Stamattina mi sono svegliato, pioveva. Ma era una pioggia che mi voleva bene e mi sentivo stranamente felice. Insieme alle poche piante che adornano il mio appartamento sono uscito, piedi scalzi, a prendere un po' di acqua sulla faccia. E mentre mi spostavo le gocce dal viso, che non erano lacrime, non le mie voglio dire, sorridevo al gatto che, lui sì, ha capito come si vive veramente, accovacciato abusivo su di una panca non sua.
Rientrato, vengo invaso da un inspiegabile senso di gratitudine, mi cerco "Love not money" (1985), un disco che riesco ad ascoltare solo quando la pioggia è benefica, quando hai la sensazione che qualcuno stia sfogando la propria gioia e non sei tu a farlo, non ti importa, non fare domande!
"when all's well my love is like cathedral bells"
Questo pop cristallino di altri tempi, gentile e rotondo come le sue tre lettere, morbido nella sua coperta di chitarre appena battute e qua e la screziato da qualche ingenuità di scrittura, non sarà il miglior pop dell'epoca ma mi fa sentire bene perché mi ruba alla vita di tanto in tanto e solo per poco tempo, quello necessario a dire che "ho" una vita e questa è anche buona.
"Amore" anziché "Denaro", ché l'Eden è qui da noi!
Forse retorico ma se lo dicono gli EBTG, io ci credo.
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 When All's Well (03:03)
We are not true
We are not pure
We are not right
O but still I'll steal to you at night
Too selfish by half
Too ugly by far
But when your songs have been sung, come to me
Rumours are rife
And winter blows cold
Reminds me of such wretched times
And yet all the same
I will never deign
To think ill of you
When all's well
My love is like cathedral bells
Amongst all the dross
The lies and the grief
There are so many things you just wouldn't believe
But amongst all the dross
The lies and the grief
When all's well
My love is like cathedral bells
06 Sean (03:32)
There's a Belfast girl I loved and lost
On the rolling hills around my home
Now she stays home nights behind locked doors
Since a plastic bullet stopped him
And he don't come no more
There's a Belfast boy was loved and lost
On the crowded streets of his own home town
Pepper my heart with a lover's words
And I'll pepper yours with a Getlin gun
Mother my heart is full of lead
And it weighs me down and I just can't cry
Remember me to schoolboy friends
And tell it as it was, please try
So come by my boy and sit you down
There's a tale to hear, a tale to tell this town
You say the devil will get me some day
You can tell him I'm waiting
Cause these are the things I must say
Mother my heart is full of lead
And life holds few surprises too
Tell that to the little ones
Before they learn to leaugh at you
Mother my heart is full of lead
And it weighs me down and I just can't cry
Remember me to schoolboy friends
And tell it as it was, please try
09 Anytown (03:28)
Over dale and over hills
I'll take you through the cotton mills
To the ginnels where we played
And where are friendships all were made
Still they came and tore them down
And now we live in Anytown
They came and tore it down
And now this place could be Anytown
Can't forget and won't forgive
The places we've been forced to live
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But rather that than live alone
For they came and tore it down
And now we live in Anytown
They came and tore it down
And now this place could be Anytown
Rags to riches, that's a lie
For some things money just can't buy
Thicker than water blood may be
And comfort still brings misery
For they came and tore it down
And now we live in Anytown
They came and tore it down
And now this place could be Anytown
They took the heart when they ripped it down
And in its place sent Anytown
Summer in the driving rain
I can hear the Oldham train.
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