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"She leaned down and kissed my cheek. I was scared but it felt sweet.
She asked me if I had a name,I told her I was glued up on some chick.
We sat and smoked against the wall,
Drank a beer, felt the chill of fall."
Sono passati due anni da quando pubblicai la recensione di 24 Hour Revenge Therapy ma ancora nessun'altro si è deciso a "riesumare" uno dei quattro disconi pubblicati dai Jawbreaker fra il 1990 e il 1995. Ognuno dei quattro dischi notevole per un motivo o per un altro, i Jawbreaker sono una delle band emocore che sono riuscite a mio avviso meglio a unire sonorità per l'appunto punk a tematiche visceralmente personali. Il cantante/chitarrista/scrittore di tutti i testi Blake Schwarzenbach riesce a smuovere nel profondo con i suoi testi di nera poesia metropolitana, spesso facendo i conti con la depressione che cita più volte nelle proprie canzoni. Fa sorridere come il batterista della band, Adam Pfahler, in una recente intervista dichiari che i Jawbreaker sono più seguiti e famosi ora che quando erano insieme; il culto di questa band è cresciuto con il tempo, ed è arrivato a toccare i timpani di gente che come me che all'epoca non era nemmeno nata.
Questo Bivouac è probabilmente l'album dai toni più cupi e duri della band, tenendo comunque conto che ognuna delle loro opere ha una catarsi sempre più viscerale con lo scorrere dei minuti: in ogni caso non si scappa davanti alla lacrimuccia e al riflettere su ciò che siamo.
Si passa da pezzi dall'incedere esasperato come "Shield your eyes", a momenti più soffusi come "Sleep" passando per la bellissima "Chesterfield King", una canzone/racconto d'amore narrata con grande originalità; scordatevi la solita dedica scontata all'amata ma preparatevi ad una e vera propria storia decisamente particolare. Il pezzo più ironico dell'album è senz'altro "Tour Song", canzone che parla dal punto di vista della band di un concerto dove tutto va storto, dalle corde della chitarra che si spezzano ogni due minuti al pubblico che non fa altro che gridare insulti senza nemmeno conoscere il nome del gruppo. L'album si conclude con la title-track "Bivouac", pezzone di dieci minuti, disperato, quasi cacafonico, un ultimo perfetto tassello per questo album che è un vero proprio viaggio oscuro nel mondo di questi tre giovani ragazzi americani. Sono profondamente indeciso fra le quattro o le cinque stelle ma calcolando che lo stesso anno facevano uscire il magnifico singolo "Kiss the bottle" me ne fotto e gli do un bel 5. Amen.
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01 Shield Your Eyes (03:12)
There was a sun once.
It lit the whole damn sky.
It kept everything alive.
And there was a man once.
He looked it straight in the eye.
He saw everything.
He went blind.
The truth burns bright.
There's too much there sometimes.
The sun it shows, the sun it blinds.
Best to keep your eyes.
Stare at the sidewalk lines.
Let lies lie don't let them shine.
The blind man staggers.
And he grabs at his eyes.
He can't do anything.
Everything is a lie.
Now he sits around.
And he stares at the walls.
He can't do anything at all.
The truth burns bright.
There's too much there sometimes.
The sun it shows, the sun it blinds.
Best to keep your eyes.
Stare at the sidewalk lines.
Let lies lie don't let them shine.
Shield your eyes from all this misery.
02 Big (05:08)
In this ocean I'm a bag of tea.
I make some clouds but they're minor league.
Hack at the base of the largest tree.
Only to find that it doesn't bleed.
This is big.
The laughing right stands before me naked, unashamed.
It's for your own good.
It's going to hurt us more than it hurts you.
Don't it make you feel small?
You and yours on us and ours.
You've got the guns and we've got the scars.
Turn the gun back on yourself.
I love it when you think big.
03 Chesterfield King (03:57)
We stood in your room and laughed out loud.
Suddenly the laughter died
and we were caught in an eye to eye.
We sat on the floor and did we sit close.
I could smell your thoughts and thought.
Do you want to touch a lot like me?
Too scared to say a thing.
I left your house and kicked myself.
I put those feelings on a shelf to die.
I guess I'm not a gambling type
but think of what the two of us had lost.
I needed some time to think it out.
7-Eleven parking lot.
A toothless woman turned and stopped.
I gave her a dime and a Chesterfield.
She leaned down and kissed my cheek.
I was scared but it felt sweet.
Felt so sweet.
She asked me if I had a name.
I told her I was glued up on some chick.
We sat and smoked against the wall.
Drank a beer, felt the chill of fall.
I took my car and drove it down the hill by your house.
I drove so fast.
The wind it couldn't cool me down,
so I turned it around and came back up.
You were waiting on your step,
steam showing off your breath and
water in your eyes.
We pulled each other into one,
parkas clinging on the lawn and kissed right there.
Said all my chicks they smoke these things and handed you a
Chesterfield King.
Held your hand and watched TV
and traced the little lines along your palm.
05 Donatello (03:05)
Donatello
When I come to life I'll suck the air so deep.
That will be my first breath.
I'm gonna cut my strings and kill the puppeteer.
Then I'll walk on out of here.
I'll make sure nothing happens here.
Follow all those fingers pulling me.
I've felt your hands shaping me all wrong ways.
Stone it warms to flesh now.
They'll come from far and wide to see an empty pedestal.
I'm long gone.
When it all comes down, I can show you something you will not believe.
When it all comes down, we're gonna see a real masterpiece.
With an artist's eye and a killer's touch.
Takes a life to make one.
You had to get a grip, but I was caught inside of it.
Sure you made an impression.
Depression.
07 p.s. New York Is Burning (05:10)
I leave it burning and count the dead.
A jilted lover, a one time friend.
It reeks of incest.
It reeks of pain.
Erase my anguish.
Forget your name.
Can't see the future.
I just break free and run.
And knowing nothing I know that it's just begun.
This day feels different.
Feels like shedding skin.
My mind is clearer now I know what state I'm in.
And from a distance it seems so unreal.
Nothing left.
Nothing to feel.
And if it hurt you, it hurt me too.
I had to kill it to heal the wound.
08 Like a Secret (04:13)
Did you ever wish you could be king?
Holding heaven in your hands
and hoping it will all come true.
Turn the world on its ear make it ring.
Rub sticks in dirt and dust
and let the bright come burning through.
Don't talk me down from here.
Let me fly this kite without a string.
Goes much higher than these buildings.
It is faster than your tv.
Larger than your life, like silver.
Talk lines unbroken by old fears.
Necklaces of perfect words to hang around your perfect neck.
Turn a diamond to a lump of coal.
Making fires amd melting ice.
Locomotion frees the soul.
Don't talk me down from here.
Let me fly this kite without a string.
Goes much higher than these buildings.
It is faster than your tv.
Larger than your life, like silver.
Colder than deep water.
It is better than a switchblade.
Hides mountains in its shadow like a secret.
I make my bed alone.
See the would-be king on a would-be throne.
I'm all I know now.
Better get started.
It's a long walk home.
11 Pack It Up (02:53)
(You guys are the pits of the world)
And I'm asking what is left to do?
And I'm feeling it's been done before.
Referential, hey that's the guy from all those movies.
Referential, hey that's the riff from that old song.
Don't play Busy, Imaginary, Incomplete and Seethruskin, Drone and Gutless,
Wound and Mean Guy.
Equalized is overrated.
Sorry.
(Overrated. I think so. But then again...Who does? Bye.)
12 Parabola (03:08)
I caught my eye in a swinging door.
I'd never seen that man before.
I saw myself in someone else and hated them ever since.
Some broken glass and a bleeding hand.
The mirror's down but I'm still standing.
Stand.
I know who I am.
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