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Traffic: The Last Great Traffic Jam
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Traffic: Far From Home
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Traffic: When the Eagle Flies
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Traffic: Live: On the Road
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Traffic: Shoot Out at the Fantasy Factory
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Traffic: The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys
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Traffic: Welcome to the Canteen
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Traffic: John Barleycorn Must Die
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Traffic: Last Exit
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Traffic: Traffic
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Traffic: Mr. Fantasy
Traffic: John Barleycorn Must Die
| # | Preview | Title | Duration |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Glad (Winwood) | 06:59 | |
| 2 |
Freedom Rider (Winwood/Capaldi)
Like a hurricane around your heart when earth and sky are torn apart He comes gathering up the bits while hoping that the puzzle fits He leaves you, he leaves you Freedom rider With a silver star between his eyes that open up at hidden lies Big man crying with defeat, see people gathering in the street You feel him, you feel him Freedom rider When lightning strikes you to the bone, you turn around, you're all alone By the time you hear that silent (or siren?) sound, then your soul is in the lost and found Forever, forever Freedom rider Here it comes ------------------------------------------------------------------------ F.S. Music Ltd (PRS) & Island Music Ltd. (PRS) All rights on behalf of F.S. Music Ltd. admin by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp (BMI) |
05:35 | |
| 3 |
Empty Pages (Winwood)
Found someone who can comfort me, but there are always exceptions And she's good at appearing sane, but I just want you to know She's the one makes me feel so good when everything is against me Picks me up when I'm feeling down, so I've got something to show Staring at empty pages, centered 'round the same plot Staring at empty pages, flowing along in the ages Often lost and forgotten, the vagueness and the mud I've been thinking I'm working too hard, but I've got something to show ------------------------------------------------------------------------ F.S. Music Ltd (PRS) & Island Music Ltd. (PRS) All rights on behalf of F.S. Music Ltd. admin by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp (BMI) |
04:47 | |
| 4 |
Stranger To Himself (Winwood/Capaldi)
Struggling with confusion, disillusionment too Can turn a man into a shadow, crying out from pain Through his nightmare vision, he sees nothing, only well Blind with the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger He's but a stranger to himself Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul ------------------------------------------------------------------------ F.S. Music Ltd (PRS) & Island Music Ltd. (PRS) All rights on behalf of F.S. Music Ltd. admin by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp (BMI) |
04:02 | |
| 5 |
John Barleycorn (traditional-arr. Winwood)
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in Threw clods upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart And the loader he has served him worse than that For he's bound him to the cart They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone And the miller he has served him worse than that For he's ground him between two stones And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn ------------------------------------------------------------------------ F.S. Music Ltd (PRS) All rights on behalf of F.S. Music Ltd. admin by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp (BMI) |
06:20 | |
| 6 |
Every Mother's Son (Winwood/Capaldi)
Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend We travel on together searching for the end I'm a traveling soul and every mother's son Although I'm getting tired I've got to travel on Can you please help, my god? Can you please help, my god? Can you please help, my god? I think it's only fair Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky Together we will go and see what waits for us A backdoor to the universe that opens doors ------------------------------------------------------------------------ F.S. Music Ltd (PRS) & Island Music Ltd. (PRS) All rights on behalf of F.S. Music Ltd. admin by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp (BMI) |
07:05 |
PLAYERS:
Steve Winwood: Organ, Guitar (Acoustic), Guitar, Percussion, Piano, Guitar (Bass), PIano (Electric), Vocals, Producer.
Chris Wood: Organ, Flute, Percussion, Saxophone, Wind.
Jim Capaldi: Percussion, Drums, Tambourine.
NOTES:
The first two bonus tracks (4 & 8) appear to be demos left over from when Winwood was still planning to make this a solo album. While they are co-credited to Capaldi, it is unclear whether he actually had anything to do with them. The live bonus tracks comprise what was to have been side 1 of a lost 1970 Traffic live album. Side 2 remains unreleased. These feature the transitional lineup of Winwood, Capaldi, Wood and Rick Grech. The 2001 remastered CD released in the U.S. does not have the live bonus tracks, only the studio ones, #4 and #8.
Recorded at Island Studios and Olympic Studios, London
2000 re-issue contained:
Produced By: Chris Blackwell and Steve Winwood
SINGLES:
Empty Pages/Stranger to Himself" released as US single, 1970
