic flow of the poem, breaking it down to match the calmest moments, the deep "Om" meditation & then building up to the joyous crescendo's of Allen's ecstatic "Oh, Mother!". All in all It was quite an emotional & uplifting process for me & I feel proud to be involved.
Seb Taylor, Kaya Project
lyrics
Wales Visitation
White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow
Trees moving in rivers of wind
The clouds arise
as on a wave, gigantic eddy lifting mist
above teeming ferns exquisitely swayed
along a green crag
glimpsed thru mullioned glass in valley raine—
Bardic, O Self, Visitacione, tell naught
but what seen by one man in a vale in Albion,
of the folk, whose physical sciences end in Ecology,
the wisdom of earthly relations,
of mouths & eyes interknit ten centuries visible
orchards of mind language manifest human,
of the satanic thistle that raises its horned symmetry
flowering above sister grass-daisies’ pink tiny
bloomlets angelic as lightbulbs—
Remember 160 miles from London’s symmetrical thorned tower
& network of TV pictures flashing bearded your Self
the lambs on the tree-nooked hillside this day bleating
heard in Blake’s old ear, & the silent thought of Wordsworth in eld
Stillness
clouds passing through skeleton arches of Tintern Abbey—
Bard Nameless as the Vast, babble to Vastness!
All the Valley quivered, one extended motion, wind
undulating on mossy hills
a giant wash that sank white fog delicately down red runnels
on the mountainside
whose leaf-branch tendrils moved asway
in granitic undertow down—
and lifted the floating Nebulous upward, and lifted the arms of the trees
and lifted the grasses an instant in balance
and lifted the lambs to hold still
and lifted the green of the hill, in one solemn wave
A solid mass of Heaven, mist-infused, ebbs thru the vale,
a wavelet of Immensity, lapping gigantic through Llanthony Valley,
the length of all England, valley upon valley under Heaven’s ocean
tonned with cloud-hang,
—Heaven balanced on a grassblade.
Roar of the mountain wind slow, sigh of the body,
One Being on the mountainside stirring gently
Exquisite scales trembling everywhere in balance,
one motion thru the cloudy sky-floor shifting on the million feet of
daisies,
one Majesty the motion that stirred wet grass quivering
to the farthest tendril of white fog poured down
through shivering flowers on the mountain’s head—
No imperfection in the budded mountain,
Valleys breathe, heaven and earth move together,
daisies push inches of yellow air, vegetables tremble,
grass shimmers green
sheep speckle the mountainside, revolving their jaws with empty eyes,
horses dance in the warm rain,
tree-lined canals network live farmland,
blueberries fringe stone walls on hawthorn’d hills,
pheasants croak on meadows haired with fern —
Out, out on the hillside, into the ocean sound, into delicate
gusts of wet air,
Fall on the ground, O great Wetness, O Mother, No harm on your body!
Stare close, no imperfection in the grass,
each flower Buddha-eye, repeating the story,
myriad-formed—
Kneel before the foxglove raising green buds, mauve bells drooped
doubled down the stem trembling antennae,
& look in the eyes of the branded lambs that stare
breathing stockstill under dripping hawthorn—
I lay down mixing my beard with the wet hair of the mountainside,
smelling the brown vagina-moist ground, harmless,
tasting the violet thistle-hair, sweetness—
One being so balanced, so vast, that its softest breath
moves every floweret in the stillness on the valley floor,
trembles lamb-hair hung gossamer rain-beaded in the grass,
lifts trees on their roots, birds in the great draught
hiding their strength in the rain, bearing same weight,
Groan thru breast and neck, a great Oh! to earth heart
Calling our Presence together
The great secret is no secret
Senses fit the winds,
Visible is visible,
rain-mist curtains wave through the bearded vale,
gray atoms wet the wind’s kabbala
Crosslegged on a rock in dusk rain,
rubber booted in soft grass, mind moveless,
breath trembles in white daisies by the roadside,
Heaven breath and my own symmetric
Airs wavering thru antlered green fern
drawn in my navel, same breath as breathes thru Capel-Y-Ffn,
Sounds of Aleph and Aum
through forests of gristle,
my skull and Lord Hereford’s Knob equal,
All Albion one.
What did I notice? Particulars! The
vision of the great One is myriad—
smoke curls upward from ashtray,
house fire burned low,
The night, still wet & moody black heaven
starless
upward in motion with wet wind.
July 29, 1967 (LSD)—August 3, 1967 (London)
credits
from Allen Ginsberg’s The Fall of America: A 50th Anniversary Musical Tribute,
released February 5, 2021
Music & Production by Seb Taylor. Backing vocals by Natasha Taylor
Allen Ginsberg recorded on Richard Freeman Midnight Show, radio station KPFA, Berkeley, July 2, 1971, Supervised by Barry Miles, Courtesy of the Department of Special Collections, Stanford University Libraries, Ginsberg Collection.
Mastering - Nathan Moody at Obsidian Sound
Renowned poet, world traveler, spiritual seeker, founding member of a major literary movement, champion of human and civil
rights, photographer and songwriter, political gadfly, teacher and co-founder of a poetics school. Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) defied simple classification.
Ginsberg parlayed his fame and network of connections into a modestly successful career in music....more
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