Introduzione:
Meglio di così non si sarebbe potuto fare. I tre gloriosi anzianotti superstiti e il maturo figlio del compianto batterista titolare del Dirigibile si prepararono bene e performarono al meglio possibile in questa rentrée una tantum tenutasi oltre dieci anni fa presso la londinese O2 Arena. Questo compatibilmente con le corde vocali deteriorate dell’allora cinquantanovenne Plant, la moderata artrite di Page a quel tempo quasi sessantaquattrenne, l’umana irraggiungibilità del padre John per il pur detonante Jason Bonham che all’epoca aveva passato i quarantuno, e… basta così, perché sul pressoché sessantaduenne Jones di quel periodo non può essere evidenziato alcun acciacco o qualsivoglia decadenza.
Contesto:
Ameth Erthegun, il boss dell’etichetta discografica Atlantic che nel 1968 aveva istantaneamente creduto in loro e fatto la loro fortuna, era passato a miglior vita l’anno prima: dedicargli un concerto di tributo fu quindi la buona, ottima ragione per una riunione così impegnativa e importante. Già in passato la band aveva fatto un paio di (raccogliticci) strappi a quel rompete le righe che si erano assennatamente imposti all’indomani della sciagurata morte di Bonhanima, e sempre a favore di eventi eccezionali (il megaconcerto americano del Live Aid nel 1985, i quarant’anni della etichetta Atlantic nel 1988), ma in quest'occasione il nobile desiderio di celebrare una persona importante e stimata fu adeguatamente accompagnato da convinzione, suono, potenza, concentrazione, organizzazione, stato di forma adeguati all’immensa qualità del repertorio da riproporre.
Punti di forza e lacune:
Il suono Led Zeppelin che fuoriesce dal potente impianto di amplificazione è quello, inalterato nel tempo, superbo: basso profondo, batteria cannoneggiante, chitarra né pulita né troppo distorta, tutt’altro che precisa a rischio poi di essere esangue, ma non incerta. La chitarra di Page è… troppo giusta: questo musicista ha sempre avuto stile, suono, anima perfetti per la musica che ha inteso di creare nei suoi fecondi anni giovanili. Dotato di tecnica buona ma non trascendentale, di agilità nella norma a livello professionale, ciò che lo ha reso immensamente peculiare è quel mix di impagabile senso del brano e delle sue dinamiche di arrangiamento. E’ proprio un chitarrista-produttore, si autoproduce mentre suona riuscendo ad essere spontaneo mentre ha tutto sotto controllo: un talento nato.
In ottima forma allora questo Page ultrasessantenne, tornato magrolino e quindi in peso forma, anche se non più con l’agilità di gioventù che gli consentiva plastiche contorsioni sul palco ovviamente, dopo diversi anni trascorsi sovrappeso (vedere al proposito i concerti di fine millennio coi Black Crowes). Senza troppi fronzoli egli manovra le sue Gibson, Gretsch per la tecnica slide, Danelectro per la strana accordatura necessaria a “Kashmir”, suonando tutto quello che c’è da suonare, magari un filo meno pirotecnico di una volta ma sempre ficcante ed efficace.
John Paul Jones come già accennato non ha perso un’oncia di squisitezza musicale con l’età. Come tutti i gregarioni è invecchiato assai meglio, e di meno, delle prime donne godenti i suoi servigi: spettacolo zero sostanza mille; i suoi giri di basso e le sue tastiere sono impeccabili e portanti.
Jason Bonham è di per sé un grande batterista hard rock, anche se ce ne sono parecchi altri bravi quanto lui. Messo qui alla prova nel concerto della vita nei panni del mitico suo padre, perso all’età di soli dodici anni, se la cava al meglio prendendo a sberle il suo kit come non ci fosse un domani (e infatti non ci sarà, essendo questa kermesse un una tantum), avendo preparato meticolosamente ciò che deve essere suonato ovvero le esatte partiture di suo padre che del resto conosce e suona sin dall’infanzia. Alla fine ci fa un gran figurone e il pubblico si spella le mani anche per lui, bello tonico dopo due ore e più di grandi manovre all’artiglieria pesante del Dirigibile.
Il punto debole evidente del disco è la già accennata voce sfibrata, depotenziata, privata di falsetto di Plant. Indispensabile alla causa, ovvero alla questione focale che debba ancora essere accreditabile ai Led Zeppelin una simile produzione, il vecchio leone viaggia con mestiere attraverso le impegnative partiture vocali da lui stesso concepite in gioventù, spesso ripiegando su tonalità inferiori, altre volte togliendosi subito dalla nota alta invece di spingerla fino in fondo, episodicamente costringendo il gruppo ad abbassare la tonalità originale di un brano, saltuariamente facendo cantare l’estasiato pubblico… insomma riuscendo a salvare le chiappe e portare dignitosamente a casa la serata con l’insostituibile suo contributo. Ma è un fatto che non ce la faccia più a cantare il suo repertorio di tanti anni fa.
Siamo alla frutta anzi all’ammazza caffè, lui come tanti altri grandi urlatori rock di una volta come Daltrey, Gillan… ma chiaramente meglio questo Plant a mezzo servizio che un qualsiasi altro frontman anche in pieno vigore ed estensione vocale. E’ fatto certo infatti che, tra le numerose peculiarità del Dirigibile, lo stile e il timbro vocale siano fra le più importanti e basilari, e che già la mancanza forzata di Bonham padre scavi un buco enorme, una voragine… E così almeno nel suo caso è preservata la presenza, altrettanto irrinunciabile, del vocalist originale. Le sue corde vocali purtroppo non sono più capaci di spingere stupendamente, in alto e in avanti, le canzoni del repertorio, ma quanto meno le caratterizzano ancora, le rendono all’istante verosimili, plausibili, godibili, Zeppeliniane. Non c’è più il fiato di gioventù ma resta lo stile peculiare, sempre impagabile.
Vertici dell’album:
Sulle botte da orbi dell’ancor giovane e vigoroso batterista di famiglia, anch’egli ubriacone come il padre ma… redentosi per sua fortuna e salute, una sapida fetta del celebrato repertorio Zeppelin (sedici songs, pescate nell’ambito del poco meno di un centinaio di carriera) viene dispiegata per un ultimo passaggio dal vivo per la gioia delle ventimila persone astanti, e poi per tutti noi all’ascolto del disco doppio in questione.
Sorprende subito la scelta di “Good Times Bad Times” come prologo. Prima canzone del primo album, certo, quindi una specie di omaggio storico… Il fatto è che essa fu molto presto abbandonata dal gruppo nelle sue scalette live, appena pubblicato il secondo disco che ampliava ed impennava splendidamente il repertorio con episodi spettacolari e adescanti. La resa di questa pagina zeppeliniana alla O2 Arena è… corretta: è il primo brano ed i quattro musicisti devono ambientarsi e scaldarsi, l’episodio non è certamente fra i più riusciti della serata ma il suo ripescaggio emblematico ed inaspettato lo rende simbolicamente importante.
Discorso abbastanza simile per la seconda traccia “Ramble On”, per chi scrive fra le più fulgide gemme di carriera malgrado un inopinato, costante accantonamento nella storia concertistica della band. Quel giro di basso lungo ed articolato, quell’indugiante e quieto sferragliare di chitarra a tutto braccio nelle strofe per poi alzare al massimo il volume e picchiare a tutta coi bicordi nei ritornelli (ed il basso ancora a tirare il carretto alla grandissima, con punch e creatività impareggiabili), sono a mio gusto uno dei vertici assoluti dei nostri in quanto a dinamica, personalità, schiumante strapotenza. Un piacere cogliere questo tardivo, conclusivo omaggio dal vivo di questa perla, giocoforza benvenuto ed emozionante al massimo.
“In My Time of Dying” è micidiale. Plant ci “arriva” bene perché fa parte della seconda fase di carriera, quella meno urlata, e vi gigioneggia da par suo intanto che i riflettori illuminano principalmente la strascicata, polverosa performance di Page alla slide guitar su di una magnifica Gretsch White Falcon bianca. Inestimabile la resa del terzetto di strumentisti nell’estesa, spumeggiante fase strumentale: guidati dall’attentissimo e preciso Bonham alle prese con le numerose battute dispari previste in partitura, il trio stacca all’unisono tutta la sequela di riff lancinanti e trascinantissimi, i quali fanno sbrodolare questo numero fino ai suoi canonici dodici minuti scarsi, tutti meritati.
“Nobody’s Fault But Mine” è un altro numero impegnativo ma adattissimo per la resa dal vivo, con tutti quei suoi stop&go scanditi da una batteria più che mai protagonista. Qui l’arte di Jimmy nel piegare il tempo al suo volere e mettere alla prova se stesso ed i suoi compagni su di un’esecuzione hard rock che necessita di rimanere scorrevole, animosa e decisa pur fra mille stranezze ritmiche, è al suo massimo. I quattro anzianotti non fanno una piega e, ben preparati e caldi, sparano i quasi sette minuti di questo contorto heavy blues senza un tentennamento.
“Kashmir” è una macchina da guerra, probabilmente il vertice della serata. A un certo punto i tonfi implacabili di batteria, lo sferragliare ammaliante in staccato della Danelectro, le gonfie fanfare di sintetizzatore, l’orientaleggiante e serpentosa melodia vocale instaurano un’impressione di prestigio, inesorabilità, tracotanza ineguagliabili. E’ il rock al suo meglio, fragoroso e insinuante, destabilizzante e soddisfacente.
Il resto:
“Black Dog” soffre un poco del confronto con l’originale sul quarto album in studio, vengono a mancare tutte quelle voci squillanti e aspre di Plant, la ricchezza cromatica dell’arrangiamento in studio.
“For Your Life” è un episodio minore di “Presence” e del catalogo Zeppelin e tale rimane anche qui. Una scelta discutibile, a rappresentare il loro sesto album c’era già “Nobody’s…” fra l’altro.
“Trampled Underfoot” è ottima, niente da dire. La resa di Page è encomiabile, considerando quanto tutto quello sferragliare funky hard sia ben… faticoso, alla sua età.
“No Quarter” è… interminabile, oltre che mirabile. E’ il momento di John Paul Jones, nonché la celebrazione del lato oscuro degli Zepp, del suono di piano elettrico Fender Rhodes (qui però riprodotto da un sintetizzatore), del sapiente swing di Page sulla chitarra elettrica per una volta settata su suoni meno abrasivi e potenti.
“Since I’ve Been Loving You” è IL blues, per eccellenza. Non esiste di meglio al mondo nel campo dei blues lenti ed atmosferici. La suprema performance su Led Zeppelin III è però irraggiungibile e non solo per i mezzi di Plant, che se la cava restando abbastanza abbottonato anche nell’ultima strofa altrimenti drammatica e spiritata, ma anche per le cannonate di John che non sono riproducibili da nessun altro picchiatore di pelli e piatti al mondo, compreso suo figlio Jason.
“Dazed and Confused” è troppo giusta… mantenuta com’è per l’occasione sui tredici minuti, la lunghezza ideale. Non è più il tempo di “stirarla” fino agli oltre ventisei, come accadde nel 1973 con testimone l’album “The Song Remains the Same”, e tantomeno fino ai quaranta come accadeva nelle serate più ispirate e autoindulgenti. Page non esagera con l’archetto di violino, la parte centrale strumentale corale è ancora e sempre rigogliosa e trascinante.
“Stairway to Heaven” è quella, che si può dire. Anche qui la versione affastellata in studio nel 1970 è nell’Empireo, inavvicinabile con le sue diverse chitarre, il trapestio geniale e squisito di John Bonham, la forza nella voce del giovane Plant. Neanche negli anni d’oro gli Zeppelin riuscivano a migliorarla sul palco, del resto.
Nella subito successiva “The Song Remains the Same” Page si lascia a tracolla la mitica Gibson doppio manico e snocciola l’articolato tour de force alla dodici corde che caratterizza il pezzo. Quando è il turno di Plant di cantare, resta quella sensazione di inadeguatezza: questo numero doveva rimanere strumentale, fanfara d’apertura al quinto album… Page non avrebbe dovuto darla vinta al suo cantante! E’ il momento meno riuscito della serata.
“Misty Mountain Hop” è assai estesa rispetto all’originale che apriva la seconda facciata dell’epocale Zoso, Untitled… o come diavolo può essere appellato il loro quarto album. Bellina, ma avrei preferito altra cernita dal copioso elenco di capolavori del quartetto.
Ecco… gli inserti rock’n’roll d’epoca a distendere oltre misura la storica “Whole Lotta Love” non mi sono mai piaciuti. La band li prese in considerazione penso per “allungare il brodo” quando il repertorio era ancor limitato, ma poi non li ha mai più omessi. Secondo me sbagliando: “Whole…” è un’insuperabile scheggia di hard rock psichedelico, quattro minuti lanciati nel cosmo senza riprendere fiato, senza fare prigionieri, col testo più istintivo e insulso di tutti i tempi ma chissenefrega. La resa del brano anche in quest’occasione dura i soliti tanti, troppi minuti (nove) e a mio giudizio le variazioni centrali fanno perdere quell’alea pericolosa, testosteronica, urgente, aggressiva a quest’impareggiabile bellezza rock targata 1969. Amen.
“Rock’n’Roll” è il secondo ed ultimo bis dopo “…Lotta Love” ed è giusto così, certe canzoni sono nate per aprire o per chiudere, non per stare nel mezzo. Page qui è grandissimo e saltella fra le molte partiture di chitarra ideate e registrate nell’originale in studio, assicurando pieni strumentali e “tiro” a iosa. Un bell’addio… e se avessero voluto andare avanti quella sera la gente non si sarebbe spostata di un metro neanche al decimo bis, vabbè.
Giudizio finale:
Quasi centoventi minuti di musica Zeppeliniana, per l’ultima volta ripresa in concerto. Per forza di cose la si deve piazzare fra i migliori lasciti dal vivo del super gruppo britannico, sicuramente il migliore come suono e registrazione (siamo nel 2008 e la tecnologia è bene andata avanti rispetto alla stagione settantiana del gruppo). Non può d’altro canto rivaleggiare con “cuginetti” come “How the West Was Won” (album del 2003, registrazioni risalenti al 1972) e “BBC Sessions” (del 1997, registrazioni dal 1969 al 1975) soprattutto perché lì il giovane Plant pompava come una sirena, senza freni, liberando (e giocandosi, in pochi anni) le corde vocali oltre ogni limite. E poi c’era John Bonham in sala motori, la macchina del ritmo dalla quale ogni bassista e chitarrista rock che si rispettino sognano di essere accompagnati.
Massimo dei voti, of course. C’è anche il film, il dvd, quello che si vuole per gustare l’evento.
Sono stato spinto a scrivere queste cose dall’unica recensione in proposito già presente sul sito, massimamente sciocca, irriguardosa e ignorante.
Elenco tracce e testi
01 Trampled Under Foot (06:19)
Greased and slicked down fine, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Trouble-free transmission, puncture will explode
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
A model built for comfort, really built with style
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
I can't stop talkin' about...
Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.
02 Whole Lotta Love (07:26)
You need coolin'
Baby, I'm not foolin'
I'm gonna send you
Back to schoolin'
Way down inside honey, you need it
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you my love
Oh, wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
You've been learnin'
Baby, I been learnin'
All them good times, baby, baby
I've been yearnin'
Way way down inside, honey, you need it
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you my love
Oh! Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
I don't want, ah
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Ah-ah, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ah! No, no, no, no
Ah
Lord!
Lo-ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa!
You've been coolin'
Baby, I've been droolin'
All the good times, baby
I've been misusin'
Way way down inside
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you every inch of my love
Gonna give you my love
Hey! Alright! Let's go!
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Way down inside, woman, you need it
Lord!
My, my, my, my
My, my, my, my
Oh!
Shake for me, girl
I wanna be your back door man
Hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh
Oooh ahh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh my, my babe
Keep it coolin' baby
A-keep it coolin' baby
A-keep it coolin' baby
Ah-keep it coolin' baby
Ahh, ahhh-hahhh-oh
03 For Your Life (06:40)
Well, well, oh, hoh, hoh
You said I was the only, with my lemon in your hand
Uh-oh, uh-oh-hoh
Exhibition is your habit, emotion second-hand
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Had to pull away to save me
Well, maybe next time around-a, oh
And she said
"Don'tcha want, a-don'tcha want cocaine, cocaine, cocaine"
Hadn't planned to, could not stand'a try it, fry it, ow
Now, now, now, now, yeah
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh-ooh-ooh
Heard a cry for mercy, uh, in the city of the damned-a
Uh-oh, baby, damn...
In the pits you go no lower, the next stop's underground
A-ho, how low underground
You wanna know, is it quite over
To fame it deals a losin' hand
And I said, "Didn't mean to, did not a-mean to fluff it
You didn't plan it, you overran it, aah-ha-ha-how, yeah"
Do you wanna, do you want, do ya, d-do
Do you, would you wanna
Do you wanna, do you wanna, do you, d-do
Do you, would you wanna
When you blow it, babe, you got to blow it right
Baby, if you fake it, mama, baby, fake with all your might
When you fake it, mama
please-a, a-fake it right for yourself, babe
When ya fa-fa-fa-fake it, baby
You're fakin' it for your life, for your life
for your life, for your life
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you, would you wanna
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you, would you wanna
Oh, like to help ya, baby
but I don't know what to do-ooh-ooh, yeah
Sometime, baby
Nothin' I can do-ooh-ooh, yeah
With the fine lines of the crystal payin' through your nose
And when they couldn't resist ya
I said, "Just go with the flow"
And now your stage is empty
Pull down the curtain, baby, please
Fold up your show
Hadn't planned to, could not stand to fry in it
I hadn't planned it, I overran it
Fry it for your life, for your life
05 Misty Mountain Hop (05:08)
Walking in the park just the other day, baby
What do you, what do you think I saw?
Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said
"Hey, boy, do you wanna score?"
And you know how it is
I really don't know what time it was, whoa-oh-oh
So I asked them if I could stay awhile
I didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really
Really out of my mind
Just then a policeman stepped up to me asked us if "please, hey, would we care
To all get in line, get in line"
Well you know
They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun, whoa-oh-oh
He said that his friends would all drop by, ooh
Why don't you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see
And baby, baby, baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sittin' spare like a book on a shelf rustin'
Ah, not tryin' to fight it
You really don't care if they're comin', whoa-oh-oh
I know that it's all a state of mind, ooh
If you go down in the streets today, baby, you better
You better open your eyes, whoa-oh yeah
Folk down there really don't care, really don't care, don't care, really don't
Which, which way the pressure lies
So I've decided what I'm gonna do now
So I'm packin' my bags for the misty mountains, where the spirits go now
Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
I really don't know
I really don't know
06 Black Dog (00:00)
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move
Gonna make you sweat
Gonna make you groove
Ah, ah, child, way you shake that thing
Gonna make you burn
Gonna make you sting
Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way
Watch your honey drip
Can't keep away
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ah
I gotta roll, can't stand still
Got a flamin' heart, can't get my fill
Eyes that shine, burnin' red
Dreams of you all through my head
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ahhh
Hey baby, whoa baby, pretty baby
Darlin' makes 'em do me now
Hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby
Move me like you're doin' now
Didn't take too long 'fore I found out
What people mean by down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started tellin' her friends she gonna be a star
I don't know, but I been told
A big-legged woman ain't got no soul
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ah
All I ask for, all I pray
A steady rollin' woman gonna come my way
Need a woman gonna hold my hand
Won't tell me no lies, make me a happy man
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ahhh
07 Kashmir (00:00)
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.
Oh, I been blind... mama, there ain't no denyin'
I've been blind, ain't no denyin', no denyin'
All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir.
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.
When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
Let me take you there. Let me take you there
08 Kashmir (09:06)
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.
Oh, I been blind... mama, there ain't no denyin'
I've been blind, ain't no denyin', no denyin'
All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir.
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.
When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
Let me take you there. Let me take you there
09 For Your Life (00:00)
Well, well, oh, hoh, hoh
You said I was the only, with my lemon in your hand
Uh-oh, uh-oh-hoh
Exhibition is your habit, emotion second-hand
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Had to pull away to save me
Well, maybe next time around-a, oh
And she said
"Don'tcha want, a-don'tcha want cocaine, cocaine, cocaine"
Hadn't planned to, could not stand'a try it, fry it, ow
Now, now, now, now, yeah
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh-ooh-ooh
Heard a cry for mercy, uh, in the city of the damned-a
Uh-oh, baby, damn...
In the pits you go no lower, the next stop's underground
A-ho, how low underground
You wanna know, is it quite over
To fame it deals a losin' hand
And I said, "Didn't mean to, did not a-mean to fluff it
You didn't plan it, you overran it, aah-ha-ha-how, yeah"
Do you wanna, do you want, do ya, d-do
Do you, would you wanna
Do you wanna, do you wanna, do you, d-do
Do you, would you wanna
When you blow it, babe, you got to blow it right
Baby, if you fake it, mama, baby, fake with all your might
When you fake it, mama
please-a, a-fake it right for yourself, babe
When ya fa-fa-fa-fake it, baby
You're fakin' it for your life, for your life
for your life, for your life
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you, would you wanna
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you
Do you, would you wanna
Oh, like to help ya, baby
but I don't know what to do-ooh-ooh, yeah
Sometime, baby
Nothin' I can do-ooh-ooh, yeah
With the fine lines of the crystal payin' through your nose
And when they couldn't resist ya
I said, "Just go with the flow"
And now your stage is empty
Pull down the curtain, baby, please
Fold up your show
Hadn't planned to, could not stand to fry in it
I hadn't planned it, I overran it
Fry it for your life, for your life
11 Rock and Roll (00:00)
It's been a long time since I rock and rolled
It's been a long time since I did the stroll
Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back, let me get it back
Baby, where I come from
It's been a long time, been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time, yes it has
It's been a long time since the book of love
I can't count the tears of a life with no love
Carry me back, carry me back, carry me back
Baby, where I come from, whoa whoa whoa-oh-oh
It's been a long time, been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
Oh, seems so long since we walked in the moonlight
Makin' vows that just can't work right
Ah yeah, open your arms, opens your arms, open your arms
Baby, let my love come running in, let it
It's been a long time, been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It's been a long time, been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
13 Stairway to Heaven (00:00)
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
And it makes me wonder
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
16 Ramble On (00:00)
Leaves are fallin' all around
It's time I was on my way
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged
For such a pleasant stay
But now it's time for me to go
The autumn moon lights my way
For now I smell the rain
And with it pain
And it's headed my way
Ah, sometimes I grow so tired
But I know I've got one thing I got to do
Ramble on
And now's the time, the time is now
To sing my song
I'm goin' 'round the world
I got to find my girl
On my way
I've been this way ten years to the day
Ramble on
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams
Got no time for spreadin' roots
The time has come to be gone
And though our health we drank a thousand times
It's time to ramble on
Ramble on
And now's the time, the time is now
To sing my song
I'm goin' 'round the world
I got to find my girl
On my way
I've been this way ten years to the day
I gotta ramble on
I gotta find the queen of all my dreams
I ain't tellin' no lie
Mine's a tale that can't be told
My freedom I hold dear
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air
T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor
I met a girl so fair
But Gollum and the evil one crept up
And slipped away with her, her, her, yeah
Ain't nothing I can do, no
I guess I'll keep on
Ramblin'
I'm gonna... sheyeah (Sing my song)
I gotta find my baby
I'm gonna ramble on, sing my song, gonna work my way, go around the world (Ramble on)
Baby, baby (Yeah)
Do do do (Baby) do do do, my baby (Ramble on, babe)
Do do do do do do do de do de do de do de do de, yeah, yeah (I can't stop that feeling anymore, everytime I think about my babe I think I got someone)
I gotta keep-a-searchin' for my baby
Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby babe
Ooh, ma ma ma ma ma ma ma babe
Sheyeah, yeyeah, yeyeah, yeyeah, yeyeah, yeyeah, yeyeah, yeyeah
Ma ma ma ma ma ma baby
Ooh, I can't find my bluebird
I listen to my bluebird sing, but I can't find my bluebird
17 Whole Lotta Love (00:00)
You need coolin'
Baby, I'm not foolin'
I'm gonna send you
Back to schoolin'
Way down inside honey, you need it
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you my love
Oh, wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
You've been learnin'
Baby, I been learnin'
All them good times, baby, baby
I've been yearnin'
Way way down inside, honey, you need it
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you my love
Oh! Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
I don't want, ah
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Ah-ah, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ah! No, no, no, no
Ah
Lord!
Lo-ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa!
You've been coolin'
Baby, I've been droolin'
All the good times, baby
I've been misusin'
Way way down inside
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you every inch of my love
Gonna give you my love
Hey! Alright! Let's go!
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Wanna whole lotta love
Way down inside, woman, you need it
Lord!
My, my, my, my
My, my, my, my
Oh!
Shake for me, girl
I wanna be your back door man
Hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh
Oooh ahh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh my, my babe
Keep it coolin' baby
A-keep it coolin' baby
A-keep it coolin' baby
Ah-keep it coolin' baby
Ahh, ahhh-hahhh-oh
18 Stairway to Heaven (08:49)
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
And it makes me wonder
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
19 Dazed and Confused (00:00)
Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Lots of people talk and few of them know
Soul of a woman was created below, yeah
You hurt and abuse tellin' all of your lies
Run 'round sweet baby, Lord how they hypnotize
Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been
Gonna love you baby, here I come again
Every day I work so hard, bringin' home my hard earned pay
Try to love you baby, but you push me away
Don't know where you're goin', only know just where you've been
Sweet little baby, I want you again
Ah ahh...
Oh yeah, alright
I don't want your lovin' this time yeah
Oh don't leave me so confused, ah
Ohh baby
Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Take it easy baby, let them say what they will
Tongue wag so much when I send you the bill?
Oh yeah, alright
Oh oh...
20 Dazed and Confused (11:44)
Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Lots of people talk and few of them know
Soul of a woman was created below, yeah
You hurt and abuse tellin' all of your lies
Run 'round sweet baby, Lord how they hypnotize
Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been
Gonna love you baby, here I come again
Every day I work so hard, bringin' home my hard earned pay
Try to love you baby, but you push me away
Don't know where you're goin', only know just where you've been
Sweet little baby, I want you again
Ah ahh...
Oh yeah, alright
I don't want your lovin' this time yeah
Oh don't leave me so confused, ah
Ohh baby
Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Take it easy baby, let them say what they will
Tongue wag so much when I send you the bill?
Oh yeah, alright
Oh oh...
23 Misty Mountain Hop (00:00)
Walking in the park just the other day, baby
What do you, what do you think I saw?
Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said
"Hey, boy, do you wanna score?"
And you know how it is
I really don't know what time it was, whoa-oh-oh
So I asked them if I could stay awhile
I didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really
Really out of my mind
Just then a policeman stepped up to me asked us if "please, hey, would we care
To all get in line, get in line"
Well you know
They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun, whoa-oh-oh
He said that his friends would all drop by, ooh
Why don't you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see
And baby, baby, baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sittin' spare like a book on a shelf rustin'
Ah, not tryin' to fight it
You really don't care if they're comin', whoa-oh-oh
I know that it's all a state of mind, ooh
If you go down in the streets today, baby, you better
You better open your eyes, whoa-oh yeah
Folk down there really don't care, really don't care, don't care, really don't
Which, which way the pressure lies
So I've decided what I'm gonna do now
So I'm packin' my bags for the misty mountains, where the spirits go now
Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
I really don't know
I really don't know
24 Black Dog (05:53)
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move
Gonna make you sweat
Gonna make you groove
Ah, ah, child, way you shake that thing
Gonna make you burn
Gonna make you sting
Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way
Watch your honey drip
Can't keep away
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ah
I gotta roll, can't stand still
Got a flamin' heart, can't get my fill
Eyes that shine, burnin' red
Dreams of you all through my head
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ahhh
Hey baby, whoa baby, pretty baby
Darlin' makes 'em do me now
Hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby
Move me like you're doin' now
Didn't take too long 'fore I found out
What people mean by down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started tellin' her friends she gonna be a star
I don't know, but I been told
A big-legged woman ain't got no soul
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ah, ah, ah
All I ask for, all I pray
A steady rollin' woman gonna come my way
Need a woman gonna hold my hand
Won't tell me no lies, make me a happy man
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ahhh
25 Rock and Roll (04:34)
It's been a long time since I rock and rolled
It's been a long time since I did the stroll
Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back, let me get it back
Baby, where I come from
It's been a long time, been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time, yes it has
It's been a long time since the book of love
I can't count the tears of a life with no love
Carry me back, carry me back, carry me back
Baby, where I come from, whoa whoa whoa-oh-oh
It's been a long time, been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
Oh, seems so long since we walked in the moonlight
Makin' vows that just can't work right
Ah yeah, open your arms, opens your arms, open your arms
Baby, let my love come running in, let it
It's been a long time, been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
It's been a long time, been a long time
Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time
27 No Quarter (09:21)
Close the door, put out the light
Know they won't be home tonight
The snow falls hard and don't you know
The winds of Thor are blowing cold
They're wearing steel that's bright and true
They carry news that must get through
They choose the path where no one goes
They hold no quarter
They hold no quarter
Walking side by side with death
The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot that's slow
The dogs of doom are howling more
They carry news that must get through
To build a dream for me and you
They choose the path that no one goes
They hold no quarter
They ask no quarter
They hold no quarter
They ask no quarter
They ask no quarter
They give no quarter
28 Trampled Under Foot (00:00)
Greased and slicked down fine, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Trouble-free transmission, puncture will explode
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
A model built for comfort, really built with style
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
I can't stop talkin' about...
Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Talkin' 'bout love
Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.
29 Ramble On (05:44)
Leaves are fallin' all around
It's time I was on my way
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged
For such a pleasant stay
But now it's time for me to go
The autumn moon lights my way
For now I smell the rain
And with it pain
And it's headed my way
Ah, sometimes I grow so tired
But I know I've got one thing I got to do
Ramble on
And now's the time, the time is now
To sing my song
I'm goin' 'round the world
I got to find my girl
On my way
I've been this way ten years to the day
Ramble on
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams
Got no time for spreadin' roots
The time has come to be gone
And though our health we drank a thousand times
It's time to ramble on
Ramble on
And now's the time, the time is now
To sing my song
I'm goin' 'round the world
I got to find my girl
On my way
I've been this way ten years to the day
I gotta ramble on
I gotta find the queen of all my dreams
I ain't tellin' no lie
Mine's a tale that can't be told
My freedom I hold dear
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air
T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor
I met a girl so fair
But Gollum and the evil one crept up
And slipped away with her, her, her, yeah
Ain't nothing I can do, no
I guess I'll keep on
Ramblin'
I'm gonna... sheyeah (Sing my song)
I gotta find my baby
I'm gonna ramble on, sing my song, gonna work my way, go around the world (Ramble on)
Baby, baby (Yeah)
Do do do (Baby) do do do, my baby (Ramble on, babe)
Do do do do do do do de do de do de do de do de, yeah, yeah (I can't stop that feeling anymore, everytime I think about my babe I think I got someone)
I gotta keep-a-searchin' for my baby
Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby babe
Ooh, ma ma ma ma ma ma ma babe
Sheyeah, yeyeah, yeyeah, yeyeah, yeyeah, yeyeah, yeyeah, yeyeah
Ma ma ma ma ma ma baby
Ooh, I can't find my bluebird
I listen to my bluebird sing, but I can't find my bluebird
32 No Quarter (00:00)
Close the door, put out the light
Know they won't be home tonight
The snow falls hard and don't you know
The winds of Thor are blowing cold
They're wearing steel that's bright and true
They carry news that must get through
They choose the path where no one goes
They hold no quarter
They hold no quarter
Walking side by side with death
The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot that's slow
The dogs of doom are howling more
They carry news that must get through
To build a dream for me and you
They choose the path that no one goes
They hold no quarter
They ask no quarter
They hold no quarter
They ask no quarter
They ask no quarter
They give no quarter
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Di jonny testicolo
Quest’album è bellissimo, un concerto praticamente perfetto senza alcuna sbavatura.
Robert Plant si conferma un vero asso dell’ugola, con un timbro vocale migliorato in età matura.
