Στους αντίποδες των σημερινών γυναικών της ποπ – της “θηλυκότητάς τους” μη εξαιρουμένης – βρίσκουμε περιπτώσεις όπως η Sonja Kristina, τραγουδίστρια των Βρετανών prog rockers Curved Air. Την οποία τιμώντας (ως μέλος του κλαμπ των μουσικών του Απρίλη) ακούμε 3 κομμάτια από το ιστορικό γκρουπ των ‘70s. ‘Young Mother‘ & ‘Piece Of Mind’ από το Second Album, ‘Situations’ από το ντεμπούτο τους, Air Conditioning.

Οn the antipodes of today’s women of pop – their “femininity” is no exception – we find cases like Sonja Kristina, singer of British prog rockers Curved Air.
In honor of whom (as a member the April born musicians club) we hear 3 tracks by the historical ‘70s group. ‘Young Mother‘ & ‘Piece Of Mind’ from Second Album, ‘Situations’ from their debut, Air Conditioning.

00:00 Young Mother 05:58 Situations 12:17 Piece of Mind

YOUNG MOTHER
Why must I?
Nothin’ means anythin’ now
I can’t believe in somethin’ unreal
Don’t interfere with my mind
Try to be kind
It’s down to how much
Faith in the end
You’re meant to choose
Find a true friend
Don’t plead with me,
I’m not bound to plead with you
I can’t insist that you understand
I tried so hard you don’t know
Try to be kind
Don’t care how much
Faith in the end
You’re meant to choose
Find a true friend
Why must I?
Nothin’ means anythin’ now
I can’t believe in somethin’ unreal
Don’t interfere with my mind
Try to be kind
It’s down to how much
Faith in the end
You’re meant to choose
Find a true friend
Don’t plead with me,
I’m not bound to plead with you
I can’t insist that you understand
I tried so hard you don’t know
No, no, you don’t know

SITUATIONS
Though I am no longer alone
Everybody seems to take my mind away
I love you but it isn’t as I planned
I promise you I’ve done the best I can
Haven’t touched any other man
Situations seem to have been kind to you
I’ve wished to be beside somebody else
But actions are the proof of love, not thoughts
See what a fool I’ve been
See what a fool I’ve been
I haven’t lived my dream
Seems that it will be a long time
‘Fore my mind will take in the reality
That life is not as simple as it seems
And night’s the only place to keep a dream
See what a fool I’ve been
See what a fool I’ve been
I haven’t lived my dream
Soft green sun color still
Warm breeze, high-floating birds
Every year has brought more fear
Soft green sun color still
Warm breeze, high-floating birds
Every year has brought more fear (fear)
Younger days seem to be easy
Full of fun and things to keep my mind awake
But now I have to think for someone else
Cannot even think straight for myself
See what a fool I’ve been
See what a fool I’ve been
I haven’t lived my dream
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da

PIECE OF MIND
Now turning again, turning away from the light,
Doors open then shut, corridor footsteps at night.
Wake up in the bed with the screens,
See faces that smile as you dream.
See things come to call as they crawl on the wall,
And you know it’s the end.
To them it means nothing, to them it means nothing,
To them it means nothing to them at all.
Seems we’re on two different wavelengths, misinterpreting, you realize
What this age of insanity, lack of humanity brings,
You know I couldn’t even tell you my name.
Faces watching through the darkness,
Seems like nothing can dispel my fears
Of endless rejection by beings ethereal,
You know its just about as bad as it can.
Now I feel a little better, seems the walk has done me good, you know
I feel I’m beginning to see the existence of,
You know I never even found out quite what.
Now I really feel I’m flying, far beyond my wildest dreams to be
Alive in this prison of torturing ecstasy.
You know at first it never seemed to relate.
The river sweats
Oil and tar.
The barges drift
With the turning tide.
Red sails wide to leeward,
Swing on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Let your hopes begin to falter, see your dreams begin to fade, for in
This age of enlightenment, 20th Century man you know
He’ll never ever let you go back.
Maybe one day we’ll be happy, living life the way we see it through our
Visions of fantasy, Harold in Italy
You know I think I’ll just go back to my dreams.