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Questo terzo disco della band inglese è a mio avviso un disco senza tempo, scorrevole e pulito in tutta la sua durata. Un album che ho scoperto quando avevo pochissimi anni, essendo io molto giovane, e che non mi stufa ancora adesso.

Si inizia dalla track numero 1, "Girls and Boys", senza dubbio uno dei pezzi piú spumeggianti dell'album; ritmo fresco e innovativo se si considera la data di uscita di questo lp, e un ritornello che ti rimane in mente sin dal primo ascolto: "Girls who are boys who like boys to be girls who do boys like they're girls who do girls like they're boys always should be someone you really love".

E le canzoni che seguono sono tutte fatte della stessa pasta: innovative, spumeggianti, fresche e trascinanti.
Questo cd inoltre dà un senso di scorrevolezza che pochi altri cd riescono a darmi: cosí da "Girls and Boys" si arriva subito a "Parklife", pezzo piú bello dell'album a mio parere.
"Bank Holiday" invece è una canzone velocissima e rock. Da citare anche "Tracy Jacks", molto bella, e "To The End", lenta ma molto piacevole.

E potrei citarne molte altre, già, perché è proprio questo il punto di forza di "Parklife": un album che presenta sfaccettature nuove in ogni sua canzone, semplicemente stupendo.

Elenco tracce testi samples e video

01   Girls & Boys (04:50)

Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chan-ces
Looking for
Girls who want boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love

Avoiding all work
'Cuz there's none available
Low battery thinkers
Count your thoughts
On one two three four
Five fingers
Nothing is wasted
Only reproduced
You get nasty blisters
Du bist sehr schön
But we haven't been
Introduced

Girls who want boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love

Girls who want boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone to really love

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh

Looking for
Girls who want boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love

Girls who want boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love

Girls who want boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love

Girls who want boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone to really love

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh

02   Tracy Jacks (04:20)

(Tracy Jacks) works in civil service
(Tracy Jacks) it's steady employment
(Tracy Jacks) it's a golfing fanatic
(Tracy Jacks) but his put is erratic
(Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street doctor
(Tracy Jacks) who prescribed healthy living
(Tracy Jacks) but he's getting past forty
(Tracy Jacks) and all the seams are splitting

everyday he got closer
he knew in his heart he was over
i'd love to stay here and be normal
but it's just so over rated

(Tracy Jacks) left home without warning
(Tracy Jacks) at five in the morning
(Tracy Jacks) got on the first train to Walton
(Tracy Jacks) and stood on the seafront
(Tracy Jacks) threw his clothes in the water
(Tracy Jacks) and ran around naked
(Tracy Jacks) got stopped by the police
(Tracy Jacks) and escorted back home

everyday he got closer
he knew in his heart he was over
i'd love to stay here and be normal
but then it's just so over rated

and then it happened on a Tuesday morning
Tracy Jacks bulldozed down the house he lived in
saying it's just so overrated

everyday he got closer
he knew in his heart he was over
i'd love to stay here and be normal
but it was alway over rated

03   End of a Century (02:45)

She says there's ants in the carpet
Dirty little monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning t.v.
You're lookin' so healthy

CHORUS:
We all say
Dont want to be alone
We wear the same clothes
'cause we feel the same
We kiss with dry lips
When we say goodnight
End of a century.. it's nothing special

Sex on the t.v.
Everybody's at it
And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty
He gives her a cuddle
Glowing in a huddle
Good night t.v.
Your all made up
You're looking like me

Chorus

Can... you... eat... her... yes... you... can...

Chorus x2

End of a century.. It's nothing specialx2

04   Parklife (03:05)

OOYY!!

Confidence is a preference
For the habitual voyeur
Of what is known as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route
Straight through what is known as
(Parklife)
John's got brewers droop he gets
Intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of it
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marchin?
You should cut down on your porklife mate
Get some exercise

CHORUS:
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

Know what i mean?
I get up when i want except on wednesdays
When i get rudely awaken by the dustmen
(Parklife)
I put on my trousers on, have a cup of tea
And then think about leaving the house
(Parklife)
I feed the pigeons
I sometimes feed the sparrows too
It gives me a sense of enormous well being
(Parklife)
And then i'm happy for the rest of the day
Safe in the knowledge there will always
Be a bit of my heart devoted to it

CHORUS

Parklife (Parklife)
Parklife (Parklife)
Its got nothing to do with your
Vorsprung durch technique you know
And its not about you joggers
Who go round and round and round and round.....

CHORUS

05   Bank Holiday (01:42)

Grandma needs new dentures
To eat the crust on pizza
Been taken out by her daughter
Because she thought she oughta
The kids are eating Snickers
Because they're so delicious
Then there's sticky fingers
And mother loses her knickers

CHORUS:

Bank holiday comes six times a year
Days of enjoyment to which everyone cheers!
Bank holiday comes with a six pack of beer
Then it's back to work - A. G. A. I. N.

Barbecue is cooking
Sausages and chicken
The patio is buzzing
And neighbours they are looking
John is down the fun pub
Drinking lots of lager
Girls and boys are on the game
And all the high streets look the same!

CHORUS

Back to work - A! G! A-I-N!

Bank holiday!

06   Badhead (03:25)

BADHEAD

So Far
I've not really stayed in touch
Well you knew as much
It's no surprise that today
I'll get up around two from a lack of anything to do

And I might as well just grin and bear it
Because it's not worth the trouble of an argument

And you
Not really stayed in touch
Well I knew as much
It's no surprise that today
I get up around two with nothing to do
Except get a touch of flu

And I might as well just grin and bear it
Because it's not worth the trouble of an argument
And in any case I'd rather wear it
It's like a badhead in the morning

I know

And I might as well grin and bear it
Because it's not worth the trouble of an argument
And in any case I'd rather wear it
It's like a badhead in the morning
And I might as well grin and bear it
Because it's not worth the trouble of an argument
And in any case I'd rather wear it
It's like a badhead in the morning
I know

07   The Debt Collector (02:10)

Instrumental

08   Far Out (01:41)

I spy in the night sky don't I
phoebe io elara leda callisto sinope
janus dione portia so many moons
quiet in the sky at night hot in the milky way

outside in

vega capella hadar rigel barnard's star
antares aldebaran altair wolf 359
betelgeuse sun sun sun...................

09   To the End (04:04)

10   London Loves (04:15)

A malady has taken him over
Coughing tar in his japanese motor
The lights are magic
And he feels lucky
And he's got money
Shoots like an arrow - oh

London loves
The mystery of a speeding car
London loves
The misery of a speeding heart

Its love u like, and everyone's at it
And words are cheap when the mind is elastic
He loves the violence
Keeps ticking over
So sleep together
Before today is sold forever

London loves
The way people just fall apart
London loves
The way you just don't stand a chance
London loves
The mystery of a speeding car

O-oh o-oh o-oh o-oh

London loves
The mystery of a speeding car
London loves
The misery of a speeding heart

London loves
The mystery

London loves
The way people just fall apart
London loves
The way we just don't stand a chance
London loves
A speeding heart

11   Trouble in the Message Centre (04:09)

I am the message centre
Local and direct
Room to room
An operator
(No calls today, dear
They'll just have to wait, dear)
I call
And I collect
(So just strike him softly
Away from the body)
You're made up too shiny today
There's so much trouble
Your thoughts are just
Pissing away
It's so much trouble
I am a manager
And I am in control
As the local delegator
(No calls today, dear
They'll just have to wait, dear)
I offer no guarantee at all
(So don't take it lightly
You passed your sell-by date)
You're made up too shiny today
It's so much trouble
Your thoughts are just
Pissing away
It's so much trouble
A new typeface
A new day
It's so much trouble
You can't remember ten minutes ago
It's so much trouble
Too much trouble

12   Clover Over Dover (03:22)

I'm on the white cliffs of Dover
Thinking it over and over
But if I jump its all over
A cautionary tale for you

I'd like to roll in the clover
With you over and over
On the white cliffs of dover
And then I'd let you push me over

and if that is the fact then in actual fact
it's not where it's at
and it's over
and if that is the fact then in actual fact
i'm not where it's at
and it's over
yes it is

And now the bluebirds are over
Over the white cliffs of dover
So when you push me over
Don't bury me I'm not worth anything

13   Magic America (03:38)

14   Jubilee (02:47)

Jubilee slouches in his settee
He's losing all will to move
He got dippy, too much telly
He watching 24 hours of rubbish
He got butane, he got plastic bags
His eyes are going square - oh yeah
He's no raver, just anti-social
He not going to cut his hair

He dresses incorrectly
No one told him how
Seventeen
He not mean enough
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him how
Seventeen
He not keen on being like
Anyone else

Jubilee's dad, Billy Banker,
Thinks his son's a slob
Should get out more, stop scabbing,
He really should go and get a job

He dresses incorrectly
No one told him how to do it
Seventeen
He's not mean enough
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him how, where to go
But he just don't get out enough
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him how, where to go
But he just don't get out enough
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him how to do it, talk to girls
But he's just to spotty
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him how
Seventeen
He not keen on being like
Anyone else
So he just plays on his computer game!

He dresses incorrectly
No one told him how to do it
Seventeen
He's not mean enough
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him how, where to go

But he just don't get out enough
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him how to do it, talk to girls
But he's just too spotty
He dresses incorrectly
No one told him how to do it, where to go
He's not keen on being like anyone
He's not being like
Jubilee is not like
Anyone else.

15   This Is a Low (05:07)

And into the sea goes pretty England and me
Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea
Hit traffic on the Dogger bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide and go asleep
And the radio says

(chorus)
This is a low
But it won't hurt you
When you are alone it will be there with you
Finding ways to stay solo

On the Tyne, Forth, and Cromarty
There's a low in the high Forties
And Saturday's locked away on the pier
Not fast enough dear
On the Malin head, Blackpool looks blue and red
And the queen, she's gone round the bend
Jumped off land's end
(chorus x 3)

16   Lot 105 (01:18)

La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la - ha ha
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la - ha ha
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
Eighteen times a week, love
Ha ha ha ha ha!

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Altre recensioni

Di  ste84

 Sti Blur non sono male, eh Ste!

 Questo album mi ha costretto a fare un passo indietro ed apprezzare anche la musica dei Blur... anche un pochino più intelligente.


Di  temi

 "Parklife, una delle pietre miliari del Britpop, schizza al numero 1 della classifica UK e scalza i Pink Floyd."

 "Ascoltate quest'album, non ve ne pentirete."


Di  Jude93

 "'Parklife' sintetizza l’essenza del britpop e ne ha contribuito la diffusione di massa anche fuori dall’Inghilterra."

 "Un vero e proprio inno liberatorio alla vita all’aria aperta, libera e senza pensieri, propria degli immensi parchi inglesi."


Di  2000

 Parklife oggi può essere il vero emblema del Britpop con Different Class e Morning Glory.

 Mi fa piacere ricordare questa pietra miliare degli anni '90 ed una band con i controcoglioni.