C'è molto freddo qui alla stazione, sto aspettando un treno in questa giornata grigia ed invernale, non so dove vado, ho solo voglia di fare un giro: eccolo che arriva fumante e rumoroso. Salgo in carrozza, metto il walkman e mi ascolto per l'ennesima volta "Station to Station", inevitabilmente penso al Duca Bianco che con quell'album nasceva, che nel 1976 stava male, molto male e probabilmente anche lui un giorno salì su un treno per staccare un'attimo la spina, per non pensare più a niente ed a nessuno, finendo col scrivere queste sei perle cariche di nostalgia e solitudine.
Anni pesanti quelli David, carichi di angosce e cocaina, di deliri come tu ci fai capire fin dalla title-track, canzone monumentale e stilisticamente perfetta dall'intro lento e crescente, fino al più movimentato finale, posta subito ad inizio album: trovo in questo pezzo tutto il repertorio fin li proposto, ottima transizione tra il passato ed il lì imminente europeo futuro. La più calma "Golden Years" ci accompagna in territori soul già affrontati nel precedente "Young Americans", canzone morbida e leggera, unico tratto di luce nel buio totale dell'album che ritorna a sfiduciarsi in "Word on a Wings", vera e propria preghiera di aiuto a Dio, un ultimo appello alla religione affinchè possa aiutarlo dalla cocaina, un'immagine agghiacciante ma allo stesso tempo meastosa. "Stay" tratta il tema degli incontri casuali tra le persone, uno spaccato sui rapporti umani; musicalmente è il "pezzo più forte" dell'album, un brano che ancora oggi viene proposto in sede live essendo un funk-rock molto coinvolgente ma che per chi scrive viene ricordato per la grande prova vocale di Bowie, qui più Duca Bianco che mai. Menzione a parte per la sperimentale "TVC 15" brano che sembra anticipare le sonorità che verranno già con "Low" e nella seguente triologia berlinese. Chiude questo capitolo "Wild is the Wind" ballata di Tiomkin coverizzata in maniera ineccepibile da Bowie che dona alla canzone quell'aurea unplugged e la romanticizza con la sua maiuscola voce.
Finisce il viaggio, si può scendere dal treno e si può riflettere. Si riflette su ciò che si è appena vissuto: c'è molta carne da mettere al fuoco, c'è il dolore personale di un malessere interiore che è ossessione, una persona che sta vivendo il punto più basso esistenziale, ma non artistico visto il grande risultato, un ponte che collega quello che è stato e quello che verrà, infatti a mio parere con "Station to Station" ha inizio il momento migliore del Duca che attraverserà cinque album fino a "Scary Monsters".
Si fanno le valigie, ora si salta sull'aereo con destinazione Berlino, ha inizio una nuova epoca.
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01 Station to Station (10:14)
The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers' eyes
Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle
Here am I, flashing no colour
Tall in this room overlooking the ocean
Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkhuth
There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stains
Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were sunbirds to soar with
And once I could never be down
Got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonderful, wonder who, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high
TWO TIMES:
It's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The european cannon is here
I must be only one in a million
I won't let the day pass without her
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The european cannon is here
Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
It's too late - to be grateful
It's too late - to be late again
It's too late - to be hateful
The european cannon is here, yes it's here
It's too late
It's too late, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late
The european cannon is here
02 Golden Years (04:00)
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Look at that sky, life's begun
Nights are warm and the days are young
Come get up my baby
There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby
Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings, angel
Come get up my baby
In walked luck and you looked in time
Never look back, walk tall, act fine
Come get up my baby
I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby
Some of these days, and it won't be long
Gonna drive back down where you once belonged
In the back of a dream car twenty foot long
Don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart
Doing all right, but you gotta get smart
Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord
I believe all the way
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows
Run for the shadows in these golden years
There's my baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up my baby
Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows
Run for the shadows in these golden years
I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold
Golden years, gold whop whop whop (10 times)
04 TVC 15 (05:33)
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Ohh
Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine
I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine
He's quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
I brought my baby home, she, she sat around forlorn
She saw my T V C one five, and then baby's gone, she
She crawled right in, oh my
She crawled right in my
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
Oh, so demonic, oh my T V C one five
Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading
Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature
My T V C one five, he, he just stares back unblinking
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
One of these nights I may just
Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then
We'll spend some time together
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
Transition
Transmission
Transition
Transmission
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading
Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature
My T V C one five, he, he just stares back unblinking
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
One of these nights I may just
Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then
We'll spend some time together
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky
So hologramic, oh my T V C one five
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Transition
Transmission
Transition
Transmission
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
Oh my T V C one five, oh oh, T V C one five
05 Stay (06:15)
This week dragged past me so slowly
The days fell on their knees
Maybe I'll take something to help me
Hope someone takes after me
I guess there's always some change in the weather
This time I know we could get it together
If I did casually mention tonight
That would be crazy tonight
Stay - that's what I meant to say or do something
But I never say is stay this time
I really meant to so bad this time
'cause you can never really tell when somebody
Wants something you want too
Heartwrecker, heartwrecker, make me delight
Right is so vague when it brings someone new
This time tomorrow I'll know what to do
I know it's happened to you
Stay - that's what I meant to say or do something
But what I never say is stay this time
I really meant to so bad this time
'cause you can never really tell when somebody
Wants something or wants to stay
That's what I meant to say or do something
But what I never say is stay this time
I really meant to so bad this time
'cause you can never really tell when somebody
Wants something you want too
06 Wild Is the Wind (06:00)
Love me, love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress, satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind, wild is the wind
You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind, wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures in the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
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Altre recensioni
Di Dune Buggy
«Il suono dell’occulto ovvero il malato misticismo del Duca Bianco»
«Ascolto ‘Station To Station’ come se fosse un’opera di una persona completamente diversa.»
Di Bowie_mangione
Se vivessimo in un mondo ideale, si festeggerebbe la giornata mondiale in onore di David Bowie, il più grande artista camaleonte.
Dovrei anche scrivere qualcosa su 'Station To Station', ma è logico che non c'è tanto da scrivere: è un capolavoro, e lo sanno anche i sordi.
