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Released: 3rd September 2013
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As the musical mood of ‘For Your Pleasure’ takes measured cool to freezing point, so the climate of ‘Stranded’, the third Roxy Music album, seems heavy with sultry drama and febrile languor.

Bryan Ferry’s conception and direction of Roxy Music’s artwork had always been an integral enhancement to the musical and lyrical temper of each record, and the sensuality of ‘Stranded’ was sensationally defined on its release in 1973 by the image across the high-gloss gatefold sleeve of the original release: a barely clad model – that year’s Playmate of the Year, Marilyn Cole – lying full length on what appeared to be the jungle floor, a fleshy white blossom lying beside her and her luxuriant hair spread out to one side. Her expression is imploring, her sensuality stylised and stressed by the tropical setting and the exaggerated abandon of her pose. As the record’s advertising campaign would see this image emblazoned down the entire length of London buses, so it reinforced the burgeoning iconography of Roxy Music as a newly imperial power within pop and rock music.

It would be of note to fans and critics alike that Bryan Ferry’s art direction of Roxy Music’s releases during the 1970s and early 1980s would reflect the development of the music, from retro-futurist collage to pristine pop classic, by gradually but succinctly redefining the sexuality of the filmic, high glamour cover girls who adorned the album sleeves. Thus, Kari-Ann’s heavily vamped ‘Vargas girl’ allure on the cover of ‘Roxy Music’, a visual Pop art serenade in pale pink, powder blue and gold, would give way to the fetishist femme fatale of Amanda Lear’s presence on ‘For Your Pleasure’. Now, with ‘Stranded’, the mood had changed yet again, from plain wrapper baby to flower scented dusk – affirming Bryan Ferry’s observation that Roxy Music did not, as some critics maintained, possess a particular ‘style’; but rather, in their mix of music and the visual imagery, bring together many different styles into a new synthesis.

With this in mind, ‘Stranded’ opens straight on to the highly charged atmosphere of a city sidewalk – the instant hit ‘Street Life’ seeming to confirm and enshrine Roxy Music’s reputation as the musical and stylistic epitome of modern cool – the term ‘cool’ being used here in its old jazz sense as the possessor and purveyor of a personal style that is as original and desirable as it is seemingly deft and effortless.

The first Roxy Music album to be recorded without the contributions of Brian Eno, ‘Stranded’ would also be Eno’s personal favourite of Roxy Music’s releases. The new member of Roxy Music would be Eddie Jobson, formerly of Curved Air, whose electric violin and keyboard playing would merge faultlessly with the progressive virtuosity, avant-garde sympathies and classical finesse of Manzanera’s guitar work and Mackay’s saxophone and woodwind. As ever, Paul Thompson would be the powerhouse on drums, whose playing could be as thunderous or nuanced, slick or sensitive, as each track required.

Musically, ‘Stranded’ is at once hard rocking, operatic, aerated with passages of near psychedelic extravagance and sensually brooding. It has a twilit mood, both lulling and tense, while also redolent of a cult of artifice: the musical playing and arrangements are very much like a brilliantly lit stage for the performance of Ferry’s vocal – a mesmeric theatricality that would become increasingly maelstrom-like on the group’s next album, ‘Country Life’.

Vocally, ‘Stranded’ is a tour de force for Ferry. It is the record on which he allows himself, as a singer, to revel in the sheer bravado of his inimitable personal range: the snarl and suave finger-clicking swagger of ‘Street Life’, ‘Amazona’ and ‘Serenade’; the beguiling crooner on ‘Just Like You’ and ‘Sunset’; the expressionist chanson of ‘Song For Europe’ and the impassioned, blues-inflected Americana of the epic, ‘Psalm’. On each, Ferry can be heard at his most dramatic to date – no longer wearing an artful mask, and adopting a series of musical personae, but trusting to the formidable impetus of his own creative identity. Arguably, it is with ‘Stranded’ that Ferry’s name, as an artist, becomes adjectival. From this point on every song he recorded, whether a cover version or a composition of his own, would be a self-portrait.

–Michael Bracewell, 2010

History

As the musical mood of ‘For Your Pleasure’ takes measured cool to freezing point, so the climate of ‘Stranded’, the third Roxy Music album, seems heavy with sultry drama and febrile languor.

Bryan Ferry’s conception and direction of Roxy Music’s artwork had always been an integral enhancement to the musical and lyrical temper of each record, and the sensuality of ‘Stranded’ was sensationally defined on its release in 1973 by the image across the high-gloss gatefold sleeve of the original release: a barely clad model – that year’s Playmate of the Year, Marilyn Cole – lying full length on what appeared to be the jungle floor, a fleshy white blossom lying beside her and her luxuriant hair spread out to one side. Her expression is imploring, her sensuality stylised and stressed by the tropical setting and the exaggerated abandon of her pose. As the record’s advertising campaign would see this image emblazoned down the entire length of London buses, so it reinforced the burgeoning iconography of Roxy Music as a newly imperial power within pop and rock music.

It would be of note to fans and critics alike that Bryan Ferry’s art direction of Roxy Music’s releases during the 1970s and early 1980s would reflect the development of the music, from retro-futurist collage to pristine pop classic, by gradually but succinctly redefining the sexuality of the filmic, high glamour cover girls who adorned the album sleeves. Thus, Kari-Ann’s heavily vamped ‘Vargas girl’ allure on the cover of ‘Roxy Music’, a visual Pop art serenade in pale pink, powder blue and gold, would give way to the fetishist femme fatale of Amanda Lear’s presence on ‘For Your Pleasure’. Now, with ‘Stranded’, the mood had changed yet again, from plain wrapper baby to flower scented dusk – affirming Bryan Ferry’s observation that Roxy Music did not, as some critics maintained, possess a particular ‘style’; but rather, in their mix of music and the visual imagery, bring together many different styles into a new synthesis.

With this in mind, ‘Stranded’ opens straight on to the highly charged atmosphere of a city sidewalk – the instant hit ‘Street Life’ seeming to confirm and enshrine Roxy Music’s reputation as the musical and stylistic epitome of modern cool – the term ‘cool’ being used here in its old jazz sense as the possessor and purveyor of a personal style that is as original and desirable as it is seemingly deft and effortless.

The first Roxy Music album to be recorded without the contributions of Brian Eno, ‘Stranded’ would also be Eno’s personal favourite of Roxy Music’s releases. The new member of Roxy Music would be Eddie Jobson, formerly of Curved Air, whose electric violin and keyboard playing would merge faultlessly with the progressive virtuosity, avant-garde sympathies and classical finesse of Manzanera’s guitar work and Mackay’s saxophone and woodwind. As ever, Paul Thompson would be the powerhouse on drums, whose playing could be as thunderous or nuanced, slick or sensitive, as each track required.

Musically, ‘Stranded’ is at once hard rocking, operatic, aerated with passages of near psychedelic extravagance and sensually brooding. It has a twilit mood, both lulling and tense, while also redolent of a cult of artifice: the musical playing and arrangements are very much like a brilliantly lit stage for the performance of Ferry’s vocal – a mesmeric theatricality that would become increasingly maelstrom-like on the group’s next album, ‘Country Life’.

Vocally, ‘Stranded’ is a tour de force for Ferry. It is the record on which he allows himself, as a singer, to revel in the sheer bravado of his inimitable personal range: the snarl and suave finger-clicking swagger of ‘Street Life’, ‘Amazona’ and ‘Serenade’; the beguiling crooner on ‘Just Like You’ and ‘Sunset’; the expressionist chanson of ‘Song For Europe’ and the impassioned, blues-inflected Americana of the epic, ‘Psalm’. On each, Ferry can be heard at his most dramatic to date – no longer wearing an artful mask, and adopting a series of musical personae, but trusting to the formidable impetus of his own creative identity. Arguably, it is with ‘Stranded’ that Ferry’s name, as an artist, becomes adjectival. From this point on every song he recorded, whether a cover version or a composition of his own, would be a self-portrait.

–Michael Bracewell, 2010

Lyrics

1. Street Life

(Ferry)

Wish everybody would leave me alone, yeah
They’re always calling on my telephone
When I pick it up there’s no one there
So I walk outside just to take the air

Come on with me cruising down the street
Who knows what you’ll see, who you might meet
This brave new world’s not like yesterday
I can take you higher than the milky way

Now I’m blinded I can really see, yeah
No more bright lights confusing me, no
Don’t ask me why I’m feeling blue
Because loving you is all I can doooo

Hey good-looking boys gather around
The sidewalk papers gutter-press you down
All those lies can be so unkind
They can make you feel like you’re losing your mind

Street life, Street life, Street life, What a life
Street life, Street life, Street life, That’s the life

Back to nature boys Vasser girls too
Watch what you say, or think, or do
Continental-style strasse girls might
But you know exactly if it’s wrong or right

Education is an important key, yes
But the good life’s never won by degrees, no
Pointless passing through Harvard or Yale
Only window shopping and strictly no sale

Weekend starts Friday soon after eight
Your jet black magic helps you celebrate
You may be stranded if you stick around
And that’s really something

2. Just Like You

(Ferry)

Buttercups daisies and most anything
They wither and fade
After blossom in Spring
Time conquers innocence
Pride takes a fall
In knowledge lies wisdom
That’s all

Everything changes
Weather blows hot or cold
Through alchemy iron turns gold
Quicksilver baby
So hard to pin down
Oh when are you coming around?

Hopelessly grounded
I walk through the streets
Remembering how we spent time
Hopefully yearning that someday we’ll meet
But when will we, how could we, why? Oh my!

Fashion houses ladies
Need plenty loose change
When the latest creation
Is last year’s fab-rave

Thought patterns hazy
This auto-style age
Will lady luck smile old and sage
She knows that never again, no
Will I give up my heart
To gamble with fate is my crime
Nevertheless love, it’s all here in my book
I’d write it but don’t have much time

You see I know it sounds crazy
But what can I do
I’ve fallen head over heels over you

Chameleon colour all phases of moon
The shifting of planets and leopard spots too
As destiny wills it so seasons will change Just like you

3. Amazona

(Ferry/Manzanera)

Amazona is a zone where
There is no doubt
No more fall-out
Why don’t you step through the mirror and see?

From Arizona to Eldorado
Sure is a mighty long way

Hey little girl is something wrong
I know it’s hard for you to get along
The bell-tower rings
It tolls a hollow sound
But your castles in Spain
Still maybe realised
And longings more profound
You see, every cloud has a silver lining
And sometimes paradise around your corner lies
In Amazona everything is nice

Little one, come take my hand
I’ll try to help you there
I’ll take you there

Amazona
Getting closer
Soon you’ll see
Journey’s over
We’re almost there!

4. Psalm

(Ferry)

Try on your love like a new dress
The fit and the cut your friends to impress
Try on your smile square on your face
Showing affection should be no disgrace

Try out your God hope He will send
Kindness from strangers on whom you depend

Try on His coat a mantle most fine
Myriad colours His harmony-thine

“Believe in me”
Once seemed a good line now belief in Jesus
Is faith more sublime Head in the clouds
But I can’t see the Lord short of perfection
I’ll try to be good

I’ll stand at His gate
I’ll wait for His sign then I’ll walk in his garden
When it’s my time

Drink from His cup
Hush now don’t you cry
His quiet waters
Will never never run dry

Nearing death’s vale
He’s here by my side
He leads me to paradise
A mountain so high

Don’t be afraid just treasure His word
Singing His praises I know that I’ll be heard

He’s gonna take you by the hand
He’s gonna make you feel so good
Open up your eyes and then you’ll see all that you should yeah

Forget all your troubles you will feel no pain
He’s all that you need He’s your everything
When I’m feeling all at sea deliverance is that distant shore
I will not be worried someday His house will be my home

For evermore for evermore for evermore for evermore
For evermore for evermore for evermore for evermore
For evermore for evermore for evermore for evermore

5. Serenade

(Ferry)

Darkness falls around your window pane
A light still burns but just a smouldering flame
Is it the end of another affair?
An open engagement with gloom
Or will you be smiling
When the sun conjures up?
A broken spell au clair de lune

Silhouette as you draw the shade
Cloak of night you know it’s tailor-made
G-Plan gymnastics
By an everglow fire
Could never mean the same
As summer enchantment
By an old mill steam
From courtly love to costly game

Maybe I’m wrong for seeming
Ungrateful, unforgiving
Oh how it hurts now you’re finally leaving
I couldn’t take anymore

Now’s the time! Let’s hide away
Sacred hours saved from yesterday
Boo-hoo willows weep around you still
Mirror reflections of dew
But waterfall pages of an open book
Could shower new horizons soon
Call the tune will you swoon
As I croon your serenade?

7. Mother Of Pearl

(Ferry)

Turn the lights down, way down low
Turn up the music, hi as fi can go
All the gang´s here, everyone you know
It´s a crazy scene, hey there just look over your shoulder

Get the picture? No no no no …….(Yes)
Walk a tightrope, your life-sign-line
Such a bright hope, right place, right time
What´s your number? Never you mind
Take a powder, but hang on a minute what´s that coming round the corner?
Have you a future? No no no no …….(Yes)

Well I´ve been up all night again party-time wasting is too much fun
Then I step back thinking of life´s inner meaning and my latest fling

It´s the same old story all love and glory it´s a pantomime
If you’re looking for love in a looking glass world it’s pretty hard to find

Oh mother of pearl I wouldn’t trade you for another girl
Divine intervention always my intention so I take my time
I´ve been looking for something I’ve always wanted but was never mine
But now I’ve seen that something just out of reach – glowing – very Holy grail

Oh mother of pearl lustrous lady of a sacred world
Thus: even Zarathustra another-time-loser could believe in you
With every goddess a let down every idol a bring down
It gets you down but the search for perfection

Your own predilection goes on and on and on and on
Canadian Club love a place in the Country everyone’s ideal
But you are my favorita and a place in your heart dear makes me feel more real

Oh mother of pearl I wouldn’t change you for the whole world

You’re highbrow, holy with lots of soul melancholy shimmering
Serpentine sleekness was always my weakness like a simple tune

But no dilettante filigree fancy beats the plastic you
Career girl cover exposed and another slips right into-view
Oh looking for love in a looking glass world is pretty hard for you

Few throwaway kisses the boomerang misses spin round and round
Fall on feather-bed quilted faced with silk softly stuffed eider down

Take refuge in pleasure just give me your future we’ll forget your past
Oh mother of pearl submarine lover in a shrinking world
Oh lonely dreamer your choker provokes a picture cameo

Oh mother of pearl so so semi-precious in your detached world
Oh mother of pearl I wouldn´t trade you for another girl

8. Sunset

(Ferry)

Oh look at the sun – it’s all a-glow
Slow burning star – sinking low
Heaven knows where you go
Out of sight, out of minds eye, no

Aw such a shame – you must leave
All day long you were a friend to me
Still – the moon´s company
Until morning when larks will sing

Horizon´s appointment you´ll keep
For sunswept flamingos must sleep
Scenes like these from my dreams
Cover cutting-room floors all over …..

Warm heart we spin slowly from view
Why are you sad – do you disapprove?
How we´ve wasted our time
Sunset – end of my day – my decline

Postscript you trace colours the sky
Red-letter light fades, is filed away
Sunburst fingers you raise
One last sigh of farewell – goodbye