In tutta franchezza non capisco perché gli ottimi Between The Buried And Me abbiano voluto riproporre questo disco in versione strumentale, sarà che lo spirito metallaro che aleggia in me si affievolisce col passare del tempo, e io non mi ritrovo più a muovere la testa avanti e indietro facendo piovere forfora qua e là ogni qualvolta il metallo permea l'aria (ah, negli ultimi anni ho debellato il problema della forfora, grazie di avermelo chiesto), ma dopo averci tanto ragionato non ho trovato un valido motivo.
Mancano "Croakies And Boatshoes", "Roboturner" e infine "Backwards Marathon", ma soprattutto al microfono manca Tommy Giles Rogers Junior, il fulcro in lumachella senza il quale il disco non fa altro che riecheggiare dei parecchio sbronzi Dream Theater. Senza il suo falsetto-growl-non-si-capisce-bene-dove-voglia-andare-a-parare rimane solo la pura esibizione tecnica del resto del quintetto. E - personalmente - se voglio sentire quattro pirla che fanno le scale veloci veloci scendo in garage ad applaudire alla band del mio vicino quattordicenne.
Posso approvare l'acquisto del suddetto album da parte di un fanatico della band o di uno a cui piacciono le scopate a ritmo di prog, ma non è certo uno di quei must da collezione metallara adolescenziale, relegati a maturità raggiunta nelle vetrine dei negozi di dischi usati, pronti ad essere accaparrati dalla nuova generazione borchiata.
Piuttosto, in quelle vetrine, preferirei trovarci la versione "cantata". O anche no. Tenetevela sul vostro scaffale, Cristo.
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02 Alaska (04:02)
The road is dry
I’m fucking delirious right now
life goes on
glorious evening of nodding and jump starts
I need to make a personal dance party
The brain works very weird at this hour
not the best time for lyrics I suppose
keep writing, keep dreaming
keep writing, keep dreaming
keep writing, keep dreaming
Nope, can't be awake and dream, drift in and out, in and out
eye motions
in out
heat lightning, scares us both
the only two people awake at this fucking hour
I won't remember this in the morning
at least I wrote it all down
please pick the right song
the one that keeps the eyes wide
creepy!
creepy!
creepy!
yes, creepy
the idea of control
controlling death with alertness
when is the fucking sun coming up
the idea of control
yes, creepy
controlling death with alertness
controlling death with alertness
Then it all changes, same scenery but sun involved
shouldn't be much different
ALASKA!!
ALASKA!!
Then it all changes, same scenery but sun involved
shouldn't be much different
ALASKA!!
ALASKA!!
the only two people awake at this fucking hour
I won't remember this in the morning
at least I wrote it all down
wrote it all down
03 Croakies and Boatshoes (02:24)
Croakies
Boatshoes
Collars up
Daddy's money increased my social status
"Dang, my loafer got smudged"
We are the suburban elite
"Hey where y'all wanna meet?"
I've got something to fucking prove man
I've really gotten something to prove
Dude...brah...lets go party tonight
Maybe start another goddamn fight
But its alright, my coach knows the sheriff
Don't stare
At my car
At my shirt
At my girl
04 Selkies: The Endless Obsession (07:25)
(Slip into something more comfortable...proceed into space)
Innocent individuals
Concerned about nothing but happiness
Progress becomes easy due to this social situation
Unfortunate turn of events
Collapse this idea of childish thought
No judgement towards one another, no social status to compare
All as one
Exploit the idea of innocence
Goddamn television god
Corrupt me
Seperate us
Groups of difference seem to comfort what we once didn't think of
This show was in their head for years
Enjoy this life of wonder and imagination
For it will be torn down
You will be torn down
Time to hate, kill, fuck, conquer
This is human life at its best
We'll televise this event
You can learn how to live, breathe
Then finally die
(The sweet relief is a must)
We can speak of obsession
We can love the endless
06 Roboturner (07:07)
Crush us
Over and over again
The years have come to this
An improper art form
Faking our own thoughts and sounds
Robots crush
Death of human-music
Bright lights fill the sky
Track us through our fields of money
The old days seem shit and primitive
Abduction
Control
You write for me
Oh, master
Master of the machines
Take this shit and make it gold
Make my face sparkle with fame
Master of the machines
Fuck them hard and neglect their thoughts
They will never see us coming
No more human voice
No more human actions
Imperfect fucks stand in the dark
Crush us
Over and over again
The years have come to this
An improper art form
Faking our own thoughts and sounds
Robots crush
Death of human-music
Counteract the idea of control
Human emotion can only produce the thoughtful
Finally discovering the idea of perfect harmony
This is the day we finally make beautiful notes again
But will we ever realize
A situation so far dead
Make this a war
Blood fills the sky
Drop the deadly dive-bomb
The end of this outside life
We will find art again
07 Backwards Marathon (08:29)
The early love seems to become jaded
I'm never expecting this
Glance towards the mirror,
Imagination towards the stars
The endless desire for my one and only true love
This will never change I predict
But I do get tired
If only they knew what push we have given
For this music
This happiness that keeps us all sane
Cold nights seem to force questions
Not wanting to accept these thoughts
I have worked and will keep working
To keep the tradition of my one true motive in life
Music
My only love
Once building drum boxes and pretending to be an artist
I guess I'm here but it feels weird
So weird
To know how weird all this can be
It seems to never work out like I planned
Like we planned
One day it will all come together
First place desire in the backwards marathon
Thats all we can ask for
It's raining...it's raining...it's raining...it's raining
When the sun comes up, it's still raining
Slowly we grow
Weeds turn into
Smiling trance
Never mentioned
The early love seems to become jaded
I'm never expecting this
Dance for the mirror
Imagination towards the stars
The endless desire for my one and only true love
Dreams won't let go
Thoughts will not change
Can't watch it fly away
09 The Primer (04:48)
Prescribe me: Corrupt me
Put your guns in my hands
In the hands of the young
Let's kill
Let's die
We're all equal tonight
Prescribe me:
I don't want to feel what is happening
I don't want to know what I see
Please don't let me cope alone
Joystick revolution move me
It's all a dream
Redneck lord you still soothe me
Behind your black tie revolution
This is just a party
Prescribe me:
Become the whore
Please drug the young
Follow the gods
For sex and greed bring the smiles
The rich, sexy smiles
The smiles that blow the minds of every goddamn male pig out there
We all just want to fuck
What is love, the idea of love
Corpse play
Tradition marriage:
We don't have to take this serious
Have you seen the cities
Have you seen the images
We have to be you
2005 welcome to perfection
Prescribe me, indulge me
You have won
10 Autodidact (05:32)
(begin)
The freethinking brain can finally travel
Take in the radio waves and stew up that imagination
I worry too much
Boredom gets to me
Pussy
Yes they call me this
The masters of the ocean churn down in my mind
Calling me only what I feel at times
I just want to be loved and liked by everyone
Shining down on my every move
Impossible thoughts
Stay on this cruise
Never go back
Relaxation calms these metal nerves
Need to just let go and become a giant
Forcing the improvement of our musical system
One can't do such
Especially with such lack of confidence
Maybe they will see it
Maybe they will frown upon this face
Time
I keep drifting away
I look forward to these days physically
But mentally they become very tiring
Why worry
Personal happiness should be all that matters
(I feel the most of the time)
Days like today
Mordecai flies down on this ship
and stares me in the eyes
(every time, can't change)
Maybe I should just be this bedroom performer
I keep hearing of
No pressure, no boundaries
Only personal pleasing
Coward
Yes I call myself this
Control
Control me
Sit back now
Piss it all away
Loser losing lost
(scene)
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