Sex, Drugs & Rock 'n' Roll! In Finlandia???
Ebbene sì gente, la morte del punk inglese ha prodotto i suoi becchini più glam proprio sulle coste finlandesi (dove parlano svedese però).
Correva l'anno 1981, io nascevo e dalla parte opposta dell'Europa 5 tipacci con nomi da divi (Michael Monroe, Andy McCoy, Nasty Suicide, Sam Yaffa e Gyp Casino!!!) registravano questo concentrato di irriverenza schitarrante; poi si truccavano, cotonavano e inguainavano nello spandex per dar vita al circo del street-glam-sexy-rock (avrei potuto aggiungere altri aggettivi ma fateveli bastare).
Si parte con Tragedy, una sorta di bandiera del sound della band... c'è tutto: la batteria incalzante, i mini assoli, gli urletti di Monroe e quello strano mood che ti fa venir voglia di saltellare, ubriacarti e rimorchiare una bamboletta da film ammericano.
Tutti i pezzi scorrono via in questa atmosfera crazy&glam (da ascoltare bene i testi: divertenti e malati nel contempo), pezzi come Don't Never Leave Me e Cheyenne vi resteranno in testa per giorni (unica noticina stonata Walkin' With My Angel, cover di non-so-chi, skippatela pure).
E adesso sapete cosa mettere alla prossima festa, fatevi prestare rossetto e eyeliner dalla fidanzata, passatevi il whisky e... let's play Hanoi Rocks!
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Tragedy (04:07)
Well the music's slowly dying and I'm jumping outta my jeans
I jump into the bed, you're there already waiting for me
Ain't this a perfect way to spend the night
There ain't no better way of killing time than loving you
Be sure of that I do
It's reached top speed and I'm getting inside of you
Well this is hot stuff mama, taste it, it sure tastes good, oh yes it does
It's may be cold outside but in you the fire is burning
And when you bite me babe love is hurting
Tragedy, life reminds me 'bout a symphony on the radio
First a little bit too fast and then a little bit much too slow
Tragedy, life reminds me 'bout a symphony I heard today
First a little bit too fast and then a little bit much too slow for me
I wake up in the morning and I feel the pain in my head
If it's the rest I need I'd rather be dead
No destinations in this life I live
No expectations, I just drift and drift and drift
Life is like
Tragedy, reminds me 'bout a symphony on the radio
First a little bit too fast and then a little bit much too slow
Tragedy, life reminds me 'bout a symphony I heard today
First a little bit too fast and then a little bit much too slow for me
02 Village Girl (03:07)
You look like a village girl to me
But you stepped into my life from a magazine
You were like a village girl to me
But you walked into my life off the record machine
Oh village girl, village girl
Yes, you sure make me hot
You can't imagine all the things I'd do
If I'd only get a night to share with you
If I call you, tell me would you come, Baby
Would you try me and check out
How good, how good I really am
You became a legend in my life
When I saw you in a picture topless, you were topless, Mama
Oh yes, your music means a lot to me
But your face and your body, they drive me crazy
The only love that exists to me is sex
And thats what i'd like to share with you
My imagination always runs away with you
When i'm with any of my girlfriends i imagine i'm with you
And the morning after when I had left yeah
The only thing between us two would be the memory
Just one time, oh check how good, how good i really am
03 Stop Cryin' (03:55)
Sweet Seventeen, Your face is from a beauty magazine, yeah , Yes it is Sweet Seventeen, Your body's an oasis for sex dreams, yeah It's sometimes hard to understand what you mean That's when you think nothing matters to me but I'm tryin' so hard to understand, It's not that easy being your man You know that I know you'll leave me soon And I know that you know I been thinkin' of it, too Sweet Seventeen , It hurts me whenever you are gone Sweet Seventeen, You really know how to turn me on, turn me on, girl Alright, Please stop cryin' , 'Cause the whole worlds cryin' with you Please stop cryin', 'Cause the whole worlds cryin' with you Oh yes, the whole worlds cryin' with you I don't wanna lose you, and I hope I never will I don't ever wanna lose you after all these years It took a long time to find out who you are, It took even longer to get this far 'Cause there's been bad times, too, Aside of the laughter, yeah But I hope and think we make it somehow We're gonna make it, make it if we really try Make it if we really try, oh, Blow your horn Mike My dreams so
05 Lost in the City (03:49)
Take me down to the way back home
I lost all my money now I'm all alone
City boys stole my car
City girls stole my heart
Now won't you take me down to the way back home
I lost all my money now I'm all alone
City boys stole my car
City girls stole my heart
Stole my heart, yeah
Well I been in trouble since I don't know when
Never got no money to pay my rent
The city life hits hard on me
But I gotta keep on tryin�
Gotta keep on lying to myself
One day I will make it
And I'll become a wealthy man
I'll make as much money as I can
And I try so hard,
Try try try so hard
Try so hard, yeah
Take me down to the way back home
I lost all my money now I'm all alone
City boys stole my car
City girls stole my heart
Now won't you take me down to the way back home
I lost all my money now I'm all alone
City girls stole my car
City boys stole my heart
Yeah yeah yeah
It's cold and it's rainin�
I'm not happy at all
As much as I can do what I want
Yeah
Alone in the night
I lie back, I'm feelin� like a wretch
I know I'll survive here
Somebody, somebody, somebody,
Somebody, somebody, somebody
I'm really gonna make it get high
Take me down to the way back home
I lost all my money now I'm all alone
City boys stole my car
City girls stole my heart
Take me down to the way back home
I lost all my money now I'm all alone
City boys stole my car
City girls stole my heart
Stole my heart, yeah
07 Cheyenne (04:00)
Part I
I don't wanna hurt you, I don't wanna see you cry, I don't wanna hurt you once more
I don't wanna leave now, I don't want no sight for sore eyes
Gone sore of all the tears that we cryed
Part II
Hey, come here with the guitar! Okay?
Recall the times we met - so wild and free
We had our ups and we had our downs
But the sweet sweet rock'n'roll always played on the radio
We grew up and we learned the rules
You gotta fight to win otherwise you'll lose
Oh Cheyenne, you imprisoned me in liberty
Never ever showed me no sympathy
Remember that nite, how you made me cry,
I almost lost my mind
When it appeared that the winner was you and the loser was me
That nite, that endless lonely nite...
I just can't think of you, with another man
Oh Cheyenne, you must understand
So stay right where you are, I'll pick you up anyway, any day around I'll be with you
So you don't have to worry, you don't have to worry, Baby, don't you worry no more
You told me that I'm to sensitive but I didn't ask for sympathy,
All I wanted was to love you softly
With the sweet, sweet rock'n'roll played on the radio
I tried hard to fight my feelings down
I tried to hide 'em inside, tried to push your love away
But you must have seen the fire burn in my eyes - and it's still burning!
It's hard to believe we lived it through, I can't believe we can't relive it
But if you see me walking down the street
Just raise you window to the sweet sweet sound of rock'n'roll
Sweet, Sweet sound of rock'n'roll
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Di nikko89
Questi sono gli Hanoi Rocks prendere o lasciare suonano per vivere, Sopravvivere e hanno nella soddisfazione del piacere personale il loro unico scopo di vita.
Ascoltiamo la musica e basta, cazzo!
