Cover di In the Flat Field

In the Flat Field
Album - 1980 - Debaser id 16527

di Bauhaus

I dare you, to be real
To touch a flickering flame
The pangs of dark delight
Don't cower in night fright

Don't back away just yet
From destinations set
I dare you to be proud
To dare to shout aloud
For convictions that you feel
Like sound from bells to peal
I dare you to speak of your despise
For bureaucracy, hypocracy- all liars

I dare
I dare
I dare- you- you
Il tuo voto:
A gut pull drag on me
Into the casm gaping we
Mirrors multy reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odourous whim
Calme eye-flick-shudder within
Assist me to walk away in sin
Where is the string that Theseus laid
Find me out this labyrinth place.

I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field.
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field

Yin and yang lumber punch
Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch
And force my slender thin and lean
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
As life maps out onto my brow
The card is lowered in index turn
Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn.

I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field.
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field

Let me catch the slit of light
For a maidens sake
On a maiden flight
In the flat field I do get bored
Replace with Piccadilly whores
In my yearn for some cerebral fix
Transfer me to that solid plain
Hammer me into blazen pain
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
And drag me there with deafening haste.
Il tuo voto:
We're going down
We're going down

We're going down
To the kamikaze dive
Pussy Galore
Fishnet leatherette
Psuedo sumo wrestler
Dangerous dances
The dragons claw
On the door
K-Tel oriental
The monkey's paw.

You're a dead ringer for Madame Butterfly


You're so necromantic
Stitch my thigh
Mixing molotov cocktails
Snappy little fingers

Venomous and vain
In the subterrain
We're going down to the kamikazi dive
Like insects in a Chinese lantern now
We're feeling so alive, what's showing?
We're going down to the kamikazi dive.
We're feeling so alive, what's showingLike manic moths in Chinese lanterns now
Il tuo voto:
Hidden in the dashboard
The unseen mechanized eye
Under surveillance
The road is full of cats eyes
It's sick function to pry
The spy in the cab

Coldly observing- callously reserving
A drivers time
Automated autonomy
Playing on his mind
The spy in the cab

The spy in the cab

An eye for an eye
A spy for an eye
An eye for an eye
A spy for a spy

A twenty-four hour unblinking watch
Installed to pry
Installed to cop
The spy in the cab
The spy in the cab
The spy in the cab

I spy with my little eye spy with my little I spy with my
Little eye spy with my little I spy... spy... spy
Il tuo voto:
Small talk stinks
Small talk stinks
Small talk stinks
See the young man in his new gown
Small talk stinks
Talking up to his bouffant drag
Something that he's never had
He says he loves you with flowers
A sentence should be like a serpent
Quick with a sting in its tail
String me a line that has meaning and depth
There's no small talk with walky talkies

Small talk stinks.
I said it stinks
Small talk stinks


Small talk stinks.

You whisper sweet nothings chit-chat-back-chat
There's no idle gossip in braille
Taking combs three times an day
Twice an hour
Indentikit cute lips from wall to wall
See the young man in his new gown
Stand in line for the photo call
Talking up to his bouffant drag
Small talk stinks
Small talk stinks
Small talk stinksSmall talk stinks
Il tuo voto:
In a crucifiction ecstasy
Lying cross chequed in agony
Stigmata bleed continuously
Holes in head, hands, feet, and weep for me

Stigmata oh you sordid sight
Stigmata in your splintered plight
Look into your crimson orifice
In holy remembrance
In scarlet bliss

In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
Father, son, and holy ghost
Stigmata Martyr
Il tuo voto:
Nerve ends tick in flicker book animation
One eye's closed in fear, anticipation
Will it stay shut? Will it ever open?
What if?
What if?

Nerves.
Tell tale tongues lick at seven senses
Brittle spittle sparks you are defenceless
The fabric of dreams is ripped apart
Nerves.
As you feel the twist of the shadowed dagger
In your pumping heart

Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel
Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel


Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel

Sense of serenity is shattered in the glint of splintered glass.
A trail of random cutlery cuts a dash in the concrete underpass
Nerves.

Nerves.

Nerves.
Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel
Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel
Nerves like nylon, Nerves like steel
Il tuo voto:

 "'Spy In The Cab'... claustrofobia pura, angoscia al cubo, senso di disperazione rarefatta! Merita da sola l'acquisto del cd!"

 "'Stigmata Martyr' è un vero brano di culto, con il suo ritmo ossessivo e le lancinanti grida di chiusura."

La recensione celebra "In The Flat Field" dei Bauhaus come un capolavoro seminale del dark e del gotico, ancora moderno e potente dopo 40 anni. L'autore descrive brani come "Double Dare" e "Spy In The Cab" evidenziandone atmosfera e impatto emotivo. Peter Murphy viene riconosciuto protagonista indiscusso dell'album. Pur sottolineando la difficoltà di reperire questo disco in Italia, si conferma la sua importanza storica e musicale. Scopri l'album cult che ha definito il rock gotico: non perderti Bauhaus - In The Flat Field!

Capolavoro. Per la bellezza trascinante delle canzoni in esso contenuto e per le strade che ha aperto; "In the Flat Field" è sicuramente l'opera nella quale spingono maggiormente il loro lato gotico-dark, quella che li identifica come pilastri del filone "Dark-Wave" e del Post-Punk dai toni più lugubri; eppure …

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Quando il la New Wave incontra il macabro, in una danza affascinante e ipnotizzante. Album del 1980, pietra miliare del genere e dei suoi anni. Da ascoltare da soli, al buio e preferibilmente nei mesi freddi.

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Li conosco solo da poco ma sono 2 giorni che ascolto sto disco a manetta! Veramente molto bello! Voto: 8,5

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  • Psychopathia
    17 ott 12
    ormai non mi dice più granchè, però ti raccomando l'ascolto del loro primo pezzo: bela lugosi's dead. se non lo conosci vedrai che rivelazione!
  • hjhhjij
    17 ott 12
    A me piacciono tutti quelli dei Bauhaus, questo però è sicuramente il migliore. Bela Lugosi's Dead va ascoltata Money, è d'obbligo :)
I do get bored, I get boredIn the flat field

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Il Gothic nella sua espressione primigenia.

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1980 voto 8/10 genere dark

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scuola d'arte tedesca

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  • Culology
    2 dic 14
    ma va'?? pensavo fosse l'equivalente italiano di casa del cane o una roba del genere
  • fiomamyblue
    2 dic 14
    ho usato scuola d'arte tedesca proprio per sottolineare il loro straordinario talento, efficace cmq la tua ironia
1980

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