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Ti senti un po’ stanco e depresso ? Hai bisogno di staccare la spina? La portinaia ti ha placcato sull’uscio di casa con la solita solfa dell’inquilino del quarto piano? Ecco, allora questo è il disco adatto per te.
Guarda la copertina, noterai un uomo sorridente e rilassato, baciato dal sole, cullato dal rumore del mare e dal profumo della sabbia. Lui si chiama Art Garfunkel ed ha una voce da angelo. Un po’ di anni fa ha pensato a te e alle tue giornate storte, ha chiesto un po’ di canzoni al suo geniale amico Jimmy Webb e si è messo al lavoro per confezionare questo meraviglioso disco. Lo vedi? È lí, mollemente adagiato su una comoda poltroncina. Di fronte a lui ce n'è un’ altra, vuota. Sta lí per te, ti aspetta.
Ecco, adesso chiudi gli occhi e mettiti a sedere di fronte a lui. Ascolta quello che ha da dirti. Ci sei? Sei comodo? Bravo, benvenuto in 'Watermark'! Le tue orecchie saranno coccolate da un canto tenue e al tempo stesso deciso, verrai abbracciato da testi agrodolci e intensi e una musica fatta di chitarre acustiche, archi, pianoforti e morbide percussioni ti sussurrerà dolcemente il segreto per dimenticarti di tutte le seccature che hai incontrato. A te ci penseranno i cori di David Crosby, Leah Kunkel e Stephen Bishop, il sax di Paul Desmond, le chitarre di Pete Carr, le tastiere di Jimmy Webb, le arpe e i flauti dei Chieftains, il sintetizzatore di Bill Payne.
Quando poi sentirai Art dirti che “Secretly and silently my sorrow disappears”, ti sentirai un po’ piú leggero anche tu e sarai pronto per alzarti da quella poltroncina. Avrai imparato ad essere malinconico con stile.
Pensaci!
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 Crying in My Sleep (04:07)
I took a walk around the yard
Dug the flowers til it got too hard
I smoked my first pack of cigarettes today
And I watched the children play
And then I went down, down to Lucy's old Cafe
Put a half a case away
I took a sleeping pill and tried to watch TV
But you know baby the leading lady looked too much like you for the likes of me
And I woke up crying in my sleep
I was talking to your pillow
And I reached out to touch your hand
And knocked the phone off the nightstand
And the operator said, "May I help you please?"
No thanks baby there's nothing you can really do for me
I just had a bad dream, that's all that's wrong with me
I just had a bad dream
Went out to loosen up the car
Some how I wound up at the rainbow bar
I had a scotch and soda on the run
But I didn't get too far
And then I ran down, down some friends I used to know
Dragged them out to see the show
I drew myself a bath and I tried to read your book
But you know baby this time it just didn't seem quite worth the time it took
And I woke up crying in my sleep
I was talking to your pillow
And I reached out to touch your hand
And knocked the phone off the nightstand
And the operator said, "May I help you please?"
No thanks baby there's nothing you can really do for me
I just had a bad dream, that's all that's wrong with me
I just had a bad dream, that's all that's wrong with me
Crying in my sleep
Crying in my sleep (I woke up crying)
Crying in my sleep (Crying trying to find her)
Crying in my sleep (I woke up crying)
Crying in my sleep (Crying trying to find her)
Crying in my sleep
04 Watermark (02:53)
How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines
Like a song half heard through a closed door
Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore
How innocent her visage as my child lover lies
Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes
Like an antique etching glass design
That somehow turned out wrong
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song
How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears
You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears
It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song
05 Saturday Suit (03:17)
All week long we've been looking at
horizons and it's hard on the brain
Sometimes I wonder is it the car or the
highway that rolls through the rain.
This day has no number
This day has no name
But it's time for the weekend all the same
Why don't you put on your Saturday Suit,
Let's fly away,
We can find ourselves a little cafe
Where the street people come to play
And let the wine and the sunshine
blow our minds away
Saturday Suit me fine...today
All week long we've been sitting on our
islands looking within
Sometimes I know it must seem like
we'll never be happy again
Put on your makeup
And I'll shine my shoes
I know that it's Monday, but I'm
bored with the blues
Why don't you put on your Saturday Suit,
Let's fly away,
We can find ourselves a little cafe
Where the street people come to play
And let the wine and the sunshine
blow our minds away
Saturday Suit me fine today
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