La voce di un angelo minore. Un putto tra i cherubini, ma sbrindellato.
Il pianoforte giocattolo, Texas Instruments, blu, strimpellato.
La melodia che scioglie i nodi in gola e si libra sui passaggi più sconvolgenti e fragili che si possano narrare, sillabando una vita, da un castello di carta.
Fatale una spinta.
Come si fa a offrire al mondo tutta la propria disarmata fragilità?
Forse per gli altri come te?
Chi fu tradotto dai suoi frammenti, li recò infondo a sé. Sentendosi rinfrancato, compreso.
Moore, Fair, Kaplan. E Linkous, che non riuscì ad attraversare incolume i propri fantasmi.
Che la musica fosse anche questa era impreventivabile. Espressione pacata di un tempo irragionevole, dedicato alla cura di piccolissime cose. Piccoli spunti melodici per far arrossire.
Piccoli pensieri in bocca alla bonaccia. Incapaci di spingere un vetro. Sogni d'amore interrotti, scioccamente profumati d'ortica.
«Stringimi... /Come ho sempre saputo che qualcuno dovrebbe, sì /... /Anche se la gente dice che siamo una coppia improbabile /Oh, Oh, Questa è vita /... /Vivere vivere vivere vivere vivere vivere vivere la vita /Oh, spera per i senza speranza».
Johnston, così sottile. Così limpido.
Da "Story of an Artist" a "True Love Will Find You in the End". Trema, più che respirare.
Il mondo s'inglobò la fortuna del suo più incerto cantore, coi suoi occhi verdi.
Passato troppo presto.
Quando qui camminava e saltellava.
Elenco tracce e testi
04 Walking the Cow (03:34)
Trying to remember,
But my feelings can’t know for sure.
Try to reach out
But it’s gone...
Lucky stars in your eyes...
I’m walking the cow...
I really don’t know how I came here...
I really don’t know why I’m stayin’ here...
Oh, Oh, Oh. I’m walking the cow...
Tried to point my finger,
But the wind keeps blowin’ me around
In circles...circles...
Lucky stars in your eyes...
I’m walking the cow...
I really don’t know what I have to fear...
I really don’t know why I have to care...
Oh, Oh, Oh. I’m walkin’ the cow...
Lucky stars in your eyes...
10 Chord Organ Blues (04:02)
Everything's big in Texas
You know it is
I think I might have made a big mistake o o o
Chord organ blues
Chord organ blues
Singing those chord organ blues
Wherever I go it's a wild wind
Maybe someday it'll blow me back home again
Chord organ blues
Chord organ blues
Singing those chord organ blues
For every chord that is played
There is a word in my heart that has paid
'Cause my soul loves music
And it loves to hear it made
Singing those chord organ blues
12 Speeding Motorcycle (03:21)
Speeding motorcycle, won't you change me?
Speeding motorcycle, won't you change me?
In a world of funny changes
Speeding motorcycle, won't you change me?
Speeding motorcycle of my heart
Speeding motorcycle; always changing me
Speeding motorcycle, don't you drive recklessly
Speeding motorcycle of my heart
Pretty girls have taken you for a ride
Hurt you deep inside but you never slowed down
Speeding motorcycle in my heart
Speeding motorcycle, let's speed smart
'Cause we don't want to wreck but
We can do a lot of tricks
We don't have to break our necks
To get our kicks
Speeding motorcycle, the road is ours
Speeding motorcycle, let's speed some more
'Cause we don't need reason and we don't need logic
We've got feeling and we're dang proud of it
Speeding motorcycle, there's nothing you can't do
Speeding motorcycle, I love you
Speeding motorcycle, let's just go
Speeding motorcycle
Let's go let's go let's go
Oo oo
14 Never Relaxed (03:20)
There was this kid named Syd and he was born
Maybe the doctor hit him a little too hard
He just seemed to have gotten off to a bad start
Never relaxed, never relaxed, never relaxed
Big brothers and big sisters 'came lots of attention
But Syd was a hyperactive kid
He just never seemed able to sit still
Never relaxed, never relaxed, never relaxed
Never rela-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-axed
Never relaxed, never relaxed, never relaxed
Unlike the other kids on his block
Syd never learned how to walk
He just ran around acting nervous
Never relaxed, never relaxed, never relaxed
He sat in school in detention
Drawing funny pictures on the wall
Not a moment of peace did Syd ever find
Never relaxed, never relaxed, never relaxed
Never rela-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-axed
Never relaxed, never relaxed, never relaxed
Now when Syd discovered masturbation
He just couldn't keep a good thing down
But it didn't help much his condition
Never relaxed, never relaxed, never relaxed
Syd signed up for the army
'Cause he got tired of working in the pottery
And they sent him over to a foreign country
Never relaxed, never relaxed, never relaxed
Syd met this girl in East Germany
And she invited him up to her room for some tea
Then she pulled out a gun and took his money
Never relaxed, never relaxed, never relaxed
She shot Syd through the head
And Syd died and went to hell
And he burned and he burned and he yelled
I never been relaxed, never relaxed, never relaxed
Now the Devil said this ain't fair
'Cause people who come here have had their share of comfort
So he sat Syd in a reclining chair
But it was an electric chair
Never rela-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-axed
Never relaxed, never relaxed, never relaxed
15 Sorry Entertainer (02:18)
Where the wind blows
That's where I go
Where the moon is
That's where I am
And when I just
Have a problem
Always hoping the wind will blow me away again
I'm a loner
I'm a sorry entertainer
I'm a loner
I'm a sorry entertainer
Drove those demons
Out of my head
With an organ and a pencil full of lead
And when I'm dead
I'd like to have it said
He drove those demons out of his head
I'm a loner
I'm a sorry entertainer
I'm a loner
I'm a sorry entertainer
Now the curtain parts the stage
It's the dawn of a new and exciting age
And I'm free
Free at last
Like a monkey out of its cage
I'm a loner
I'm a sorry entertainer
I'm a loner
I'm a sorry entertainer
18 Devil Town (01:04)
I was living in a Devil Town
Didn't know it was a Devil Town
Oh Lord it really brings me down
About the Devil Town
And all my friend were vampires
Didn't know they were vampires
Turns out I was a vampire myself
In the Devil Town
I was living in a Devil Town
Didn't know it was a Devil Town
Oh Lord it really brings me down
About the Devil Town
19 Laurie (02:31)
Once I saw the most beautiful girl
Sitting next to me
I asked her what was her name
She said it was 'Laurie'
She worked at the store and I opened that door
Just to see her face
She always made me feel at home
I never felt out of place
But she already had a boyfriend
An undertaker was he
And they got married
And had a little baby
I became obsessed with death, my friend
Certain that it would happen to me
And I would be in the hands
Of my dear Laurie
I can't explain such love aflame
I overcame victorious
Filled my heart with such desire
So grand and so glorious
Laurie, sweet, an angel dear
Is here with me today
Not a person, but a memory
With me will always stay.
20 Story of an Artist (05:11)
listen up and i'll tell a story
about an artist growing old
some would try for fame and glory
others aren't so bold
everyone in friends and family
sayin "hey get a job
why do you only do that only
why are you so odd?
"we dont really like what you do
we dont think anyone ever will
it's a problem that you have
and this problem's made you ill"
listen up and i'll tell a story
about an artist growing old
some would try for fame and glory
others aren't so bold
the artist walks alone
someone says behind his back
"he's got his gall to call himself that
he doesn't even know where he's at"
the artist walks among the flowers
appreciating the sun
he does this all his waking hours
but is it really so wrong
they sit in front of their tv
sayin "hey this is fun"
and they laugh at the artist
saying "he doesn't know how to have fun"
the best things in life are truly free
singing birds and laughing bees
you got me wrong says he
the sun don't shine in your tv
listen up and i'll tell a story
about an artist growing old
some would try for fame and glory
others aren't so bold
everyone in friends and family
sayin "hey get a job
why do you only do that only
why are you so odd?
"we dont really like what you do
we dont think anyone ever will
it's a problem that you have
and this problem's made you ill"
listen up and i'll tell a story
about an artist growin old
some would try for fame and glory
others just like to watch the world
21 Funeral Home (00:53)
Funeral home, funeral home
Going to the funeral home
Got me a coffin shiny and black
I’m goin’ to the funeral and I’m never coming back
Funeral home, funeral home
Going to the funeral home
Got me a coffin shiny and black
I’m goin’ to the funeral and I’m never coming back
Funeral home
Funeral home
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