Oh-oh-oh eccomi alla mia very first recensione (e già questo non è un buon inizio, ma non odiatemi...).
Leggo la recensione su non mi ricordo più quale rivista e ne rimango colpita, in realtà io non mi fido mai delle recensioni: sempre debordanti in quanto a paragoni, in questo caso si parla di Franz Ferdinand e Blur... mah. Il giorno dopo m'imbatto casualmente in un negozio di cd stranamente ben fornito (dalle mie parti è straordinariamente raro) e trovo questo cd, per motivi altrettanto straordinari trovo nelle mie tasche i soldi necessari e dato che non sono mai stata una formica decido di fare quest'investimento (15 euro... è davvero il caso di dirlo).
Ok... la grafica è carina, in pratica si tratta della una scatola di un gioco da tavolo ma devo ancora capirla meglio. Il primo ascolto me lo concedo la sera stessa... alle 4 del mattino in condizioni non molto lucide... il cd fa schifo.

Il giorno dopo, tornata in me lo ascolto di nuovo e sebbene smorzata dai vari nanananaa l'impressione persiste perché ultimamente sono abituata a musica un po' più "sporca": gli eroi degli ultimi mesi sono Libertines, Mando Diao, 22-20's tanto per metterne lì qualcuno... ma non persisto e finalmente comprendo la perla che ho di fronte.
Ma andiamo con ordine: in generale, è vero si tratta di Franz Ferdinand+Blur ma la prima traccia ("Everyday I Love You Less And Less") è decisamente molto Futureheads, davvero.
Il meglio arriva con "I Predict A Riot" DAVVERO MOLTO BELLA e già penso ad eleggere i Kaiser Chiefs eroi della giornata, quei lalalalala mi hanno ormai conquistata (d'altronde è normale per una Blur-amante cedere così facilmente ad un lalalalala). Si prosegue alla grande ("Na Na Na Na Naa"). "Born To Be A Dancer" è la II canzone meravigliosa dell'album ("do you know what i am thinking i lay back and think of England do you know the real answer I WAS BORN TO BE A DANCER"). "Saturday Night" è una canzone in pieno stile Blur... già ma quali Blur? Io penso soprattutto a quelli di Parklife, è quasi una Bank Holiday in versione estesa. Ed è così che si arriva a "Time Honoured Tradition" e "that is the end of that" o quasi perchè c'è ancora "Caroline, Yes", non tra le migliori dell'album secondo me.

In conclusione: buon album, forse non molto vario (dopo parecchi ascolti è ancora difficile per me distinguere i brani) ma per questo più completo ed organico (AHHHH non posso credere d'aver davvero usato questa parola per definire un album!), e poi molto coinvolgente. Certamente da evitare se siete tra quelli che odiano i lalalalala.

Elenco tracce testi e video

01   Everyday I Love You Less and Less (03:37)

Everyday I love you less and less
It's good to see that you’ve become obsessed
I got to get this message to the press
That everyday I love you less and less

And everyday I love you less and less
I’ve got to get this feeling off my chest
The doctor says all I need is some rest
Since everyday I love you less and less

Unless, unless
I know, I feel it in my bones,
I’m sick, I’m tired
Of staying in control
Oh yes, I feel, a rat upon the wheel
I got to know what's not and what is real

Oh yes, I’m stressed
I’m sorry I digress
Impressed, you dressed to S.O.S.

Oooooh and my parents love me
Oooooh and my girlfriend loves me
Oooooh

Everyday I love you less and less
I can't believe onceyou and me did sex
It makes me sick to think of you undressed
Since everyday I love you less and less

And everyday I love you less and less
You’re turning into something I detest
And everybody says that you're a mess
Since everyday I love you less and less

Unless unless
I know, I feel it in my bones,
I’m sick I’m tired
Of staying in control
Oh yes, I feel, a rat upon the wheel
I got to know what's not and what is real

Oh yes, I’m stressed
I’m sorry I digress
Impressed, you dressed to S.O.S.

Oooooh and my parents love me
Oooooh and my girlfriend loves me
Oooooh they keep photos of me
Oooooh that's enough love for me
Oooooh

Oooooh and my parents love me
Oooooh and my girlfriend loves me
Oooooh they keep photos of me
Oooooh that's enough love for me
Oooooh

02   I Predict a Riot (03:53)

Watching the people get lairy
Is not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible either
A friend of a friend he got beaten
He looked the wrong way at a policeman
Would never have happened to Smeaton
And old Leodiensian
La-ah-ah, la la lalala la
Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la

I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot

I tried to get in my taxi
A man in a tracksuit attacked me
He said that he saw it before me
Wants to get things a bit gory
Girls run around with no clothes on
To borrow a pound for a condom
If it wasn't for chip fat, well they'd be frozen
They're not very sensible

La-ah-ah, la la lalala la
Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la

I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot

And if there's anybody left in here
That doesn't want to be out there

Watching the people get lairy
Is not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible

La-ah-ah, la la lalala la
Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la

I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot

And if there's anybody left in here
That doesn't want to be out there

I predict a riot, I predict a riot
I predict a riot, I predict a riot

03   Modern Way (04:03)

I know cause I've seen it
It was grey and I want it
There's no point in sitting
Going crazy on my own

Do you know what
I was put here in the world for
Could you tell me
In three words or more?

It's the only way of getting out of here
It's the only way of getting out of here

Take a lesson
From the ones who have been there
My brain is not damaged
But in need of some repair

Hold on to the basics
But we can't change all our tactics
There's no point sitting
Going crazy on your own

It's the only way of getting out of here
It's the only way of getting out of here

This is the modern way
Faking it everyday
Taking it as we come
We're not the only ones
Is that what we used to say
This is the modern way?

I know where I'm going
And that we are ever knowing
I will stop at nothing
Just to get what I want

It's the only way of getting out of here
It's the only way of getting out of here

This is the modern way
Faking it everyday
Taking it as we come
We're not the only ones
Is that what we used to say
This is the modern way?

This is the modern way
Faking it everyday
Taking them as we come
We're not the only ones
Is that what we used to say
This is the modern way?

04   Na Na Na Na Naa (03:01)

Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa

It does not move me it does not get me going at all

Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa

It does not shift me it's not the kind of thing that I like

Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa

It does not move me it's not the kind of thing that I like

Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa

She does not listen she's too wrapped up with all of her things

Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa

This does not get to me 'cos she's not the kind of girl that I like

Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa

She does not move me she's not the kind of girl that I like

Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa

It does not move me it's not the kind of thing that I like

Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa

It does not move me (it does not move me) it does not get me going at all

Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa

It does not shift me (it does not shift me) it's not the kind of thing that I like

Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa

It does not move me it's not the kind of thing that I like

Na Na Na Na Naa
Na Na Na Na Naa

05   You Can Have It All (04:35)

06   Oh My God (03:35)

Time on your side that will never end
The most beautiful thing you can ever spend
But you work in a shirt with your nametag on it
Drifting apart like a plate tectonic
It don't matter to me
Cause all I wanted to be
Is a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar

Too much time spent dragging the past up
I didn't see you not looking when I messed up
Settling down in your early twenties
Sucked more blood than a backstreet dentist

It don't matter to me
Cause all I wanted to be
Is a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar

Oh my god, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

Great rulers look for greater glory
The only thing growing is our history
Knock me down I'll get right back up again
It comes back stronger than a powered up Pac-Man

It don't matter to me
Cause all I wanted to be
Was a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar

Oh my god, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

Oh my god, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home

07   Born to Be a Dancer (03:30)

You and me were made (it's impossible to say)
To be together always
Then you moved away to the capital of England
I hoped you'd stay there

Once you ask me what I'm thinking
I lay back and think of England
Do you know my real answer
I was born to be a dancer

I came down at your (on the national express)
Request to touch your breasts and
There I found that you, you were hanging with a crowd
A load of cheats and liars

Do you know what I've been thinking
I lay back and think of England
Do you know my real answer
I was born to be a dancer

Once you ask me what I'm thinking
I lay back and think of England
Do you know my real answer
I was born to be a dancer

Do you know what I've been thinking
I lay back and think of England
Do you know my real answer
I was born to be a dancer

08   Saturday Night (03:27)

Suddenly there's a knock at your head
Don't let them in because they're trying to take your TV set
Happiness is the ball in your hand
You've got to try and throw this party just as far as you can

Creosote is pouring out of my brain
I swear I heard the floorboards, they were creaking your name
Get a room, get ahead, get a hat
We're going to hell anyway, let's travel first class

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Watching the boys on their motorbikes
I wanna be like those guys
I wanna wear my clothes tight
With Matching jackets and a fistful of notes
New sneakers and a fresh pack of smokes

Pneumothorax is a word that is long
They're just trying to put some punk back into punctured lung
Panic over, party off, party on
Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Over your heads like a satellite
I wanna see what they see
I wanna love you like crazy
Cause camera are pointing right at your face
Can see into your room from outer space

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
It's not the size of the man in the fight
I wanna know what that does
I wanna show what matters
Cause it's the size of the fight in the man
That makes the difference and decides who is champ

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Cause you and me are we're on the edge of the knife

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
I asked your mother and she said it's alright
We're getting married when we're thirty
I wanna do it on your birthday
Cause I don't wanna waste a moment with you
I just wanna live the whole night through

Cut through the city on a Saturday night
Cause you and me we're on the edge of the knife

09   What Did I Ever Give You? (04:09)

Head down, keep your head down
Keep your rent down over time
Hold tight, to your red stripe
Why do we fight every time?
I wish that you could see me in the day
I hope that you'll remember me that way

Nightclub, marlboro light stub
stuck to my gum all the time

I treat you
like you're see-through
I don't mean to
everytime

I wish that you could see me in the day
I hope that you'll remember me that way

What did I ever give you
When you wanted me to
All I gave you was pain
And a look of distain
What did I ever give you
When you wanted me to
All I gave you was grief
Are you sick to your teeth?

Disgraced
back to my place
I'm a complete waste
of your time

I'm asleep
before the first sheep
Until the last bleep
of all time

I wish that you could see me in the day
I hope that you'll remember me that way

What did I ever give you
When you wanted me to
All I gave you was pain
And a look of distain
What did I ever give you
When you wanted me to
All I gave you was grief
Are you sick to your teeth

What did I ever give you
When you wanted me to
All I gave you was pain
And a look of distain
What did I ever give you
When you wanted me to
All I gave you was grief
Are you sick to your teeth

What did I ever give you
When you wanted me to
All i gave you was grief
And a look of distain
What did i ever give you
When you wanted me to
All i gave you was grief
Are you sick to your teeth
What did i ever give you..

10   Time Honoured Tradition (02:45)

Well it's time honoured tradition
To get enough nutrition
Stay alive until you die
And that is the end of you
And I pity the fools
Who don't recognize the rules
We cannot cheat the reapers reap
And that is the end of that
That is the end of that
That is the end of that
That is the end of that

Ho ho ho ho...

Well it's not an old wives tale
Too much red meat and ale
Will make you pay get five a day
Or that is the end of you

And it's a common misconception
But true without exception
These nights of booze catch up with you's
And that is an actual fact
That is the end of that
That is the end of that
That is the end of that

Ho ho ho ho...
La lalala...
(instrumental)
Ho ho ho ho...
La lalala...

It's time honoured tradition
To get enough nutrition
Stay alive until you die
And that is the end of you

And I pity the fools
Who don't recognize the rules
We cannot cheat the reapers reap
And that is the end of that

11   Caroline, Yes (04:12)

You've done well my boy, my oh my
I bet you thought that you had one this time
Watch your back because revenge is sweet
And you are everything I wanna be
You got everything so why oh why
Did you have to take Caroline?
I bet you thought that was the death of me
Cause you are everything I wanna be

In my life
In my life

You got your way now and I got mine
But mine is better and it took less time
People say now that you look like me
Cause you are everything I wanna be

In my life
In my life

Aaaah...
Cause you are everything I wanna be

In my life
In my life
In my life
In my life

12   Team Mate (03:24)

We used to go out nightly
To the armoury
You used to be my team mate
Or that's the way it seemed
We lost our friends
Because you wanted to
They had no faith in you
I had faith in you

You said we don't need anybody new
It's just me and you
On a bicycle for two
Ah ah ahhh

We used to hold on tightly
And you relied on me
I used to to be your team mate
Or that's the way it seemed

We lost our friends
Because you wanted to
They had no faith in you
I had faith in you

We've been everything you wanted to
It was just me and you
On a bicycle for two
Ah ah ahhh
Ah ah ahhh

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