Δυο τραγούδια από το μυθικό, spaced out άλμπουμ – ντεμπούτο των Red Crayola. Το The Parable Of Arable Land ήταν το ξεκίνημα της μακρόχρονης δημιουργικής περιπέτειας του Mayo Thompson που φτάνει μέχρι τις μέρες μας. Guest συμμετοχή εδώ ο ημίθεος Roky Erickson, στο όργανο και τη φυσαρμόνικα. 🔴 🔴 Two songs from the mythical, spaced-out debut album by the Red Crayola. The Parable of Arable Land was the beginning of Mayo Thompson’s long creative adventure that continues to this day. Guest appearance here by the demigod Roky Erickson, on organ and harmonica.

Written by Frederick Barthelme, Steve Cunningham, Mayo Thompson Album The Parable Of Arable Land Producer Lelan Rogers

00:00 HURRICANE FIGHTER PLANE
Well I have in my pocket
A hurricane fighter plane
And it takes me where I want to go
It doesn’t matter if it rains
 It’s my hurricane fighter plane I love
And it takes me where I want to go
To the sky up above
To the sky up above
To the ground below
 Well there is one thing my baby
I know that I must do for you
And it’s the only thing that I can do
 It’s my hurricane fighter plane
And it’s mine
And it takes us to the sky
All the time
All the time
All the time
 Come fly with me
Anytime and anywhere
When you fly with me in my aeroplane
You won’t care
 It’ll take us over mountains
And down in valleys so deep
And then the ride is over
You can go to sleep
You can go to sleep
In my arms you’ll creep
 On the shelf I have six buckets
And they’re all for you
They’re full of little things that we can do
 You’ll be amused by my hurricane fighter plane
And after we ride through the sky
It’s just won’t be the same
It’ll never be the same
Not my hurricane fighter plane

03:31 TRANSPARENT RADIATION
Selfless wings slip by my side
Uttering tones about a turning tide
Slowly furnishing my continuous ride
Returning sanitary bits of hide
Hair quite long and lavendar dyed
Split nostrils hovering open wide
Velvet red with crimson legs astride
Issuing words about some helpless glide
Asking if I will ever provide
Transparent radiation
 My liquid head open to the rain
I waltz through a bushel and a peck of grain
Hearing in my head a hurricane and
Speaking to the man about a train
Touch with my hand an aeroplane
Eyes wide open on the coast of Maine
Red signs outside which I contain
Transparent radiation
 Sudden sacrifice for not one cent
Tables bearing the fruit of Lent
Styrofoam people quite violent
Clear light glowing right out of my tent
Expert men not knowing what they meant
Eating babies for nourishment
A funny bird with forhead bent
Ozone over our continent
Slogans tell me that I can rent
Transparent radiation