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Questo può essere considerato un album di un gruppo di musicisti che si sono incontrati per realizzare un miracolo, ovvero un album della figlia di uno dei più importanti cantautori che la Francia abbia mai avuto: Serge Gainsbourg.
Charlotte Gainsbourg ammette che voleva fare da molto tempo un album “suo” e dopo un incontro con il duo transalpino degli Air, la figlia d’arte si convinse, e li chiamò in studio per spiegare loro su che cosa voleva costruire l’album insieme a Nigel Goldrich, uno dei produttori più in voga negli ultimi anni. Nella fase della costruzione dell’album arrivarono altri due nomi illustri della scena musicale negli studi, ovvero Neil Hannon dei Divine Commedy e Jarvis Cocker dei Pulp, che interviene pesantemente sui testi dell’attrice francese.
L’idea principale era quella di scrivere in musica i pensieri di una persona che soffre d’insonnia alle 5 e 55 di mattina, quindi di descrivere sogni ad occhi aperti e visioni di fantasmi, atmosfere perfette per la musica degli Air e per la fantasia di Cocker, che hanno contribuito a realizzare un miracolo. E allora perché dire che quest’album è di Charlotte Gainsbourg quando è in realtà composto da altra gente? Che cosa ha fatto lei in prima persona? Intanto ha dato le idee per la stesura dell’album, ma soprattutto, ci ha messo la sua voce sussurrata, interpretando i quarantadue minuti di musica senza una sbavatura e non rovinando gli undici pezzi.
Per quanto riguarda la parte musicale, gli Air non hanno introdotto niente di che nella loro musica, a parte che in "The Operation”, dove le fasi ritmiche sono molto lontane dalle loro vere origini musicale, e il primo singolo “The Song That We Sing”, pezzo molto più orecchiabile con una chiara dedica al padre dell’attrice anglo-francese morto ormai quindici anni fa.
Dopo questo secondo disco, Charlotte Gainsbourg tenterà la carriera di Jennifer Lopez? Noi speriamo di si, ma la donna deve ancora imparare molto musicalmente parlando, e speriamo apprenda tutto dalla gente che l’ha circondata per la realizzazione di questo disco.
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02 AF607105 (04:30)
Melancholy
aviation
chocolate
perfume
cigarettes
frequent flyer
stow away
dislocation
sleeping
jets
wave goodbye
feel homesick
tranquilizers
bill of fare
cry easy
dvt
disapear into thin air
chorus
we wish you all a very happy pleasant flight
this is a journey to the center of the night
and the inflight entertainment's out of sight
here on af 607105
time difference
you're waking
chase the sun into your eyes
sleeping cities
dust hotel rooms
passengers look to the skies
fly over
your lifetime
and never touching down
my heart
is breaking
somewhere over saskatchewan
chorus
we wish you all a very happy pleasant flight
this is a journey to the center of the night
and the inflight entertainment's out of sight
here on af 607105
your life in
the wrong hands
savannah and frozen wastes
the flight path
the wingspan
below the earth rotates
i love you
i miss you
i cannot see your face
invent a
new persona
drunk here on the edge of space
all the things i carry with me
and all the things i left behind
and all the things that wait to meet me
hover in the air tonight
if i can only keep on moving
and never stop and think of me
and freefall through the years and decades
terminal velocity
chorus
we hope you had a very happy pleasant flight
this is our final destination so goodnight
like a stone we are now falling from the sky
farewell from af 607105
the cabin
is burning
i smile and feel complete
here amongst
total strangers
27 000 feet
suspended
isolation
kids throw toy planes in the street
one final
blaze of glory
viewed from a window seat
03 The Operation (03:59)
I want to explore you
i'm gonna get under your skin
so you can feel me running through your veins
i want to examine
every inch of your frame
the pressure points that cause your joy and pain
our love goes under the knife
there is no room for doubt
now i'm inside you
my hands can feel their way
further inside than i have ever been
now i can really
mess around with your heart
and fill it to the brim with broken dreams
our love goes under the knife
two lives may be saved
and if i pull this off
i'll refuse the nobel prize
instead i will look into your eyes
if i pull this off your whole body will be mine
and i'm prepared to work throughout the night
our love goes under the knife
nothing is taboo
...here on the cutting edge of science
too much information
i feel i'm getting lost
absorbed into the fibre of your soul
deep within the abbatoir
of your entrails your insides
lost in you forever far from home
our love goes under the knife
someone got too close
our love goes under the knife
the heart was rejected by the host
06 Beauty Mark (03:06)
I've got a beauty mark
written on my skin
close to my heart
my favourite part
my beauty mark
I keep it out of sight
safe from the world outside
this old battle scar
this secret part
my beauty mark
this little death
this mark of sin
forever printed on my skin
I'll keep it for you
this hidden place
this private part
this secret door into my heart
I'll keep it for you
this precious jewel
this darling bud
this tiny reservoir of blood
my beauty mark
I'll keep it for you
10 Everything I Cannot See (05:45)
I feel you all around me
you are everything i cannot see
as the ocean crawls onto the shoreline
so you lap at the edges of me
and now, as i'm walking
i know that you're watching me move
for as much as i need you
i must walk away from you
you're my life, you're my hope
you're the chain, you're the rope
you're my god, you're my hell
you're the sky, you're myself
you're the reason i'm living
you're all that i have to discover
you're the rain, you're the stars
you're so near, you're so far
you're my friend, you're my foe
you're the miles left to go
you are everything i ever wanted
and you are my lover
so i carry i carry the flowers
the flowers that are dead in my hands
they will rise up at the very sight of you
they will naturally understand
that today is the day
that we find out once and for all
now you know i must leave here
you must let me stand or fall
you're my life, you're my hope
you're the chain, you're the rope
you're my god, you're my hell
you're the sky, you're myself
you're the reason i'm living
you're all that i have to discover
you're the rain, you're the stars
you're so near, you're so far
you're my friend, you're my foe
you're the miles left to go
you are everything i ever wanted
and you are my lover
if i leave will you follow can i put my faith in you
you're my life, you're my hope
you're the chain, you're the rope
you're my god, you're my hell
you're the sky, you're myself
you're the reason i'm living
you're all that i have to discover
you're the rain, you're the stars
you're so near, you're so far
you're my friend, you're my foe
you're the miles left to go
you are everything i ever wanted
and you are my lover
and i love you now
as i loved you then
but this island life
just had to end
but you will allways be
my special friend
i will carry you with me
and we can love again
now the drizzle
soaks us to the skin
and the stars hang like a noose
so let's face this together
now this storm is finally though
you're my life, you're my hope
you're the chain, you're the rope
you're my god, you're my hell
you're the sky, you're myself
you're the reason i'm living
you're all that i have to discover
you're the rain, you're the stars
you're so near, you're so far
you're my friend, you're my foe
you're the miles left to go
you are everything i ever wanted
and you are my lover
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Altre recensioni
Di Kid_A
Una sorta di confezione extra-lusso in cui ognuno degli illustri partecipanti ha il timore di risultare meno “colto” degli altri.
Un disco che darà un tocco snob alla vostra collezione, ma che faticherete ad estrarre dalla custodia per più di un paio di volte.
Di O__O
La voce delicata della miss si libra come una nipote di Carla Bruni, ma molto più intonata e a suo agio.
Carezzevole, appassionante, struggente ma anche ripetitivo e anonimo: resta la copertina da mettere in primo piano sulla libreria di dischi in camera mia.
Di O__O
Una canzone impregnata di un mood quasi alieno, di un ritmo ipnotico, che permea nella pelle.
Fottutamente bellissima.
