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Ormai sei un signorotto di mezza età… porti ancora i capelli lunghi, quelli non ti rassegni a tagliarli, ma nonostante questo piccolo retaggio sai benissimo che non avrebbe senso suonare ancora una volta "Out in the Fields" o "Run For Cover". Ti guardi allo specchio, e sei felice di quello che vedi, di ciò a cui sei arrivato… passione, energia, malinconia e introspezione convivono tranquillamente in ogni tua espressione, lo dai a vedere benissimo ogni volta che imbracci la tua Gibson… non riusciresti mai a celare l’infinito trasporto emotivo che provi ogni volta che suoni, fosse anche una sola, semplice, lunghissima nota. Getti uno sguardo indietro, e sai benissimo che non potresti mai rinnegare quello che hai fatto in passato, ma sai anche che è giunto il momento di andare avanti… il blues, Peter Green, la sua chitarra che ora è tua, quell’unica moneta simbolica che passa dalla tua alla sua mano… Eccoti qui, ora, ancora una volta con quello strumento tanto prezioso tra le tue mani… un grido o un sussurro, violentarla o accarezzarla.
Rimani immobile per un istante, e ti scappa un sorriso: sei un eretico del cazzo, lo sai benissimo, o forse gli altri lo sanno meglio di te! Decidi di fregartene di purismo e menate varie, sei convinto che rock e blues convivano con una naturalezza tale da sembrare inscindibili (e forse lo sono veramente)… Anche Re Albert sembra pensarla così, mentre suonate come due vecchi amici, lui con il suo inconfondibile tocco minimalista e tu con quell’irrefrenabile cascata di note. Il blues è una vecchia storia, già raccontata un milione di volte, forse obsoleta, ma tu sei capace di donare nuova vita a quelle pagine ingiallite… Suoni il riff di "Still Got The Blues", un brivido ti corre lungo la schiena: sei un buon cantante, ma se potessi lasceresti cantare solo lei. A mezzanotte lanci il tuo blues e ogni nota sembra sempre l’ultima, la più intensa.
Gli anni passano, e anche in una atmosfera sommessa e crepuscolare ogni tuo intervento risalta in un seducente contrasto di luci… Entra un vecchio dalla pelle scura, con l’immancabile cappello e la pipa a donargli uno strano sorriso. Anche lui si chiama Albert, anche lui è un Re nonostante di cognome faccia Collins. Dite di essere troppo stanchi ma in realtà date vita a qualcosa di vigoroso e il sorriso del vecchio si fa compiaciuto. Qua e là ti godi l’Hammond di Don Airey, che decide di accompagnarti per buona parte del cammino. Continui dritto per la tua strada fino ad incrociare uno scarafaggio di nome George che ti omaggia della sua presenza, sorridente e affabile. Ora sei solo e decidi di liberare tutto il tuo amore, in modo rumoroso e sfacciato… Decidi di staccare la spina. Ritorni da dove sei venuto, ti siedi sul letto, togli la chitarra dalla custodia e con la mente ritorni a quando, ancora bambino, tentavi di ripetere i gesti e gli accordi di Green e Hendrix… scuoti la testa, con un sorriso vagamente compiaciuto, e riprendi a suonare…
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01 Moving On (02:39)
(Gary Moore)
I'm gonna leave this place tomorrow.
I'm gonna leave this town behind.
I'll be gone before the morning,
on the other side of the mound.
That's why I'm moving on.
I'm moving on.
I've been hanging around too long,
it's time I was moving on.
Oh, well I'm tired of the same old faces,
and I'm sick of the same old names.
I'm getting bored with the same old places,
everybody starts to look the same.
That's why I'm moving on.
I'm moving on.
I've been hanging around too long,
it's time I was moving on.
Move it for me!
I've been tryin' to settle down here,
but my feet just won't stay still.
And I've heard that the grass is greener
on the other side of the hill.
That's why I'm moving on.
I'm moving on.
I've been hanging around too long,
it's time I was moving on.
Give me one more for the go!
I'm gonna leave this town tomorrow.
I'm gonna leave this place behind.
You can bet your bottom dollar,
all my troubles will be far behind.
That's why I'm moving on.
I'm moving on.
I've been hanging around too long,
it's time I was moving on.
I've been hanging around too long,
it's time I was moving on.
Said I've been hanging around too long,
it's time I was moving on.
Get out of here!
02 Oh Pretty Woman (04:25)
(Wiliams)
Oh, pretty woman
sure's the rising sun.
Says all your cheap paint and powder
ain't gonna help you none.
'Cause she's a pretty woman
right down to her bone.
So you might as well
leave your skin alone.
Pretty woman,
what's the matter with you?
Can't make you love me
no matter what I do.
Oh, pretty woman,
whatcha gonna do?
You kept on foolin' around
till I got stuck on you.
So you can drop your mess
and come down off your throne,
stop using my poor heart
as just a stepping stone.
Pretty woman,
what's the matter with you?
Can't make you love me
no matter what I do.
Oh, pretty woman
that's all right for you.
Now you just go on doing
what you wanna do.
But someday when you think
that you've got it made,
you're gettin' water deep enough
so you can't wade.
Pretty woman,
what's the matter with you?
Can't make you love me
no matter what I do.
Oh, pretty woman.
Oh, pretty woman.
Oh, pretty woman.
Oh, pretty woman.
Can't make you love me
no matter what I do. No!
Can't make you love me
no matter what I do. No!
Can't make you love me
no matter what I do.
Oh, pretty woman,
I just can't make you love me.
Oh, no.
03 Walking by Myself (02:55)
You know I love you.
You know it's true.
Give you all my love, babe.
What more can I do?
Walking by myself,
I hope you'll understand.
I just want to be your lovin' man.
I love ya, yes I love you
with my heart and soul.
I wouldn't mistreat you
for my weight in gold.
You know I love you.
You know it's true.
Give you all my love, babe.
What more can I do?
Walking by myself,
I hope you'll understand.
I just want to be your lovin' man.
Here we go!
Keep on walkin'!
You know I love you.
You know it's true.
I give you all my --, babe.
What more can I do?
I'm walking by myself,
I hope you'll understand.
I just want to be your lovin' man.
I said I'm walking by myself,
I hope you'll understand.
I just want to be your lovin',
I just want to be your lovin',
I just want to be your lovin' man.
That's right.
04 Still Got the Blues (06:10)
Used to be so easy
To give my heart away
But I found out the hard way
There's a price you have to pay
I found out that love
Was no friend of mine
I should have known
Time after time
So long, it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you
Used to be so easy
To fall in love again
But I found out the hard way
It's a road that leads to pain
I found out that love
Was more than just a game
You're playing to win
But you'll lose just the same
So long, it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you
So many years
Since I've seen your face
But here in my heart
There's an empty space
You used to be
So long, it was so long ago
But I've still got the blues for you
Though the days come and go
there is one thing I know: I've still got the blues for you
05 Texas Strut (04:51)
(Gary Moore)
One, two, three, four.
Let me tell you about the Texas blues.
I went down south to Dallas,
to hear those cowboys wail.
Came across that Billy Gibbons
ridin' on that ZZ trail.
I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
I said I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
The Texas blues.
Got myself in Double Trouble,
when I saw that Texas Flood.
Stevie said The Sky Is Crying,
superstition's in his blood.
I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
I said I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
The Texas blues.
How-how-how-how.
Come on!
I heard that Houston Twister.
He could run you off the tracks.
When he plays that Cold Cold Feeling,
you get the shivers down your back.
I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
I said I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
The Texas blues.
A-how-how-how-how.
Well, I'm going back to Dallas.
Won't go waitin' for no bus.
Ridin' off into the sunset.
You won't see my heels for dust.
I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
I said I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
I said I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
And I just can't lose with the Texas blues.
The Texas blues.
Texas blues.
A-how-how-how-how.
A-how-how-how-how.
06 Too Tired (02:50)
Yeah!
I laid down last night, too tired to wake.
I had a chill this morning, too tired to shake.
I got a good poker hand, too tired to win.
I can hear my baby knockin', too tired to let her in.
I'm tired.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm tired.
Too tired, too tired for anything.
I'm too tired to walk,
too tired to run.
I can hear my baby callin'.
Too tired, too tired,
I'm tired.
Yes, I'm tired.
I'm tired,
I'm too tired for anything.
Take over Albert, I'm too tired for this!
I'm tired of prospherity.
I'm tired of luck.
I'm sittin' on a pin,
I'm too tired to get up.
I'm tired.
I declare I'm tired.
I'm too tired,
too tired for anything.
Oh, Albert I'm tired.
You better take over Albert.
I'm too tired baby.
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