Ho sempre avuto paura dello scorrere del tempo, ogni volta che sento di aver fatto un passo avanti il mondo è girato attorno a me e mi ha fatto fallire. Sento le nocche fredde e lo spirito che vaporizza nella glacialità del mio cuore, mi fossilizzo in costruzioni famigliari e nella casualità delle circostanze senza pensarci troppo. Sento il bisogno di esplodere e capire se i miei son davvero momenti importanti, persone importanti, anni importanti.
Cammino assorto nella realtà scorgendo solo il vuoto, i miei occhi vogliono essere nutriti di assenza, la mia bocca è pigra di sazietà e la mia adolescenza è solo un cumulo di macerie nella periferia della mia mente. Rinuncio a glissarmi in un guscio spesso e fibroso e provo a tornare nelle mia membra sanguinanti, penso ai momenti di solitudine più belli della mia esistenza:
TI RICORDI?
Tutto rimembro, soprattutto delle persone speciali; non mi scordo.
Penso ai miei 28 anni e penso che sia necessario omaggiare un'opera che compie 30 anni. Cifra piena e fondamentale per tante animelle sporche che navigano nell'etere più o meno profondo. Domani i 30 anni si sporcheranno di disparità e gli anniversari devono, nonostante tutto, rimanere candidamente pieni come uno zero.
Ho le casse della macchina ormai sfondate e giuro su Dio che amo questo sfregolante fruscio ipnotico e mal voluto, tanto nostalgico quanto caloroso. La birra quasi congelata e la luna quasi piena, imperfezioni che ormai non contano più nulla, bevo e osservo. Provo ad immaginarmi in un altro posto e in un altro tempo, con l'alcool gelido in gola e lo stomaco acido, tento di sputare più lontano possibile il disagio esistenziale, ma la bile cresce e cerco solo un modo semplice per riprendere in mano il volante e fuggire lontano.
Ho abbandonato amici che non mi avrebbero aiutato ma solo annegato, mi sento come in trincea sul Cansiglio arroccato sotto delle frasche e con dei sibili roventi sopra la testa. Sono caduto in questo vortice e cerco solo un appiglio per emergere, per resuscitare, per non affondare. Come diapositive si palesano visioni nella mia mente e mi uccidono ogni volta, una gomma invisibile tenta di eliminarle, erbe sensibili cercano di sotterrarle.
Così se ne va, così se ne va, così se ne va, così se ne va, così se ne va, così se ne va, così se ne va, così se ne va, così se ne va, così se ne andrà senza aver più alcun senso, pronunciarlo diventerà una novità invece che una necessità, annunciarlo diventerà una realtà invece che un sogno, invece che un incubo, invece che la mia attuale condizione.
E dunque arrivo al momento di scrivere, una recensione? Un pensiero? Un racconto? Parlo della vita, della mia, di quelle vostre e di quelle di tutti. Parole familiari, situazioni che possiamo aver vissuto tutti più o meno similarmente, ma in tutti questi momenti c'erano Mould, Hart e Norton, angeli veri, esseri androgeni seppur di estrema virile mascolinità, incanalatori di frustrazioni.
Io ricorderò per sempre, e mai dimenticherò.
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01 These Important Years (03:51)
Well, you get up every morning
And you see it's still the same
All the floors and all the walls
And all the rest remains
Nothing changes fast enough
The hurry-worry days
It makes you want to give it up
And drift into a haze
Revelations seem to be another way
To make the days go fast anyways
We're all exchanging pleasantries
No matter how we feel
And no one knows the difference
'Cause it all seems so unreal
You'd better grab ahold of something
Simple, but it's true
If you don't stop to smell the roses now
They might end up on you
Expectations only mean you really think you know
What's coming next, and you don't
Yearbooks with their autographs
From friends you might have had
These are your important years
You'd better make them last
Falling in and out of love just like...
These are your important years, your life
Once you've seen the light, you suddenly
Realize it might end up all right
It might end up all right now
Yearbooks with their autographs
From friends you might have had
These are your important years
You'd better make them last
Falling in and out of love just like...
These are your important years, your life
02 Charity, Chastity, Prudence, and Hope (03:15)
She gave her little child a name
A ward of welfare she became
And then one day she met a man
Digging through the trash for cans
Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope
It was his aluminum
That attracted her to him
And quite a day there did unfold
Turning garbage into gold
Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope
She took that money in a trunk
And bought a bunch of worthless junk
And now they're back where they began
Digging through the trash for cans
Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope
03 Standing in the Rain (03:48)
Looking outside my window
And all I see is grey
I'm watching the clouds roll by every day
And we make a reservation
You say you'll be on time
I say, "I might be a little late"
Well, I pull it together and brush my teeth
And comb my hair
I stop to think and I can see you there
I think of the times you've waited
Just for me to care
I care about you
Checking the clock inside
The room we call our own
I see that I'm late, I should be going
Hop on a local transit
Spending all my change
And I can still hear the telephone
I wanna go back, but I'm halfway to
The place where we will meet
And I'm half dead on my feet
And once I get there, I see
Everything's the same
Here comes the rain
You left me standing
I should have guessed that you'd stand me up
Why did I even go, now
And I guess it goes to show
The snow may well thaw out
But it goes right down the train
You left me
You left me
You left me
You left me
You left me standing in the rain
04 Back From Somewhere (02:19)
Now, you look like you just got back from somewhere
Somewhere, yeah, you know that it's true
Together we went nearly to nowhere
Nowhere really worth going to
Standing at the City Center
In the middle of the winter
I was waiting for you
And you were due
When I got back, you said you were leaving
Leaving, you said right away
And coming back for the sake of retrieving
Things you'd forgotten on that day
Still now my eyes are burning
With the sight of your returning
Everywhere I look, I'm finding you
I remember you
Familiar places that we turned into gardens
Somewhere, yeah, you know that it's true
I'm begging you now a thousand pardons
For all of the wastelands we've been through
I remember asking whether
Or where we could be together
You smiled at me, and you said "Soon"
05 Ice Cold Ice (04:23)
Barren lands and barren minds
In another place and time
I feel I've never known myself
Frozen in the sand again
See the blank expressions waiting for progression
They're standing still in place and time
And no one's moving, they're only
Standing still in ice cold ice cold ice
All machines and all are one
Catching up on what's been done
Stealing glimpses from the past
These impressions always last
Never penetrating, always contemplating
We sit and count the blessings but we're blessed by icons
No one else could
Trust in ice cold ice cold ice
We'll stay together till the end
Thinking you might be a friend
We sit and pray together that they might change the weather
My love for you will never die
If I sound distant, that's because
You shouldn't see me crying ice cold ice
06 You're a Soldier (03:04)
Running around like an insane maniac
Anywhere that you please
Taking advantage of anyone handy
To satisfy your disease
You're a soldier
Going off on a big adventure
You never want it to end
Saving up a million stories
To tell to all your friends
You're a soldier
Knocking over everything that's standing in your way
Can you tell me just how many did you kill today
You're a soldier
Patrolling the world with your little boy face
And a grown up gun that shoots
You got a fresh scrubbed teenage outlook on terror
And a khaki attitude
You're a soldier
Knocking over everything that's standing in your way
Can you tell me just how many did you kill today
You're a soldier
07 Could You Be the One? (02:35)
Could you be the one they talk about?
Hiding inside, behind another door?
Is it only happiness you want?
Does wanting a feeling matter any more?
It doesn't mean that much to me
Sometimes I don't mean that much to you
And I don't even know what I'm hiding for
And I don't even know what I'm crying for
Don't even know what I'm hiding for
Could you be the one they talk about?
Life is a game that only you can make
Maybe I'm about to throw it out
I've given it all, that's all that I can take
It doesn't mean that much to me
Sometimes I don't mean that much to you
And I don't even know what I'm hiding for
Could you be the one
Could you be the one
Could you be the one that's hanging all around
And I don't even know what I'm crying for
Don't even know what I'm hiding for
Don't even know what I'm hiding for
Don't even know what I'm crying for
Don't even know, could you be the only
Broken hearted one
Could you be the one
Could you be the one
Could you be the one that's hanging all around
And I don't even know what I'm hiding for
Don't even know what I'm hiding for
Could you be the one
Could you be the one
Could you be the one that's hanging all around...
08 Too Much Spice (02:56)
You never used to care for fancy new obsessions
You never used to have a reason to be bored
Now you indulge yourself with new ways of possession
Now you indulge yourself and your feelings are ignored
And you're coloring your life with too much spice
There was a time, there was a place, there was a reason
There was a situation comfortable for you
You've tasted everything in this here bag of season
But now you're bored and you've run out of things to do
And you're coloring your life with too much spice
You don't see anything, your eyes are so revealing
They're sharply focused on looking for a thrill
You've turned so numb, you never notice any feeling
Your thoughts are dead and you've still got some time to kill
And you're coloring your life with too much spice
10 Visionary (02:33)
Panhandle, pedal faster
Playing card, listen, master
Pointed gun, aim to please
No one talking, no one sees
Take a stand and collect
Images and imageless
Think in rhymes every time
Someone was a friend of mine
Visionary, in a cage, Londonderry
Visionary, foggiest notion, visionary
Visionary
Strip away the silver and the gold
Torn up stories in your cage
Never time to be a sage
So sublime
Growing old before your time
Visionary, in a cage, Londonderry
Visionary, foggiest notion, visionary
Visionary
Strip away the silver and the gold
11 She Floated Away (03:39)
With her grandmother's face and her father's brown eyes
Her own force of will to her mother's surprise
A whole look about her that says that she may
She lifted her arms and she floated away
She floated away, she floated away
She lifted her arms and she floated away
She don't give a damn what the other girls say
She lifted her arms and she floated away
"Let me talk to you Mother," she tried to confess
"Go ahead, honey, and wear the white dress
Don't let traditions go stand in your way"
She lifted her arms and she floated away
She floated away, she floated away
She lifted her arms and she floated away
She don't give a damn what the other girls say
She lifted her arms and she floated away
Well, a man has two reasons for things that he does
The first one is pride and the second one is love
All understandings must come by this way
She lifted her arms and she floated away
She floated away, she floated away
She lifted her arms and she floated away
She don't give a damn what the other girls say
She lifted her arms and she floated away
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Di jeremy
Warehouse: Songs and Stories è un album di eccezionale caratura che ti rapisce sin dal primo brano.
Pietra angolare per quello che sarà l'emocore.
Di Socrates
Il suono "chitarrabassobatteria" dei nostri ha pochi eguali in quanto a potenza e pienezza.
Da questa materia incandescente, raffreddata in modo sapiente, i nostri creano delle songs memorabili.
