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Si sa che il diavolo è nei dettagli, e mia nonna (che se fosse rinata si sarebbe fatta prete) mi diceva sempre che la strada per l'inferno è lastricata di buone intenzioni.
In compenso l'estate, il caldo, e qualche topless di troppo potrebbero anche allentare l'attenzione e lasciare che sì, per una volta almeno, il nostro candore possa macchiarsi di qualche vergognosa blasfemia. E allora via, una girandola di emozioni, colori, sudore! Le mutande? No scusa, guarda che....
Il giorno dopo non è che poi si possa pretendere di essere al meglio delle proprie capacità. Perchè io avrei voluto, e i presenti mi sono testimoni, espiare i miei peccati inginocchiato davanti alle casse, sparando "To Mega Therion" a palla... però, l'occhio cade, il dito preme Play e porca vacca! Ti ritrovi Boy George che ti canticchia "tu vieni e vai, tu vieni e vai" su un ritmo caraibico. Tutto molto patinato. Tutto abbastanza pacato. Tutto piuttosto colorato. Tutto "che me lo bevo come un bicchiere d'acqua e poi posso anche fare finta di non averlo mai ascoltato".
Chi di voi ha l'età giusta saprà anche troppo bene di che cosa si tratta e magari, se true-Norwegian-Debaseriano, avrà anche avuto la fortuna di odiare questo disco in presa diretta. Per quanto mi riguarda, io all'epoca non riuscivo a stare nemmeno in piedi ma ricordo benissimo mio padre che tutte le volte che tirava fuori sto po' po' di disco ci teneva a sottolineare come quello in copertina NO!, non fosse una donna. Perchè non si sa mai, certe cose meglio chiarirle fin da subito.
Ad anni di distanza Boy George è finito nel dimenticatoio e di tutta sta roba anni '80 è rimasto davvero poco in jiro. Però, vuoi mai che un giorno pure i Culture Club verrano rivalutati dai posteri? E chi sono io per lasciarmi sfuggire l'occasione di essere "il primo uomo sulla terra ad avere recensito i Culture Club sul Debasio"?
I Culture Club, per loro stessa natura sono il classico gruppo che si ascolta così, tanto per. Mica lo vai a dire ai tuoi amici che Colour By Numbers ce l'hai pure originale (e che quello che suonava la tromba aveva un paio di baffi che solo per questo merita di essere citato). Mica glielo vai a dire che addirittura ti sei documentato e, pensa te, la corista è la stessa che fa i "du bi du baaa" in "Walk On The Wild Side".
Rimane il fatto che i CC (per brevità chiamati artisti) hanno fatto da testa di ponte per tutto il synth pop inglese in the USA (saran stati contenti gli americani) e devono avere venduto qualcosa come il mio stipendo di un anno moltiplicato da qui a fino a quando nascerà mio pronipote. Rimane il fatto che resta un dischello carino carino, che prova a lanciarsi anche nella ballatona melodrammatica (Victims) ma che (a mio parere) dà il suo meglio nei ritmi scatenati ma non troppo, nella sua pomposità ma non troppo e nella sua orecchiabilità [quella c'è].
Quindi: in fin dei conti non me la sento di esprimermi apertamente in favore di questi CC (per brevità chiamati artisti), proprio non lo posso fare. Però a volte l'occhio cade e il dito preme Play...
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Karma Chameleon (04:12)
Theres the loving in your eyes all the way
if i listen to your lies would you say
i'm a man without conviction
i'm a man who doesn't know
how to sell a contradiction
you come and go
you come and go
(chorus)
karma karma karma karma
karma chameleon
you come and go
you come and go
loving would be easy if your colours were like my dream
red, gold and green
red, gold and green
didn't hear your wicked words everyday
and you used to be so sweet i heard you say
that my love was an addiction
when we cling our love is strong
when you go you're gone forever
you string along
you string along
(repeat chorus here)
everyday is like survival
you're my lover not my rival
everyday is like survival
you're my lover not my rival
i'm a man without conviction
i'm a man who doesn't know
how to sell a contradiction
you come and go
you come and go
(repeat chorus x4)
02 It's a Miracle (03:25)
Guns that cross the street
You never know who you might meet
Who's in disguise
Oooh, as you blow a storm
There's no one there to keep you warm
It's no surprise
There's something in my eyes
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
And dreams are made of emotion
Dance with the counterfeit
The plastic smiles and micro heat
I'll meet you there
I'll meet you there
Run to the edge of town
Where Hollywood lay its footprints down
Monroe was there
But do you really care
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
And dreams are made of emotion
(Cry)
It's a miracle
(Oh
Cry)
It's a miracle
(Oh
Cry)
It's a miracle
(Oh)
Cry
It's a miracle
Guns that cross the street
You never know who you might meet
Who's in disguise
Who's in disguise
Oooh, as you blow a storm
There's no one there to keep you warm
It's no surprise
There's something in my eyes
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
And dreams are made of emotion
(Baby do, baby do, baby do
Baby do that bump, yeah)
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
(It's a miracle)
And dreams are made of emotion
(It's a miracle
It's a miracle)
And dreams are made of emotion
(It's a miracle)
Made of emotion
(It's a miracle
It's a miracle)
And dreams are made of emotion
Yeah, emotion.
03 Black Money (05:19)
Chorus:
Do you deal in black money
Do you deal in black money
Do you deal in black money
Do you deal in black money
Fortunes find you
Cross out every emotion
Standing right behind
A shadow of devotion
Somebody else's life
Cannot be mine
But when you love someone
And they don't love you in return
When you love someone
You've got money to burn
(chorus)
I believe that
Nothing could come between us
Magic potions
Won't you save them for dreamers
Somebody else's life cannot be mine
But when you love someone
And they don't love you in return
When you love someone
You've got money to burn
(chorus)
Give me some love
But don't waste my time
Black money
I'll love you again
But you must be mine
Black money
Give me some love
But don't waste my time
Black money
Fortunes find you
Cross out every emotion
Standing right behind
A shadow of devotion
Somebody else's life
Cannot be mine
But when you love someone
And they don't love you in return
When you love someone
You've got money to burn
(chorus)
Give me some love
But don't waste my time
Black money
I'll love you again
But you must be mine
Black money
Give me some love
But don't waste my time
Black money
06 Time (Clock of the Heart) (03:46)
Don't put your head on my shoulder
Sink me in a river of tears
This could be the best place yet
But you must overcome your fears
Chorus 1:
In time it could have been so much more
The time is precious I know
In time it could have been so much more
The time has nothing to show
Chorus 2:
Because time won't give me time
And time makes lovers feel
Like they've got something real
But you and me we know
They've got nothing but time
And time won't give me time
Won't give me time
Don't make me feel any colder
Time is like a clock in my heart
Touch we touch was the heat too much
I felt I lost you from the start
(chorus 1)
(chorus 2)
07 Church of the Poison Mind (03:30)
Desolate loving in your eyes
You used to make my life so sweet
Step out like a god found child
I saw your eyes across the street
Ooh, I've been a fool to take you to be
More than just kind, to stare
Into a life of maybe, love
Is hard to find
In the church of the poison mind (x3)
Watch me clinging to the beat
I had to fight to make it mine
That religion you could sink in neat
Just move your feet an' you'll feel fine
Ooh, I've been a fool to maybe trade,
A kiss in time, and who
Am I to say that's crazy
Love will make you blind
In the church of the poison mind (x3)
08 Miss Me Blind (04:30)
Miss me
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me blind
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me blind (x2)
Bet you got a good gun
Bet you know how
To have some fun and then
You turn it around on me because
I'm better than the rest of the men
I say you'll miss me
And you always do
I say you'll miss me
Now would I lie to you
Now there's no need to demand
Grab my golden hand
I'll teach you and you'll never be sure
If the way that you need
Is too much like greed
Decide if you are rich or you're poor
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me blind (x2)
Bet you make the fool run
Bet you know how
To make it last forever
But you know I'm never really sure
If you're just kissing to be clever
I say you'll miss me
And you always do
I say you'll miss me
Now would I lie to you
Now there's no need to demand
Grab my golden hand
I'll teach you and you'll never be sure
If the way that you need
Is too much like greed
Decide if you are rich or you're poor
Because this love
That I have to give
Must be better than that kind
It can make you rich
It can make you poor
But i know that you'll miss me blind
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me blind (x2)
Now there's no need to demand
Grab my golden hand
I'll teach you and you'll never be sure
If the way that you need
Is too much like greed
Decide if you are rich or you're poor
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me blind (x6)
11 Victims (04:56)
The victims we know so well
They shine in your eyes
When they kiss and tell
Strange places we never see
But you're always there
Like a ghost in my dream
And I keep on telling you
Please don't do the things you do
When you do those things
Pull my puppet strings
Have the strangest void for you
We love and we never tell
What places our hearts
In the wishing well
Love leads us into the stream
And it's sink or swim
Like it's always been
And I keep on loving you
It's the only thing to do
When the angel sings
There are greater things
Can I give them all to you
Oh
Pull the strings of emotion
Take a ride into unknown pleasure
Feel like a child on a dark night
Wishing there was some kind of heaven
I could be warm with you, smiling
Hold out your hand for a while
The victims
We know them so well
So well
The victims we know so well
They shine in your eyes
When they kiss and tell
Strange places we never see
But you're always there
Like a ghost in my dream
And I keep on telling you
Please don't do the things you do
When you do those things
Pull my puppet strings
Have the strangest void for you
Oh
Show my heart some devotion
Push aside those that whisper "never"
Feel like a child on a dark night
Wishing we could spend it together
I could be warm with you, smiling
Hold out your hand for a while
The victims
We know them so well
So well.
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