(Recorded live, NEWCASTLE CITY HALL, 26 March 1971)
(1972)
1. Promenade 1'58 (Modest Mussorgsky)
2. The Gnome 4'18 (Modest Mussorgsky / Carl Palmer)
3. Promenade 1'24 (Modest Mussorgsky / Greg Lake)
4. The Sage 4'42 (Greg Lake)
5. The Old Castle 2'33 (Modest Mussorgsky / Keith Emerson)
6. Blues Variation 4'22 (Keith Emerson / Greg Lake / Carl Palmer)
7. Promenade 1'30 (Modest Mussorgsky)
8. The Hut Of Baba Yaga 1'12 (Modest Mussorgsky)
9. The Curse Of Baba Yaga 4'11 (Keith Emerson / Greg Lake / Carl Palmer)
10. The Hut Of Baba Yaga 1'07 (Modest Mussorgsky)
11. The Great Gates Of Kiev 6'38 (Modest Mussorgsky / Greg Lake)
The End
12. Nutrocker 4'26
(Kim Fowley) Total Time: 38:21
Keith Emerson - Keyboards
Greg Lake - Bass, Guitar, Vocals
Carl Palmer - Drums
Produced by Greg Lake for E.G. RECORDS Engineer: Eddy Offord
Cover & Paintings: William Neal
Photography: Keith Morris / Nigel Marlow
Arranged by Keith Emerson
except 12 EMERSON, LAKE & PALMER
All Lyrics Written by Greg Lake / Richard Fraser
All Songs Published by LEADCHOICE Ltd. (ASCAP)
Except 12 by Kim FOWLEY MUSIC (BMI)
I carry the dust of a journey
that cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
for I breathed it every day
You and I are yesterday's answers
the earth of the past come to flesh
Eroded by time's rivers
to the shapes we now possess
Come share of my breath and my substance
and mingle our streams and our times
In bright infinite moments
our reasons are lost in our eyes
5. The Old Castle
(instrumental)
6. Blues Variation
(instrumental)
7. Promenade
(instrumental)
8. The Hut Of Baba Yaga
(instrumental)
9. The Curse Of Baba Yaga
(instrumental)
10. The Great Gates Of Kiev
Come forth, from love's spire
Born in life's fire,
Born in life's fire.
Come forth, from love's spire
In the burning, all are [of our] yearning,
for life to be.
And in pain there will [must] be gain,
New Life!
Stirring in, salty streams
And dark hidden seams
Where the fossil sun gleams.
They were, sent from [to] the gates
Ride the tides of fate
Ride the tides of fate.
They were, sent from [to] the gates,
In the burning all are [of our] yearning,
For life to be.