Ritengo che gli "Anthrax" siano stati uno dei gruppi più sottovalutati e incompresi del panorama thrash-metal anni '80/'90. Per questo ho preso a pretesto uno dei pochi loro album non ancora recensiti su questo sito, pur di parlare di loro. "Stomp 442" è infatti a mio avviso dei loro 9 album il quarto in ordine di "bellezza-acustica", ma decisamente troppo bistrattato e criticato all'epoca della sua uscita. E' tempo di rendere il giusto onore a tutta la discografia di una band che ritengo abbia dato tanto al metal, e che ha parecchio influenzato altri gruppi ben più noti e famosi. Direi che per coloro che proprio non li conoscono sia utile un piccolo "excursus" sulle loro origini e la loro storia.
Come quasi tutte le band di lunga vita (1982 - oggi) anche gli Anthrax hanno i loro leaders. Nello specifico due; uno più icona e capo-carismatico, Scott Ian (chitarra ritmica), l'altro più dietro le quinte ma altrettanto importante; Charlie Benante (batteria). Il primo figlio di immigrati ebrei, e l'altro di immigrati italiani, coscritti del '63, i nostri si trovano a crescere insieme nel peggior Bronx della New York tutto mafia e omicidi degli anni'70. I due amici iniziano suonando sulle navi per turisti che fanno il giro intorno alla statua della libertà per sbarcare il lunario. Presto sviluppano però uno stile molto personale (e molto violento) nelle cantine in cui muovono i primi passi. E' musica che sà di rabbia repressa, di calci e manganelli presi in bocca, di insulti razziali e di torti subiti. Nel 1984 il dinamico-duo dà alla luce il primo album "Fistul Of Metal", con un chitarrista solista anch'esso del '63, Dan Spitz (ma dal "pedigree" già famoso). E' il fratello di quel Dave Spitz, bassista dei Black Sabbath, che all'epoca già facevano furore. Assoldano un urlatore del quaritere, tal Neil Turbin (davvero pessimo) alla voce, e il talentuoso bassista tal Dan Lilker (che formerà i "tremendi" Nuclear Assault). E' un album grezzo, immediato, registrato senza soldi, obbiettivamente brutto! Charlie, la vera mente del gruppo, porta quindi in dote suo cugino, Frank Bello; uno "scugnizzo" dell'85, che inizia in quegli anni a suonare il basso jazz e soul in alcuni night del quartiere. Silura "l'urlatore" Turbin e scova un signor cantante ossia il mitico Joey Belladonna, figlio di siciliani doc da poco trasferitisi in città, e con parecchia esperienza da "pub-bands" alle spalle. Finalmente nascono così i veri "Anthrax", che resteranno con questa line-up sino al 1992.
In 8 anni sforneranno ben 4 album, 1 raccolta, 1 ep e 1 live! Dei 4 album (in ordine): Spreading The Disease, Among The Living, State Of Euphoria, Persistance Of Time è difficile fare una classifica. Personalmente il mio preferito è l'ultimo dell'era di questa line-up, ossia "Persistance of Time"; mentre quello che mi piace meno è senza dubbio "State of...", che è però il più famoso."Spreading" e "Among" però hanno forse una maggiore importanza, perchè influenzeranno e non poco tutto il movimento Thrash degli anni '80. "State of Euphoria" è scadente, sente molto l'influsso del glam e dello street che imperversano in quegli anni (1988), ma contiene il loro singolo più famoso di sempre ossia "Anti-Social". Grazie al successo di questi 4 album, gli Anthrax entrano così a far parte nei primissimi anni'90 dei "Big Four" del thrash metal. Una tetrarchia composta anche da Metallica, Megadeth e Pantera. Quattro bands molto diverse tra loro in realtà. Dei 4, gli Anthrax sono sempre stati i meno famosi, quelli che riempivano meno gli stadi, ma anche senza dubbio i più veloci ed i più coerenti. Non hanno mai "ecceduto" (vedi Mustaine, Hetfield e Anselmo). Si sono mantenuti "sani", con il loro piccolo seguito di fans fedeli e pronti a tutto per loro. Sino al fatidico 1991. Esce "The attack of the killer B'z", un EP fortemente voluto dalla casa discografica x fare cassetto e sfruttare il grande momento della band dopo il successo di "Persistance", e del relativo tour mondiale di spalla agli Iron Maiden (visto a Milano, ex palatrussardi, 1990 e... mamma mia! Conservo e lecco ancora una cicatrice). E' una raccolta carina di B-sides, covers e cacchiate, ma contiene anche la track "Bring The Noize" suonata assieme ai Pubblic Enemy. Il singolo sfonda ogni classifica planetaria, l'EP vende più di molti precedenti album, gli Anthrax tornano subito in tour prima con gli stessi "Public", e poi in tutto il mondo con gli "Slayer".
1992, gli Anthrax sono all'apice del successo e pronti ad entrare in sala incisione per il loro sesto album, ma qualcosa si rompe. Belladonna non è d'accordo con il cambio di sonorità verso lo speed-rock/croos-over voluto da Ian e Benante; lascia il gruppo di botto! Lui non è mai stato il leader. Discreta voce, ma "sfigato", brutto, poco front-man, viene così presto rimpiazzato dal (bravissimo ma) diversissimo John Bush, ex "Armored Saint". Tecnicamente di molto superiore a Belladonna, con lui la band incide nel '93 "Sound Of White Noise". L'album segna un netto cambio rispetto alle produzioni precedenti. Sono d'altronde gli anni del grande successo del Black Album, e di tutto il moviemento Grunge di Seattle. Ian e Benante temono di rimanere incastrati in un genere ormai considerato obsoleto e scelgono così di scrivere un album sempre molto veloce e "tirato", ma con suoni più rock, voce meno squillante, batteria più quadrata. E' un album in cui in realtà i 4 singoli sono a mio avviso molto belli, ma viene stroncato sia dalla critica che dai fans. Il risultato è che anche Spitz lascia la band. Gli Anthrax, (seguendo l'esempio dei Def Leppard) decidono di non sostituirlo. Charlie è oltre che un buon batterista e maggior compositore, un polistrumentista e in "Stomp 442" scrive e suona tutti gli assoli di chitarra al posto di Spitz, che verrà sostituito (in sua speranzosa attesa di ritorno) solo live da mercenari e roadies vari.
"Stomp 442" esce nell'autunno del 1995 con (a mio avviso) una delle copertine più belle della storia della musica! Un fantastico esempio di arte moderna firmato Storm Thorgerson (vedi copertine Pink Floyd, Peter Gabriel, Audioslave), che visualizza in un solo colpo il degrado della civiltà di fronte alla forza dell'uomo come mammifero ancestrale. L'album sarà un flop commerciale totale! A mio avviso è invece un bell'album. Si apre con uno dei pezzi più "damn-fucking-metal" della storia: "Random Acts Of Senseless Violence", che non sarà nemmeno un singolo. 4 minuti di pogo senza fiato. Si passa poi a "fueled" e "King Size", bei pezzi tirati e schitarrati. Ma non voglio fare il solito tedioso elenco di tutti i brani cazzo! Andatevelo a sentire e basta, a mio avviso a chi piace pogare ed il metal veloce piacerà molto. Mi permetto solo di sottolineare il singolo "Nothing" e la n.8 "American Pompei", due pezzi davvero spacca-ossa ma di qualità. In questo album finalmente John Bush non è più un corpo estraneo alla band. Partecipa attivamente agli spartiti dei brani, che sono quindi pensati per la sua voce e non per quella di Belladonna. Jan ha un suono di chitarra molto meno thrasher ma cmq cattivo. Pastoso, saturo, quasi punk. Frank Bello da il meglio di sè (non molto in realtà) con slap qua e là, ma seguendo al solito bene la batteria di Benante che seppure non più indemoniata di doppia cassa come agli esordi, picchia sui rullanti con foga inaudita. Se vogliamo degni di nota per fantasia e coraggio anche i rari e brevi sui assoli alla chitarra solista.
Insomma a mio avviso un album da 7 pieno, seppur privo di grandi vette di virtuosismo (come un po tutta la produzione Anthrax). Da qui in avanti putroppo, i nostri newyorkesi sfoggeranno "Volume 8" e "We've Come For You All", due album anonimi e privi di quella grinta tipica degli esordi. Nel 2003 l'abbandono di Bush e la fine della vena propulsiva degli Anthrax. Li ho rivisti ultimamente nel 2005, e poi nel 2006 suonare con la vecchia line-up solo i pezzi dei primi 4 album al "live" vicino a Brescia, e devo ammettere che mi hanno pure fatto un pò pena stile balene sulle spiagge. Spitz si è dato agli ormoni in palestra ed esplode! Belladonna dimostra tutti i sui 47 anni povero cristo, e non ce la fa più coi do di petto; gli altri 3 ci stanno ancora dentro ma sembrano consci del loro "giurassicismo", e cavalcano la flebile onda lunga di un genere che ormai ascoltiamo ancora solo noi 30/40enni.
Che dire, una fine parecchio sadness e ingloriosa, segnata da tanti e troppi live e raccolte uscite negli ultimi anni x poter andare quantomeno in pensione con un cottage nel Connecticut e una Mustang cabrio nel garage. Eppure... grandi!
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01 Random Acts of Senseless Violence (04:03)
Shut up, don't pass the blame
The same god-damn thing just the name's have changed
On the day you were busted you forgot the line
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
An animal's acting instinctively
Glorified murderer, insanity
Do you think I'd kill you just count to one
You're the coward, with the gun
Yeah, you thought you knew me
Yeah, you hardly knew me
You don't know me
I know I shouldn't care
My crazy sense of right and wrong
That can't be made to break this,
Break this, break this
I see something wrong and I fix it with my hands
I walk a thin blue line, this cross I came to bear
So now you're dead well wha'dya know
And am I sorry no, I don't think so
They wanted sympathy now that's a bit much
How much did you show, how much
Take the value for one human life
And place it all right down on a roll of the dice
And a one, two three for the pain you bring
I'm the bird without the left wing
Yeah, you thought you knew me
Yeah, you hardly knew me
You don't know me
I know I shouldn't care
My crazy sense of right and wrong
That can't be made to break this,
Break this, break this
I see something wrong and I fix it with my hands
I walk a thin blue line, this cross I came to bear,
When, you die
Random acts of senseless, random acts of senseless
Random acts of senseless, random acts of senseless,
Violence
I see something wrong and I fix it with my hands
I walk a thin blue line, this cross I came to bear
I see something wrong and I fix it with my hands
I walk a thin blue line and
I'll be the one who laughs when,
You die
02 Fueled (04:02)
I'm out to mix it up and change my complexion
To coat the feelings and cure my depression
A shot of petrol is my bonafide method
To lose control and get thoroughly distracted
I'm on the money, here I come
Fuel for my engine, and I¹m gone
I like to forget why I feel this compulsive
As I toss tomorrow's dreams in the garbage
What's important is a mind that's sicker
Turning Jekyll into Hide much quicker
I'm on the money, here I come
Fuel for my engine, and I'm gone
1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4
Kickstart and turn me over
Punchdrunk, but I'm still sober
Fourteen years and a whole lot bolder
And I don't flinch
Hungry and I'll take the best
'Cause I never wanted anything less
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
It's like a war inside me, I'm good, I¹m evil
Two sides of the coin and I've been blessed with both
On one hand I am you, but I don't like you
I guess that's the nature of the way things work
I¹m on the money, here I come
Fuel for my engine, and I'm gone
1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4
Kickstart and turn me over
Punchdrunk, but I'm still sober
Bukowski's on my shoulder
With much to think
Hungry and I'll take the best
'Cause I never wanted anything less
What doesn't kill makes me stronger
It's like a war inside me, action is all I know
Tell me it's suicide, tell me something I don't know
I don't know why I've been made some kind of hero
When I've done all I can do to prove I'm not
It's amazing to think someone could trust me
Tell me what do you know about me really ?
And I you make the mistake of getting close to,
Me, you'll just give me all that you've got
So I don't know why I've been made some kind of hero
When I've done all I can do to prove I'm not
1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4
Kickstart and turn me over
Punchdrunk, but I'm still sober
Fourteen years and a whole lot bolder
And I don't flinch
Hungry and I'll take the best
'Cause I never wanted anything less
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
1, 2, 3, 4, 1, I can't close this broken door
It's just the nature of the way things work
You wanna be me, I don't give a damn
Anyone can do it but it takes a man not to
Try so hard to give me a real life
Anyone can do it but it takes a man not to
It's just the nature of the way things work
03 King Size (03:59)
I want to be part of the program
I want to be part of the whole damn thing
I say, minimum effort, maximum gain
From the inside out it all looks the same
Making me feel stronger
Making me feel like The Hulk I'll be
King Size
Here it is,
I'll stake my claim and I'll be first to warn you
Here it is,
I think the devil lives in California
Check out the freak I'm laughing
Excuse me are you talking to me ?
I say, minimum effort, maximum gain
From the inside out it all looks the same
Making me feel harder
Making me feel like The Hulk I'll be
King Size
Here it is,
I'll stake my claim and I'll be first to warn you
Here it is,
I think the devil lives in California
I'm on a mission, I'm on a mission
For my survival, my king size position
I'm on a mission, in my condition
Outside my world I know there's
No place like home
I'm on a mission, my king size position
Outside my world I know there's
No place like home
I can't stop my life from crashing
Out of control, I'm out of control
Nothing to fear but fear itself and me
I, I'd never sell my soul
I never did a goddamn thing cause
I'd never sell my soul for something that's free
Minimum effort, maximum gain
From the inside out it all looks the same
Nothing to fear but fear itself and,
Nothing to fear but fear itself and,
Check out the freak and I'm still laughing
Nothing to fear but fear itself and me
Here it is,
I'll stake my claim and I'll be first to warn you
Here it is,
I think the devil lives in California
04 Riding Shotgun (04:26)
Do it, drive it, drink it, smoke it,
Choke it
Two steps forward
One hundred steps back
We're going the wrong way
It's backwards, it's backwards
Cuffed and branded
I can't stand it
Give me the lane I'm gonna play it my way
when I want to
Charged by the pain
I'm gonna scream out my name if I want to
Live, it, be it, hold it, touch it
Kick it, beat it, love it, suck it
Two steps forward
One hundred steps back
We're going the wrong way
It's backwards, it's backwards
Cuffed and branded
I can't stand it
Give me the lane I'm gonna play it my way
when I want to
Charged by the pain
I'm gonna scream out my name if I want to
I feel like I'm riding shotgun
Not a roll I can play
I would never get on my knees
And walk the walk of the dead
I won't take a back up,
I'm gonna get my back up
I won't take a back up,
charged by life and nothing more
Do it, drive it, drink it, smoke it
Live it, be it, hold it, touch it
Kick it, beat it, love it, suck it !
Give me the lane I'm gonna play it my way
when I want to
Charged by the pain
I'm gonna scream out my name if I want to
I'm riding shotgun
[Intro Solo : Dimebag]
[Main Solo : Dimebag]
[Feedback : Dimebag and Scott]
[Cool Noise in Verse : Joe Nicolo]
05 Perpetual Motion (04:20)
The cracks are showing, on my face
I didn't think that I was, that old my story is
I weathered every storm, I pulled it through
Falling by the wayside, I've seen a few
But I never went down, never went down,
I never will
Taken every single blow and countered
Never went down, never went down,
And better still
Look at my face and see your father
I'm ready to take my turn
Taking the shot that I've earned
Chance is what keeps me rolling
Rolling
Diamonds in my eyes
Oceans full of pride
Can't you see I'm only human
I'm in perpetual motion I'm rolling, rolling
Can't you see I'm only human
The cracks are showing, on my face
The well ain't empty, never out of place
It seems to be harder, for some maybe
And I won't play, the game of wait and see
But I never went down, never went down
I never will
Taken every single blow and countered
Never went down, never went down,
And better still
Look at my face and see your father
I'm ready to take my turn
Taking the shot that I've earned
Chance is what keeps me rolling
Rolling
Diamonds in my eyes
Oceans full of pride
Can't you see I'm only human
I'm in perpetual motion I'm rolling, rolling
Can't you see I'm only human
I don't fight I win, underneath it I'm human
And my pride is not a sin,
Underneath it I'm human
And I respect my mistakes,
And decisions that I make
In time I've earned my cake,
Have my cake and then
I'll eat it
I'm ready to take my turn
Taking the shot that I've earned
Chance is what keeps me rolling
Rolling
Diamonds in my eyes
Oceans full of pride
Cant you see I'm only human
I'm in perpetual motion I'm rolling, rolling
Can't you see I'm only human
06 In a Zone (05:07)
I'm standing on a ledge cold and naked
Will someone come and offer me their help
Sometimes I forget my medication
Sometimes I forget to pray
I'll make it through this fuckin' day
I'm unconscious, drunk and blinded
Count to ten and then I unwind it
I'm unconscious, drunk and blinded
Take a deep breath and then I unwind it
I'm wearing out my skin I'm under pressue
Pressure makes me burn it makes me ache
Sometimes I want to burn the things that make me...
Sometimes I stop myself too late
It's written all across my face
I'm unconscious, drunk and blinded
Count to ten and then I unwind it
I'm unconscious, drunk and blinded
Take a deep breath and then I unwind it
Wired, wired
I'm in a zone, I'm in a zone, I'm a zone
This is how I live
I never have to justify my actions
Scathing rhetoric my saving grace
Sometimes I really think that it's too noisy
Sometimes I have to hit myself
Words can kill as well as help
I'm unconscious, drunk and blinded
Count to ten and then I unwind it
I'm unconscious, drunk and blinded
Take a deep breath and then I unwind it
Wired, wired
I'm in a zone, I'm in a zone, I'm in a zone
This is how I live
You can't touch me, ever
Fear burns at my touch
Standing on a ledge will you come and help
Will you burn yourself, would you help me then
Fear burns at my touch, in it's wake
An ugly jagged scar across your face
I'm unconscious, I'm unconscious,
I'm unconscious, I'm unconscious
Count to ten, I'm unconscious
Take a deep breath and then I unwind it
Wired, wired
I'm in a zone, I'm in a zone, I'm in a zone,
This is how i...
How I live, how I live, how I live, how I live
I'm in a zone, I'm in a zone, I'm in a zone,
This is how I live
07 Nothing (04:34)
It's difficult for me to get a grip of what you mean
When you stick your fingers in your ear and create another scene
You always step into the traps set perfect in your path
Busy going crazy over whose knife's in your back
Dive inside your blackest stare
The one that's saying do you dare
Screaming that you're scared
You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim (a victim)
Who's split between the beams
It doesn't seem to matter
It's nothing
Dead a dream is dying
It's nothing
Best friend I never had
Play me to the point of pushing me too far away
I can only say whatever, ambivalent to your game
You can pretend to the mirror, it's the lie you tell yourself
And I won't walk on eggshells that's a dance for someone else
Dive inside your blackest stare
The one that's saying do you dare
Screaming that you're scared
You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim
Who's split between the beams
It doesn't seem to matter
It's nothing
Dead a dream is dying
It's nothing
Best friend I never had
08 American Pompeii (05:30)
I try to imagine the best place I've been
Can I go back again ?
Open my eyes, what was no longer exists,
I can't go back again
I like to pretend that nothing has changed
And never went too far
But it started to lose me like a four-hour movie
I'd already seen
Holding onto my memory of what this used to be
Holding onto my memory of you
Sometimes I tell myself that things are O.K.
Another lie but it makes me feel better
Never as old as I was today
I'm gonna breakdown
In American Pompeii
In American Pompeii
Break myself just to live this way
Never as old, as I was today
American Pompeii
Look in my eyes and see how sick I feel
About what you've become
Filthy and twisted like you never existed
I know what you were
Your beaty forgotten under mountains of schism
I don't want to climb
Giving up my memory of what this used to be
Giving up my memory of you
Sometimes I tell myself that things are O.K.
Another lie but it makes me feel better
Never as old as I was today
I'm gonna breakdown
In American Pompeii
In American Pompeii
Break myself just to live this way
Never as old, as I was today
American Pompeii
Try to imagine the best place I've been
Can I go back again
Open my eyes it just no longer exists
I can't go back again
I'm giving up my memory of what this used to be
Giving up my memory of you
[Main Solo : Charlie]
[Solo Tag : Mike Tempesta]
[Shaker : Scott]
[Bongos : Charlie]
09 Drop the Ball (04:59)
Killing myself
Someone said the fix is in
Killing myself
Once again, once again
Over easy
Burnt, my mind is overdone
Life's a jigsaw
Why can't I find the missing one
Even though I've felt I've proven
What it is I'm worthy of
I can't exist inside the boundaries
Of the so-called world of love
Someone rescue my downward virtue
I dropped the ball again
Hands that touch me
Take 'em all away
Patronizing
Will you hear what I say
F**k your caring
No one knows what's in my heart
Bring it all down
Break it all down to parts
Everytime I have considered why it is I'm even here
Calm collected copasetic, no good reasons why I fear
No one rescue my downward virtue
Even though I've felt I've proven
What it is I'm worthy of
I can't exist inside the boundaries
Of the so-called world of love
No one rescue, no one rescue
I dropped the ball again
I never felt for you for anyone
I never ate off the same plate
Drop the ball I dropped the ball
I take from you, I rape from you
I kill myself when I think of you
Drop the ball I dropped the ball
I take from you, I break from you
I used to know how to be human
Drop the ball I dropped the ball
I take from you, I hate from you
No one rescue my downward virtue
No one rescue, no one rescue
10 Tester (04:21)
I've changed, by staying the same
What does it mean to be different ?
You've changed, faced from the start
Tell me, an alternative to what ?
How does it feel ?
How does it feel to be part of the picture you...
Paint me into a corner
Tearing my niche,
'Cause I'm the opposite of opposite
Test your new model and see
Test your new model against the original
I'm the man you wanna be
So test your new model and once again you fail me
Planted, I'm staying in touch
Driven, by something with substance
Plugging, away I'm O.K.
You'll be, here today, gone today
How does it feel?
How does it feel to be part of the picture you...
Paint me into a corner
Tearing my niche
'Cause I'm the opposite of opposite
Test your new model and see
Test your new model against the original
I'm the man you wanna be
So test your new model and once again you fail me
For me, things are the same
I have no problem with fame
I can be every man
'Cause my friends never shout my name
Test your new model and see
Test your new model against the original
I'm the man you wanna be
So test your new model and once again you fail me
11 Bare (05:32)
Standing on some dotted line
Reacting to the hands of time
A circumstance that I've been fed
Leaving questions in my head
Find the space that was left bare
An empty space I'd gladly share
One must live while one must die
Combined paired up for so many years
Unsure if I really want to shed a tear
Signing off is always so clearly done
A number 2 is now reduced to one
Find the space that was left bare
An empty space I'd gladly share
When your clock is up
And you rest for good
I will cut off my armpiece
Just like we agreed we would
One must live while one must die
While the other argues that
The world ain't fair
But then who ever promised
Anybody equal share
You might as well forget what you gambled on
'cause plans never go by the way they're drawn
When your clock is up
And you rest for good
I will cut off my arm piece
Just like we agreed we would
One must live while one must die
I can't say goodbye
It's all I can do to get up every morning
And when all else fails I try
To face myself and everything else
But mostly I wonder why
12 Remember Tomorrow (05:07)
originally by Iron Maiden.
Written by Steve Harris and Paul Di'Anno.
Unchain the colors
before my eyes,
Yesterday's sorrows,
tomorrow's white lies.
Scan the horizon,
the clouds take me higher,
I shall return
from out of fire.
Tears for remembrance,
and tears for joy,
Tears for somebody
and this lonely boy.
Out in the madness,
the all seeing eye,
Flickers above us,
to light up the sky.
Unchain the colors
before my eyes,
Yesterday's sorrows,
tomorrow's white lies.
Scan the horizon,
the clouds take me higher,
I shall return
from out of fire.
15 Dethroned Emperor (04:33)
See the portal, gate to madness
Locked forever in a veil of shame
Deny extraction, Thirst for disgrace
Watch his break, the emperor's killed
Light of the day, shadow from beyond
Scaffold of steel, the throne is gone
(Chorus)
Dethroned Emperor
The foot of the stairs, dimension in might
The king sits, his eyes are glass..
Growing of the small, The laughters fall
Can you deny, remaining cries?
Decent of the lords, into the trap
Existence and hate, Unseen Hate!
(Chorus)
17 Celebrated Summer (04:25)
Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower
Somewhere in April time, they add another hour
I guess I'd better think up a way to spend my time
Just when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summer time
Should I go fishing or get a friend to hang around
It's back to summer, back to basics, hang around
Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band
And getting out of school meant getting out of hand
Was this your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer?
Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds
I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there
Do you remember when the first snowfall fell
When summer barely had a snowball's chance in Hell?
Carico i commenti... con calma
