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La sua figura non le renderà mai onore... una con un nome così dolce, biondina piccolina, di 17 anni... che assomiglia così incredibilmente ad Avril Lavigne, cosa vuoi che sappia fare? È una delle solite ragazzine senza niente di nuovo da presentare, che tentano la strada più in voga adesso, la teen/rock/pop music.
Ma vi sbagliate proprio di brutto, e vi consiglio senza timori di comprare il suo primo e unico album, Because I Can, perché lei mostra le sue altre carte, prima di tutto la sua non irrilevante famiglia di musicisti: suo padre Kim Bullard negli anni '70 fu tastierista di CSN&Y, Poco, Grateful Dead e sua madre corista in diverse formazioni ora scomparse.
E queste sue radici si sentono nel suo rock un po' sporco, vario e deciso, la sua voce non è per niente pulita, a volte è buttata lì, ma sempre spontanea e le sue parole sono a volte lame taglienti, cantate con grinta, con forza e supportate da arraggiamenti coinvolgenti a volte deliranti, e altre volte soffici e decadenti.
Non ci sono canzoni da scartare, perché ognuna ha un suo senso, una sua motivazione di esistere, per esempio la bellissima title track, cantata dolcemente che con parole confuse dice "...the glass is cold when I touch my face, but I can taste my salty tears" o in "Snowflakes", unica canzone dove è presente il piano, lei si mostra più fragile, canzoni totalmente contrastanti alle rullanti "I Like", "Overdrive" e prima di tutte "Vacation", due minuti scarsi di urla isteriche e incontrollate.
Oltre a questo da aggiungere è che in parecchie canzoni la ragazza oltre a cantare e scrivere la maggior parte dei testi, suona pure la batteria. Qui le potenzialità per diventare una rocker affermata ci sono tutte, davvero tutte, e vi invito ad ascoltarla se non ci credete, e ve lo giuro BECAUSE SHE CAN!
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 Overdrive (02:53)
Out of bed at the crack of noon
Blare the music and have a swoon
I can't stop thinking of your face
La la lee la lee loo lace
I'm six feet under the Bhodi tree
With my crap new-age philosophy
Diamonds where there once were stars
I'm sitting in Jayne Mansfield�s car
Yeah yeah I'm independence
Yeah yeah I'm borderline
Yeah yeah I'm California
My minds all screwed and upside down
But my hearts on overdrive
Yeah my hearts on overdrive
I need to take a shower when I look at you
You sting and hurt like a bad tattoo
I wish you'd change my point of view
I cruise the canyon to get some breeze
With hidden treasures up my sleeve
I like the light and hate the heat
But I'll lick the blood right off your street
Yeah yeah I'm cherry cola
Yeah yeah I'm Candy-eyed
Yeah yeah I'm California
My minds all screwed and upside down
But my hearts on overdrive
They all come here to find a scene
But end up girls on Methedrine
Naked on a TV screen
The dreams that fall beneath my feet
Make my footsteps feel so sweet
But your kisses are my fait accompli
Yeah yeah I'm independance
Yeah yeah I'm borderline
Yeah yeah I'm California
My minds all screwed and upside down
But my hearts on overdrive
Yeah my hearts on overdrive
09 Vacation (02:21)
Oh I don't need an education,
Just a microphone's intoxication,
And I can't deal with concentration,
Give me tounges and stimulation,
Who are you to know my story,
Who are you to read my book,
I don't think you know how crazy,
People say I am,
"You're running in the deep end, Katy, Why don't you give a damn?",
I've lost all sense of navigation,
But got my Cali-fornication,
Don't give me words of hard degration,
I only accept infatuations,
I'm a fragile kind of glass,
I won't wear your stupid mask,
I don't think you know how crazy,
People say I am,
"Your running in the deep end, Katy, Why don't you give a damn?",
I still hold hands with my creation,
But cross my eyes at it's elation,
And if I miss my graduation,
I'll have one fucking long vacation.
11 Lemon (04:42)
They've clipped my wings again
tore them apart and then
left me
No use to fly away to
my yesterday
of freedom
My eyes died back that day
seeing the hurt I may have done
Beat me instead of them
pain is my only zen
of fun
I'll go where secrets are sold
where roses unfold
I'll sleep as time goes by
So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song
blood on my hands to stay strong
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong
there is no right to heal the wrong
soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die
I can't throw up don't think i even want to try
You still can't make me cry
you've pinned this butterfly
down
My fire's burning out
kill my flame without
a frown
And starving hurts the soul
when you're hungry for
some love
So if I close my eyes
I can really fly
above and..
I'll go where secrets are sold
where roses unfold
I'll sleep as time goes by
So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song
blood on my hands to stay strong
the flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong
there is no right to heal the wrong
soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die
I can't throw up don't think I even want to
tryyy- tryyyy- tryyyyyy
(chorus again)
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