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Comincio col dire che questo è senza dubbio l'album di Bruce Springsteen meno riuscito, ma entriamo nello specifico.
Uscito nel 1992 assieme a Lucky Town, questo disco si distingue notevolmente dal disco sulla città fortunata per una crisi creativa ben accentuata, nonostante LT sia stato prodotto di getto. Ma veniamo allo specifico. A mio avviso le prime tre canzoni (Title-track, "Soul Driver" e "57 Channels") sono ottime e fanno pensare a un ottimo disco pur se prodotto senza la E-street Band, ma è proprio qui che il lavoro inizia a boccheggiare e a non mostrare una linea omogenea. "Cross My Heart" e "Gloria's Eyes" davvero dimenticabili a cui si aggiunge invece una splendida "With Every Wish": ecco la fotografia limpida della confusione del rocker di "Freehold"; a questo punto giungono una "Roll of The Dice" onesta ma nulla più e una brutta "Real World" (decisamente migliore quella proposta nell'ultimo tour). "All or Nothin'at All" e "Man's Job" sono due canzoni che scorrono via senza sussulti particolari. Qualcuno direbbe: dove è Bruce? E io dico ecco un altro ruggito: "I Wish I Were Blind", splendida e toccante. Finisse qui il disco si potrebbe salvare per il 60% diciamo, ma purtroppo ci sono due canzoni impalpabili come "The Long Goodbye" e come "Real Man" (sintetizzatore "invadente") e una ninna-nanna come "Pony Boy".
In definitiva 5 canzoni ottime, altre 2 o 3 accettabili e le altre dimenticabili (le stelle sono tre per il valore aggiunto di alcune canzoni). Un altro artista in un periodo di crisi creativa avrebbe fatto peggio e sicuramente da questo punto è partita la rinascita di Bruce con The Ghost Of Tom Joad e gli album successivi.
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01 Human Touch (06:31)
You and me we were the pretenders
we let it all slip away
in the end what you dont surrender
well the world just strips away
girl aint no kindness in the face of strangers
aint gonna find no miracles here
well you can wait on your blessings my darlin'
but i got a deal for you right here
i aint looking for prayers or pity
i aint coming round searchin' for a crutch
i just want someone to talk to
and a lil' of that human touch
just a lil' of that human touch
aint no mercy on the streets of this town
aint no bread from heavenly skies
aint nobody drawin' wine from this blood
its just you and me tonight
tell me in a world without pity
do you think that what im askin's too much
i just want something to hold on to
and a lil' of that human touch
just a lil' of that human touch
oh girl that feelin' of safety you prize
well it comes with a hard price
you cant shut off the risk and the pain
without losin' the love that remains
we're all riders on this train
so you been broken and you been hurt
show me somebody who aint
yeah i know i aint nobody's bargain
but hell a lil' touch up
and a lil' paint
you might need something to hold on to
when all the answers they dont amount to much
somebody that you just can talk to
and a lil' of that human touch
baby in a world without pity
do you think what im askin's too much?
i jut want to feel you in my arms
and share a lil' of that human touch....
03 57 Channels (and Nothin' On) (02:28)
I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable TV
We settled in for the night my baby and me
We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn
There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish
So I hopped into town for a satellite dish
I tied it to the top of my Japanese car
I came home and I pointed it out into the stars
A message came back from the great beyond
There's fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well we might'a made some friends with some billionaires
We might'a got all nice and friendly
If we'd made it upstairs
All I got was a note that said "Bye-bye John
Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast
'Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet
And they busted me for disturbin' the almighty peace
Judge said "What you got in your defense son?"
"Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone
Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on...
Fifty-seven channels and nothin'
07 Roll of the Dice (04:17)
Well I've been a losin' gambler
Just throwin' snake eyes
Love ain't got me downhearted
I know up around the corner lies
My fool's paradise
In just another roll of the dice
All my elevens and sevens been comin' up
Sixes and nines
But since I fell for you baby
Been comin' on changin' times
They're just waitin' over the rise
Just another roll of the dice
I've stumbled and I know I made my mistakes
But tonight I'm gonna be playin' for all of the stakes
Well it's never too late so come on girl
The tables are waiting
You and me and lady luck well tonight
We'll be celebrating
Drinkin' champagne on ice
In just another roll of the dice
High-rollers lay down your bets and I'll raise 'em
Well I know the odds ain't in my favor
Maybe I'm just a clown throwin' down
Lookin' to come up busted
I'm a thief in the house of love
And I can't be trusted
Well I'll be making my heist
In just another roll of the dice
Move on up
Come on seven
Roll me baby
In this fool's heaven
10 Man's Job (04:37)
Well you can go out with him
Play with all of his toys
But takin' care of you darlin'
Ain't for one of the boys
Oh there's somethin' in your soul
That he's gonna rob
And lovin' you baby lovin' you darlin'
Lovin' you woman is a man's man's job
Lovin' you's a man's job baby
Lovin' you's a man's job
Lovin' you's a man's job baby
Lovin' you's a man's job
Well now his kisses may thrill
Those other girls that he likes
But when it comes to treatin'
A real woman right
Well of all of his tricks
No they won't be enough
'Cause lovin' you baby lovin' you woman
Lovin' you darlin' is a man's man's job
Lovin' you's a man's job baby
Lovin' you's a man's job
Lovin' you's a man's job baby
Lovin' you's a man's job
You're dancin' with him he's holding you tight
I'm standing here waitin' to catch your eye
Your hand's on his neck as the music sways
All my illusions slip away
Now if you're lookin' for a hero
Someone to save the day
Well darlin' my feet
They're made of clay
But I've got something in my soul
And I wanna give it up
But gettin' up the nerve
Gettin' up the nerve
Gettin' up the nerve is a man's man's job
Lovin' you's a man's job baby
Lovin' you's a man's job
Lovin' you's a man's job woman
Lovin' you's a man's job
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Di fyguns
"Human Touch è un album un po’ sgonfio e per molti tratti assai poco originale."
"Le canzoni lente sono quelle che mantengono a galla l’intero album."
Di KillerJoe
Può una macchina da guerra come la E street band essere sostituita da altri 4 disgraziati? Se ti chiami Bruce Springsteen è possibile.
Se lo amate invece storcerete il naso.
