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Descrivere cosa rappresenta per me Zen Arcade è impossibile, anche se indubbiamente è di me che parla.
Di come certe volte, quando avevo qualche anno di meno e avrei sorriso a quelle che oggi chiamo "certezze", mi sono lasciato sopraffare dalla paura di fallire, di non combaciare perfettamente con l'idea che ho di me stesso, di tradire le aspettative. Di come, certe volte, ho avuto voglia di scappare e non voltarmi mai indietro.
Paura, delusione, bugie su bugie, tentare di trattenere le lacrime anche se le ragioni per piangere le avevo, questo è Zen Arcade.
Zen Arcade è innovativo non solo per l'hardcore statunitense, ma per il punk tutto.
È un concept album impensabile e coraggioso per l'epoca: a grandi linee narra la catarsi di un ragazzino che scappa di casa per cercare se stesso.
Le canzoni sono di una potenza inarrivabile, è hardcore ma è anche psichedelia come pop, gli Huskers hanno saputo far confluire i disaccordi interni alla band in un flusso di coscienza straziante e spiazzante, composto da pezzi a pianoforte, avvolgenti scalate strumentali, falsetti accattivanti e urla da mattatoio.
Non è certamente un disco semplice, forse perché è un doppio, forse per il concept soggiacente, forse perché è qualcosa di mai sentito tutt'ora. È un disco di ricerca, tutte le risposte sono dentro ad ognuno di noi, perché sono sensazioni che abbiamo vissuto sulla nostra pelle.
Non ho mai posseduto un disco simile, perché questo disco sono io.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 Something I Learned Today (01:58)
Something I learned today
Black and white is always grey
Looking through the window pane
I'm not inside your brain
Something I learned today
Yield to the right-of-way
Stopping at a four-way sign
Someone else's rules, not mine
Something I learned today
Never look straight in the sun's rays
Letting all the sunshine in
Can't remember where I've been
03 Never Talking to You Again (01:39)
There are things that I'd like to say
But I'm never talking to you again
There's things that I'd like to phrase some way
But I'm never talking to you again
I'm never talking to you again
I'm never talking to you
I'm tired of wasting all my time
Trying to talk to you
I'd put you down where you belong
But I'm never talking to you again
I'd show you everywhere you're wrong
But I'm never talking to you again
04 Chartered Trips (03:33)
I picked up my belongings
In a nylon carry-all
I hear the porter call
He said, "The sky's the limit
On this chartered trip away,"
Guess I'd better stay
Out there on the desert
I see trees on every wall
Nothing's ever solved
He said, "The sky's the limit
On this chartered trip away,"
Guess I'd better stay away
I thought I owed myself a trip away
I wanted to go to places
I have never been away
I looked at the pictures
Imagine where they lay away
On a beach, by the sea
Where their clothes all lay away
I picked up my belongings
In a nylon carry-all
I hear the porter call
Horizon is oblivious, chartered trip away
Guess I'd better stay
Out there on the desert
I see trees on every wall
Nothing's ever solved
Horizon is oblivious, chartered trip away
Guess I'd better stay away
I thought I owed myself a trip away
I wanted to go to places
I have never been away
I looked at the pictures
Imagine where they lay away
On a beach, by the sea
Where their clothes all lay away
I picked up my belongings
In a nylon carry-all
I hear the porter call
He said, "There's no returning
From this chartered trip away,"...
06 Indecision Time (02:07)
Questions like a candle that's burning at both ends
Never find an answer that fits in your plans
Back and forth between the good and the bad it's indecision time
You're so natural, you're so free
So don't decide what's best for me
Nothing in your life is ever going on course
You wonder if living could be much worse
Go to the left, go to the right
Your mind is going to keep you up all night
You twist in your sleep, grabbing the sheets, sweating to death
Sucking on pollution like a rattle in your mouth
You're a big fucking kid, you don't know what you're about
Tell me about your fellow man
You wipe their shit all over your hands
07 Hare Krsna (03:33)
Krsna walking down the street
Touching me with lotus feet
Going to talk to the Radharani
Going to ask her for her $
Hare Krsna
Hare Krsna
Krsna Krsna
Hare Hare
Hare Rama
Hare Rama
Rama Rama
Hare Hare
09 Pride (01:45)
Why did you back me into a corner?
I didn't mean it, it was just an act
My friend's outside, can't he come in?
And everybody else
Stupid pride
Selfish pride
Stupid pride
Why does everybody have to be like that?
"Out", just an act
His parents love him
They send him money
But he won't come back
No reaction, no response
Forget him, just forget him
10 I'll Never Forget You (02:06)
Told you everything I knew about me
Didn't listen to a word I say
Spill my guts, you just threw them away
Never cared about me
Only wanted to be your friend
Now I know that it's gotta end
Never cared a thing about me
And now, I will, I will
I will never forget you
I will never forgive you
11 The Biggest Lie (01:58)
You think you've made it to the top
Because people know your name
It's still the same
Your daydreams aren't forever
Better get your shit together for a new game
Back to your day job
Back to your girlfriend
Back to your hometown
The biggest lie
Passing harsher judgment
But you brought it on yourself by being you
Your trade your respect for no success
You tried to be a hero
But you end up nothing
13 Masochism World (02:43)
Can you feel it, feel it, feel it
In your soul
Can you tell me
Tell me if it's hot or cold
Can you tell me what it is
Does it hurt you when I do this
Stop it, stop it, stop it
You're pulling too hard
Stop it
You're going too far
I love it, I hate it, I love it
I hate it too
I love it
So how about you?
Can you tell me 'cause I don't know
Why don't you tell me why it is so
Confusing!
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Altre recensioni
Di Mario
Questo disco credo sia il lascito più splendente e più compiuto dell’era punk.
Reocurring Dreams disegna i contorni dell’angoscia, e lo fa per 14 minuti di vertigine psichedelica, una muraglia emo-core a tema centrale ben definito.
Di /stricnina/
Non era soltanto musica, era vita. Non era solo uno stile. Era proprio l’essenza del nostro respiro.
Spesso, il fruscio di un giradischi la dice tutta senza aiuto di niente e nessuno, se non del nostro cuore.
Di GenitalGrinder
"Uno dei dieci comandamenti di tutto il Rock" (cit. Lewis Tollani)
Ad Maiora.
