Special thanks to Jim Emmi for organizing the petition.
And be sure to visit the official Faces website to learn more about
this incredible band:
http://www.the- faces.com
Thanks for your support…
Lynne
[Edited by LoveinVainRonnie]
28th August 2007 03:24 PM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
Thanks LoveinVainRonnie but I think that deserves a new thread dedicated to the subject, and not because is the "Faces" against the "Small Faces" but because I'm the only one posting and reading this thread
28th August 2007 05:04 PM
LoveinVainRonnie
quote:VoodooChileInWOnderl wrote:
Thanks LoveinVainRonnie but I think that deserves a new thread dedicated to the subject, and not because is the "Faces" against the "Small Faces" but because I'm the only one posting and reading this thread
Aww ok, I'll make another one about it.
28th August 2007 08:08 PM
CousinC
I loved the PIE. Great live band.
Saw them 2 times. But with Clemson.
Their Honky T.W. cover rocked!!
28th August 2007 10:21 PM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
Wow!! Someone else reading LOL
Great you see Mark II of the Pie; I saw them live once in 1982 so I missed the good years
2nd September 2007 01:49 PM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
Now a cover of Willie Dixon done by the Stones too:
I JUST WANNA MAKE LOVE TO YOU by Steve's band The Official Receivers and Monica Tornell
Classic Song, gets around eh? I've heard it done by Rod, Stones, Bryan Adams, and now Steve , fantastic.
3rd September 2007 11:39 PM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
I also love the versions by Foghat and Cold Blood
3rd September 2007 11:40 PM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
Steve recording in 1964
9th September 2007 07:36 PM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
HAPPINESS STAN
(From the Album "Ogden's Nut Gone Flake" by The Small Faces)
Music and Lyrics: Steve Marriott, Ronnie Lane with Ian Mclagan and Kenny Jones.
Narration: Stanley Holloway (in white)
Vocals: The Small Faces (in yellow)
Production: Steve Marriot and The Small Faces for Immediate Records.
Steve Marriott (Lead Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Backing Vocals)
Ronnie Lane (Lead Vocals, Bass, Backing Vocals)
Ian Mclagan (Keyboards, Backing Vocals)
Kenny Jones (Drums, Backing Vocals)
Are you all sitty comfty-bold too'square on your botty? Then I'll begin ...
Once upon a time in a land of greens,
Where the sky was silky soft and full of coloured dreams,
Deep inside a rainbow lived Happiness Stan,
In a small Victoriana charabanc.
Evening will be here quite soon,
Stan can sit and watch the moon,
Watching as the white light,
Slowly makes the night bright,
Hours slipping by while time stands still.
Aaaaah, aaaaah, aaaaah, aaaaah.
Think of black and black will think for you,
It's coloured Stan in bruises, of the darkness that he knew,
For black had stolen half the moon away.
Now, of course, like all life-experience story, this also begins once - a - polly - ti - to, and Happiness Stan, whose life evolve i' ephemeral coloured dreamy-most, had his pure existence and this being, a deep joy of the multi-colour of the rainbold. Oh, yes - his home's a Victoriana Charabold, this is a four-wheeled f'lollop f't'f't' around the back-grove.
Now, as eve done its deep approachey, his eye on the Moon, all-time some-time deep joy of a full moon scintillatin'-dangley in the heavenly 'bode, but now only half - "Oh, blow your cool, man!" he did this de-focus. "What is the folly of this half-disappearing of the moonly-most?"
And as the light did a scintillating, changed through timely-most, stoppit still, and he did a de-focus, what? Absolutely smashed and flakit he was. So, gathering all behind in the hintermost, he ploddy- ploddy forward into the deep thunder-mould of the complicating Forrie to sortin' it this one out, matey.
“Where at, man, de-focus, where at man? Oh, dear!"
Goodbye sunshine I'm on my way
I'll be long time gone by the break of day
Tell everyone that I'm gonna find it
There ain't nothin' gonna stop me -
Rollin' Over, Rollin' Over
Save all your lovin' till I get home
To the sweetest lovin' sunshine that I've ever known
Tell everyone that I'm gonna find it
There ain't nothin' gonna stop me -
Now, after little lapse of time, Stan became deep hungry in his tumblode - oh, after all, he struggly trickily half several mile-oh, to never over-sufferoh'ed but this! So suddenly he did de-focus – out of his lunchey-bag, just about to do a little nibble-ode of his mincey-meatey when
Here am I
Tiny Fly
May I share your Shepherd's Pie?
What is this strange voice I hear?
Here I am
Look This Way
In the landscape on your tray
There's no need to ask a silly question
If I were you I hope you'd do the same
There's no doubt I'd help a hungry fly
To see you in a fix it's really such a shame
I'm so hungry
I could die
And now I'll be a living fly
My name is Stan
I'm on a quest
Take your fill,
Take nothing less
I am that
That am I
And now I'll be a living fly
Now, the fly was overwhelmed with this deep generosity of Stan's for give - give - give of the foodage 'cause all life love (tlp,tlp) suffle of a foodage, ha, hah ... He look at Stan, and said "Is there anything I can reciprokay, or do in the joy of return for your generossie for give me food and stuffey?"
Stan: "I am looking for the other half of the moon and dangley, this is my folly - show me where the missing half of that moon."
"I don't know" said the fly returly, "but I know someone who know, if only I were big enough to transportey-most! I would take 'ee there myself, I would do this!"
And Stan, having the posessie power of the Magicold, aha! standit over, rollit up the sleevely, waverley hand, hoeverly hoverly hoverly hoverly and utter these magic wordly: "If all the flies were one fly, what a great enormous fly-f'lolloper that would go!"
Oh! And there, incredible, but - oh, dear, hovery-hovery! Now the fly recall with these wordage:"Not only will I transportn'in there, but I'll sing a deep joy of a songlode in your eardrobes, that I will do!"
If tomorrow was today
It would yesterday
The sun is surely just a thought away
Where visions that men fail
To put to words to tale
And music that they try but cannot play
Aaah aaaahhhhh ahhhhh
You're right it's just a dream, your company so kind
Hold very tightly please and we shall go out.
And so, seaty comfty-bold on the back of this enormous buzzy-most of the fly, vvvt! they tookit off, like an escape veloccie of the rocket, floating into orbi'. Now, after floating high hup, over the mountie, through the deep valley of that, for seven whole long days, they did a very soft and flat-belly landie if I may put it this way. Where they landed? A tranquil beauty spottie before a deep thunder-mould of a Forrie. Like Orpheus in the Undergrowth, there it was, and the fly said it:
"I must leave you here", and he pointed here, with his sort of fly-type fingold it is all feathery-feathery, and said:"Mad John, mark thee words, he live-it in a cave in this far deep forrie, and he will transport for you and find it, not only the Moon itself if you lookit, but the philosophy of Life t' itself."
And Stan had a mutual joy for this, and reach up and cuddly-most of this big fly - and very hard to embrace it mo' n' kissey - and the fly tickly with his whiskers in his eardrobes, and off he went ...
There was an old man who lived in the greenwood
nobody knew him or what he had done
but mothers words say to their children beware of Mad John.
John would sing with the birds in the morning
laugh with the wind in the cold end of night
but people from behind their curtains, said he's not quite right.
John had it sussed he was living the life of a tramp
yes his bed was the cold and the damp but the sun was his friend
he was free
So here was a wise one who loved all the haters
he loved them so much that their hate turned to fear
and shaking from behind their curtains the loved ones would hear.
So Stan walkit towards the cave, and in his mind, mark 'ee word – Mad John! - wh! - de-focus on this - all a-tremblode, looking into the dark and peering into the back-grove of black in there, and then - appeared- Mad John, in fine, fine foldy silken robes, all whitey hair, scintillating beard n' dangley for the beard must have been thrintny-four years old to grow it n' grow it - all night-lode, what? And he was glowing, with a friendly light, oh, dear, joy, and a voice full of the cockney, cockney, cockney, all joy of life and live-it emanate from the cocklode of his heart-strings.
"Cool to see you, man - aha - What be your hang-up, man - ha!- I waiting seven whole days for you! Not still worried about this scintillating moon and dangley, heh? heh?"
Stan: "Y - y - yes, ah, that's why I sorting you out here, trickily trickily how on the back of this fly and who told me -huh -" And John linkit arms with him, and walking out, stepper by stepper, and he pointed a cockney fore-fingold. "There. Up in the heaveny 'bode." What?
Stan realised, now, which it struck him, like a smackeroo-bleurdy which a-coming out f't'er n' he never thought of this before: as the Sun rises in the early morney, so the recoil of the moon in the eve - ah - and he thought.
Now, the fly had something extra-special to say to me f' you-old, and John lookit happily, and attracting his earnestly of his eye-bold, straight nose - to - nose and eye - to - eye fold for it: "Of course, I nearly forgot it. Just you listen ..."
Life is just a bowl of All-Bran
You wake up every morning and it's there
So live as only you can
It's all about enjoy it 'cos ever since you saw it
There aint no one can take it away.
So life is just a bowl of All-Bran - very true!
What you say has made it very clear
To be sure I'll live as best as I can
But how can I remember to keep it all together
When half the moon is taken away?
Well, I've got the very thing
If you can laugh and sing
Give me those happy days toytown newspaper smiles
Clap twice, lean back, twist for a while
When you're untogether and feeling out of tune
Sing this special song with me, don't worry 'bout the moon
Looks after itself
[Steve:] Can I have a go?
[Ron:] Yes
[Steve:] Yeah?
[Ron:] Sing now:
Give me those happy days toytown newspaper smile
Clap twice, lean back, twist for a while
Well now you've got the hang of it
There's nothing you can't do with it
If you're very tuned to it you can't go wrong.
All together!
Give me those happy days toytown newspaper smile
Clap twice, lean back, twist for a while
Well now we've got the hang of it
There's nothing we can't do with it
And now we're very into it we can't go wrong!
So remember these very special words: Happy day lay toyley town newspaper read it and chuckley smile-ode. They all have a lovely turn: Gnome's Cave, Huckleberry fickle tickle my fingold, Little Boy Blue lettin' his horn stuff'n it in his melodrobe and freaking 'em all out - oh, what a mind-blast! Jacky Jill, Knees-up Mother Brodie, oh, what a trickly joy of a hove there. I hope your turn up is three-quarters half as lovely wouldn't you laugh and enjoy it! Statty Cool, won't you?...
Give me those happy days toytown newspaper smile
Clap twice, lean back, twist for a while
Well now we've got the hang of it
There's nothing we can't do with it
And now we're very into it we can't go wrong!
16th September 2007 11:01 PM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
17th September 2007 11:19 AM
Saint Sway
never saw that pic b4! Thanks Voo
18th September 2007 08:39 AM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
Wow, another one reading this thread LOL
Thanks SS!
24th September 2007 03:45 PM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
3rd October 2007 01:33 PM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
3rd October 2007 05:45 PM
Honky Tonk Man
quote:VoodooChileInWOnderl wrote:
Steve recording in 1964
That isn’t a photo from any recording session. It is in fact, a still from a 1963 film called Live It Up. They are miming.
The singer in the clip was called Heinz. He was produced by the legendary Joe Meek.
The actual backing band on the track (Live It Up) were called The Outlaws. They featured a very young Ritchie Blackmore on lead guitar.
Here is the footage.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Udzd87FMDuQ
[Edited by Honky Tonk Man]
3rd October 2007 10:12 PM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
Wow someone is reading!! BTW, it's not a still but an actual picture from the movie
3rd October 2007 10:12 PM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
One more from his days as actor
3rd October 2007 10:15 PM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
PP Arnold by Gered Mankowitz
4th October 2007 02:25 AM
Honky Tonk Man
quote:VoodooChileInWOnderl wrote:
Wow someone is reading!! BTW, it's not a still but an actual picture from the movie
Ok, picture!
According to someone on youtube, the guy by the mixing desk is Dave Clark of Dave Clark 5 fame.
The guitarist in that clip is David Hemmings apparently, who was in that arty film, Blow Up.
8th October 2007 07:39 AM
VoodooChileInWOnderl
Now a cover of The Rolling Stones:
HONKY TONK WOMAN by Humble Pie, live @ Winterland, San Francisco May 6, 1973
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