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Ognuno dei primi quattro album di Elisa rappresenta una stagione, in una visione del tutto soggettiva.
Se “Pipes And Flowers”, il primo album, era il simbolo dell’estate, il secondo, “Asile’s World”, un titolo emblematico, rappresenta la stagione opposta al primo, l’inverno. Questo è l’album della piena crisi di Elisa, dove cerca in tutti i modi di aggrapparsi a qualche valore per riuscire a sopravvivere nel mondo. Tale ricerca la porta a sperimentare un genere che guarda caso è opposto alle sonorità pop-rock del primo, infatti qui Elisa è stata definita una Björk italiana.
Ma Elisa non è Björk, innanzitutto perché la musica della seconda è di tali sonorità per scelta , mentre la scelta di queste sonorità è dovuta a necessità di cercare, cercare e cercare senza trovare… Quello che viene descritto è il mondo di Elisa al contrario (Asile è Elisa al contrario), un mondo stravolto, quasi fosse senza punti di riferimento. Ecco perché molte canzoni sono strane, sembrano un pop commerciale, ma stranamente non rimangono impresse in mente; oppure in altre la bellezza è ricercata non più nella voce ma nelle sonorità particolari, strane (alcune risentono di un’influenza orientale, altre hanno sonorità che sfiorano il tribale), oppure nei testi veramente emblematici ed ermetici che possono sembrare a volte senza senso, ma acquistano un senso, un significato diverso per ognuno di noi.
A tratti l’album non sembra omogeneo, ma può sembrare più che altro una compilation, non lo nego, ma l’omogeneità qui non è data dalle sonorità, ma da un’angoscia che sembra pervadere tutto l’album. Sembra che Elisa non riesca a vivere nel mondo e abbia la necessità di vivere in un altro che diviene però speculare alla realtà…
Forse l’album più complesso di Elisa, forse il più affascinante nelle sue strane atmosfere, forse, ma sicuramente il più esplicitamente simbolico ed ostico, dove sembra difficile, se non impossibile, riuscire ad entrare nella mente dell’artista… Affascinate e magico…
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01 Gift (04:20)
Na na na na na… (in the other room)
In the other room, I’m the other girl
I’m another one of your children
it’s this other face, this other name
I’m the other girl (want to be in the other room)
when you’re calling me, when you’re calling me
Your gift
receiving through this
body of mine
is alive, so alive
Your gift
receiving through this
body of mine
is alive, so alive
I am bleeding joy, still peaceful
I am waiting for patience
I live something beautiful
just thinking not too fast
I’m still here (want to be in the other room)
When you’re calling me, when you’re calling me
Your gift
receiving through this
body of mine
is alive, so alive
Your gift
receiving through this
body of mine
is alive, so alive
my secrets are now
things I can touch
this is complicity
I’m going to embrace
this man with no face…just fly
Your gift
receiving through this
body of mine
is alive, so alive
Your gift
shining through this
body of mine
is alive, so alive
Your gift is giving, as receiving...
02 Chameleon (04:14)
It is just raining
it is just micro macro mood
it is just no words to say
it is just being in love
it is just fragility
it’s so unknown, aha, aha…
it’s that I shouldn’t talk no more
I shouldn’t talk no more
I hold a chameleon in my heart
disastrous and divine
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
and he is my guide
it’s just ridiculous
it is just how much I ignore
it is just they are talking to me
it’s that I want to understand
it is just the way it works
it is just too many chains sometimes
it’s that I should stop speaking now
I should stop speaking now
I hold a chameleon in my heart
disastrous and divine
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
I hold a chameleon in my heart
disastrous and divine
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
I hold a chameleon in my heart
disastrous and divine
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
and I’m never alone and he is my guide
04 Asile's World (03:50)
Tic tac
Tic tac
Run up those stairs
Cause someone's waiting
You'd better run up those stairs
Somebody's waiting
You're so tired after you've worked
But you know you can miss things
It's so powerful and it will take
Troubles out of your head
It's so powerful and it will take
Troubles out of your head
You're rushing
This is the best lover
Music is the best lover
It's the best lover, the best lover
You're thinking in a strange way
You're so afraid of problems
You're thinking in a strange way
You're so afraid of problems
You're afraid of problems
You're so scared about the ground
And what's so scared about the ground
Tic tac
Tic tac
You run up those stairs
Somebody's waiting
You'd better run up those stairs
Somebody's waiting
You're so tired after you've worked
But you know you can miss things
You're so tired after you've worked
But you know you can miss things
12 Tic Tac (04:22)
Tic tac…
run up those stairs
‘cause someone’s waiting
you'd better run up those stairs
somebody's waiting
you're so tired after you've worked
but you know you can't miss this
it's so powerful
and it’ll take the trouble out of your head
it's so powerful
and it’ll take the trouble out of your head
you're ashamed this is the best lover
Music’s the best lover
it is the best lover, the best lover
you're thinking in a strange way
you're so afraid of crawling
you're thinking in a strange way
you're so afraid of crawling
you're afraid of crawling
you're afraid of crawling
you're afraid of crawling
you're afraid of crawling
hey what's so scary about the ground
and what's so scary about the ground
and what's so scary about the ground
and what's so scary about the ground
tic tac…
you run up those stairs
somebody's waiting
you'd better run up those stairs
‘cause somebody's waiting
you're so tired after you've worked
but you know you can't miss this
and you're so tired after you've worked
but you know you can't miss this
it's so powerful
and it’ll take the trouble out of your head
so powerful
and it’ll take the trouble out of your head
you're ashamed this is the best lover
Music’s the best lover
Music’s the best lover
Music’s the best lover
Music’s the best lover
Music’s the best lover
afraid of crawling
you’re afraid of crawling
still afraid of crawling
you’re afraid of crawling
tell me what's so scary about the ground
tell me what's so scary about the ground
what's so scary about the ground
and what's so scary about the ground
what's so scary about the ground
and what's so scary about the ground
what's so scary about the ground
and what's so scary about the ground
tic tac…
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