I Down sono uno dei “mille” nuovi gruppi di sir Phil Anselmo e in questo disco si annota l’entrata anche di un altro membro degli oramai ex-Pantera e cioè del bassista Rex.
Il genere proposto dai Down oserei dire che potrebbe essere considerato un southern rock influenzato da gruppi quali Black Sabbath in primis (per i riff di chitarra in particolare). Sicuramente molto d’effetto questo album mostra un Phil Anselmo molto più a suo agio nel cantare rispetto agli ultimi tempi dei Pantera e oserei dire carico di quel fascino decadente che si ritrasmette poi sulla musica dell’album.
Pezzi quali New Orleans Is A Dying Whore non passano certo inosservati e anzi sono pezzi di notevole fattura.
La qualità di registrazione dell’album è oserei dire perfetta e il disco se non fosse per qualche episodio non riuscito proprio perfettamente il disco fila liscio nell’ascolto.
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 Lysergik Funeral Procession (03:10)
Pray to someone
I'm going out of my head
Dislocate
Stay safe in your unmade bed
Lysergik funeral procession
The world is watched
Straight from your TV sets
Makes you ill
Turn off and drop out in spurts
Lysergik funeral procession
I get up, get ready to face this world
I come down
I come down so hard, I hit then bounce
In a pool of piss I lay
Once revived, I was better off like I was
In so many pieces
And I'm so damn mad, so fucking mad
To lose that special darkness
I've got nothing to lose
03 The Man That Follows Hell (04:33)
I do one thing, I do it well
It takes up most of my time
The advantage is beyond me
This curse behind my eyes
My dead disguise don't work so well
Transparent to the world
But in my heart, if it bothers me
I'd kill myself and curl
I'm falling far from the sun
Lucifer's calling on ears that need some now
I gave my life to this and it's fooled me oh so well
The name they've given me is a man that follows hell
A man that follows hell
To live outside a city of grief where the quiet becomes pain
The human mind, and it's hard to believe, is the knife that splits the brain
Some may say I've got it made, what's all the crying for
It's a mirror I've got, a reflection of my loved ones out the door
I'm calling out to you all
Lucifer's falling, so far that we fall down
I gave my life to this and it fooled me oh so well
The proper term for me is a man that follows hell
A man that follows hell
A man that follows hell
A man that follows hell
04 Stained Glass Cross (03:36)
Started from the start, wearing out the headstones
Was the in, was the right, taking out a life loan
Hey old man, when I'm going six feet down
You gotta make that promise to me
A stained glass cross lay behind my head
When taken by the undertaker, no questions anymore
It's higher then the black sky, gets you lower than the floor
Hey old man, when I'm going six feet down
You gotta make that promise to me
A stained glass cross looking down on me
Hey old man, when I'm going six feet down
You gotta make that promise to me
A stained glass cross hanging over me
I was just a young boy, my father sounded crazy
My death he couldn't bear to see, neither joking, sleeping, lazy
Hey old man, when you're going six feet down
I gotta make that promise to you
A stained glass cross lay behind your head
Hey young man, when you're going under that down
I made a secret promise to you
A stained glass cross looking down on you
05 Ghosts Along the Mississippi (05:06)
In the morning it takes me quite a while to clear my head
And as the day moves on I find it hard to smile at something said
So I took control, priority number one, and that's me
Then I cut the dragons head off and put away my gun
So let it be
I'm dying prematurely, I'm wasting my life for sure
I'm trying to kill what's happening to me
A ghost along the Mississippi
I never thought before, how life could be so strange
And I guess my one a day, became ten or twelve or more and more and more
But I've got a gift, it's something called my friends or love
With them and I combined, I'll beat an early end
It's been done before
No timing, of passing away, of losing just one more day
I'm vying to kill what's wrong with me, yes I am
A ghost along the Mississippi
Can't happen to me
Won't do it to me
Destroying what's got hold of me
No more a ghost of Mississippi
07 Beautifully Depressed (04:52)
You can't fool the fool, cause I know it in my head
I just want the people, to get some before they're dead
You can take my body and dry it in the sun
Seeing vultures circle overhead
This is the home of the beautifully depressed
Life is just a moment, that rushes all at once
Letting the vultures surround me when I'm dead
I am the lord of the beautifully depressed
Endlessly - come for me
Faithfully - bend for me
Lifelessly - hang for me
Endlessly - endlessly
Push me to the limit, I ain't afraid to die
Drive it to the limit, I proudly pledge to die
I dispel the madness by forgetting all the rules
I follow all the footsteps of pre-existing fools
Begging vultures to bury off my dead
This is the hard life of the beautifully depressed
Endlessly - come for me
Faithfully - bend for me
Lifelessly - hang for me
Endlessly - endlessly
Push it to the limit, I ain't afraid to die
Look before you're in it, are you afraid to die?
Then join the beautifully depressed
11 The Seed (04:21)
(The power of the riff compels me)
Smoke up, do what you must do
Wake up, inhale the earth grown fumes
Higher than mountains, but oh so god-damn deep
The morning star we reach, think for yourself
And that's you, you times a million
Look around, we surround the fields
On guard for the perfection of the seed
Perfection of the seed
Try hard to stop us which you can't
Outnumbered by the marijuana camps
Larger than nations, I can't name one without
Must kill the king of drought
Planting of pleasure, rising up, stretch towards the sky
Look around, we surround the fields
On guard for the perfection of the seed
Perfection of the seed
This way of life has become an addiction
Despite right or wrong and their closed superstitions
This way of life has become an addiction
Despite right or wrong, despite right or wrong
Despite right or wrong
Perfection of the seed
13 Flambeaux's Jamming With St. Aug (00:59)
Which one of yall motherfuckrs drunk all my fuckin koolaid?
14 Dog Tired (03:21)
Slow time, deaf to all the hearings
Blinded to the seeings, nothings so revealing
Some day I might leave here
I'm gonna get what's coming to me one day
These days my eyes are empty
Hard times for the son of a bitch
Self inflicted, I'm gonna fall flat
Unpredicted, that's where I'm at
So addicted, dog tired in the fast lane
Break down, devastate to kneeling
Suffering to bleeding, all the chance of feeling
Some day I might destroy here
I'm gonna get what's coming to me one day
These days my life is empty
Hard times for the son of a bitch
Self inflicted, I'm gonna fall flat
Unpredicted, that's where I'm at
So addicted, dog tired in the fast lane
Dog tired in the fast lane
Self inflicted, I'm gonna fall flat
Unpredicted, that's where I'm at
So addicted, dog tired in the fast lane
Dog tired in the fast lane
Carico i commenti... con calma
