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In effetti, pensandoci un attimo, difficilmente associo Fred Durst a qualcosa di diverso da un gran pezzo di merda; già, proprio uno di quegli stronzi a duecento carati che della vita non ci hanno mai capito un cazzo e che non hanno niente da fare dalla mattina alla sera se non alcolizzarsi, tirare su un po' di coca, fare dentro e fuori dal carcere, montarsi una bella topa e tatuarsi pure le dita dei piedi.
Già, i tatuaggi, bella fissa quella di Fred, che un giorno ebbe la grandiosa botta di culo di vedersi passare nel suo "ufficio" nientemeno che Fieldy Snuts, bassista dei Korn, cui parla dei suoi progetti musicali. Sì progetti, avete letto bene. O meglio progetto, perchè in testa Fred in quei giorni ha solo una cosa: un'incazzatura della madonna. Non ci aveva messo molto d'altronde a trovare altri quattro sbandati, ragazzi della strada come lui, con una tremenda voglia di farsi strada e di dimostrare di essere qualcosa di più di un gruppo di falliti. Sì, la grana e il successo, è proprio questo quello che cercano, se ne fregano di esprimere arte e concetti complicati, in mente hanno solo una dannata cosa: tirarsi fuori da una vita di merda e fare tanti soldi. Giudicateli come vi pare, ma se non vivete nella periferia di una grande città americana dove gangs, giri di ogni tipo e morti per strada sono all'ordine del giorno, difficilmente potrete essere obiettivi.
Dunque, la grande occasione: il loro demo passa nelle mani del produttore dei Korn (e altri gruppi come Slipknot, Sepultura e Cure) Ross Robinson che non ci mette tanto ad affidarli nelle mani di una casa discografica; corre il 1997 e sti qui sfornano "Three Dollar Bill, Y'All", che ad oggi può essere considerato senza timore di essere smentiti uno dei migliori album Nu-Metal. Durerà ben poco, già a partire dal successivo "Significant Other" i cinque della Florida cominceranno ad ammorbidire non poco il loro sound, che poi col tempo scadrà sempre più sino a toccare il ridicolo negli ultimi anni, ma qui c'è ben poco da dire, siamo davanti ad un signor cd: Fred ci mette una grinta che poi nel tempo non è stato più capace di tirar fuori, vomita letteralmente insulti a destra e a manca e la rabbia si percepisce da ogni sillaba slang che pronuncia nel suo caratteristico linguaggio rap. L'incazzatura, quella vera, non falsa per piacere ai ragazzini, qui c'è eccome signori, mista a frustrazione (specialmente in "Nobody Loves Me") e alla spensierateza che deriva dalla consapevolezza che tanto più giù che fare tatuaggi per strada non si può andare. Non è tuttavia solo l'amicone Durst, ma anche gli altri quattro componenti della band che qui tiran fuori il meglio di sè, in particolare il chitarrista, Wes Borland, capace di imprimere nella testa dell'ascoltatore riff sempre di grande incisività e rudezza. Da segnalare poi la presenza di un Dj, tale Lethal, in grado di orientare sensibilmente verso l'hip-hop le sonorità della band e che ha modo di sbizarrirsi nella sperimentale "Everything", e soprattutto quella di un bassista niente male come Sam Rivers, che proprio dopo l'uscita di quest'album ha portato a casa (non so quanto meritatamente, ma qualcosa dovrà pur significare no?) il premio di miglior bassista al mondo... Insomma, oltre alla passione qui è rintracciabile anche quella qualità che sempre più rara si farà notare nel corso degli anni e che tuttavia appare innegabile in questo cd.
Già, perchè come ho detto con questo album arrivano i primi soldi (vende circa due milioni e mezzo di copie), e dopo un altro lp niente male, "Significant Other" appunto, dal più marcato sound hip-hop inizia la discesa nel baratro: alla fine quello che volevano i cinque l'hanno ottenuto, soldi, fama, successo, belle donne e tutto quello che ne consegue. Dai su, inutile prenderci in giro, in fondo smerdandosi e vendendosi al giro non hanno fatto nè più nè meno di quello che miriadi di altri gruppi promettenti come e più di loro in passato avevan già fatto; tuttavia pressochè tutti si sono dimenticati anche di quello di buono che i Bizkit han fatto per motivi che onestamente non mi spiego. Non sono mai stati, nè tantomeno hanno mai preteso di esserlo, dei modelli di vita coi loro mille difetti (più volte accusati non a torto di incitare gratuitamente alla violenza), certamente mai lo saranno in futuro, ma una decina d'anni fà perlomeno erano veri, genuini, innocenti mi verrebbe quasi da dire, non ancora plagiati da tutte quelle schifezze che poi il business ti mette in testa.
Insomma, erano sinceri, e a me, senza farmi troppe seghe mentali, andavano più che bene così.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
02 Pollution (03:52)
come on fool.. YAW!
aw...aw...aw drop that shit
straight comin' at ya, punk
to criticize is critical
when digging on my concept rhythms
keep on building like smoke
got'cha running from the law
maybe it's that low end
smothered with the freestyle
maybe it's the thought
of being on the bottom of the pile
style's bound to the sky lines
keep 'em on the sidelines
choking on my fly rhymes
you need the Heimlich maneuver
this ain't no joke
you're gonna choke
when I'm slinging it to ya
{chorus}
when do you decide (you decide)
then you can know in your mind (you decide)
when do you decide
I'll probably never understand pollution,
you preach the noise
about the words that you don't wanna hear
pollution, I keep the grip real tight on that mic
when I spill pollution,
you preach the noise
about the words that you don't wanna hear
pollution, I keep that grip real tight breaker,
breaker one nine, spitting out that skill
suicidal punk let me know you're real
I'm walking on a thin line
with the sticky bass line
now you're stuck with the flow
running through your mind
so if you're crossing over,
let me know you're real ??????
now you get the feel
I rumble like the thunder
now you're going under
I bet ya wonder
what the fuck is even going down
I listen to 'em stereotype
and then complain
I can't refrain
from bringing on the pain
{chorus}
so when they tell me
to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
and when they tell Sam
to turn down that bass
I'm gonna bring that beat back
and when they tell me
to turn down the vocal
I'm gonna bring that beat back
and when they tell us
to shut the fuck up
I'm gonna bring that beat back
yeah, gonna bring that beat back
aw, gonna bring that beat back
fuck, gonna bring that beat back
yo, yo, yo J bring that beat back
{chorus}
I'm gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back, beat back
Bring that beat back, beat back (2x)
BACK!! [repeated a bunch of times]
BRING DAT FUCKIN BEAT BACK, U SUCKA, FUCKIN SUCKA.. SONG
(Fred shut up, alright)
(this is me telling you to shut up...shut up)
(Fred, shut the fuck up)
03 Counterfeit (05:07)
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freakin' me out you wear a mask - 5x
freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freakin' me out you wear a... FAKE
hey man wake up and smell the concrete
strange to see you've change
like the LB could be identity crisis but I can't buy this
reality bites but that's what life is pitiful you,
your hideous behavior hate what God gave ya,
fakin all the flava artificial minds seekin out the new trends
get in where you fit in
quit thinkin like a has-been diggin
in my culture let me let your punks know
I'm an old school soldier with the funk flow
a damn shame you wanna change yourself
because you're sick of yourself
{chorus}
well I'm sick of you too, fake
you're a, a counterfeit, fake
you know we figured you out well I'm sick of you too, fake
you're a, a counterfeit, fake
I wonder,
I wonder I wonder what it's like to be a clone doin' nothin,
nothin' on my own alone in your misery,
you're bitin on my new style filed as a counterfeit,
going down in history as nothin but a copy cat (copy cat)
so if your fakin that you're phat
you need a ballbat right where your head is at
all your desperation causes separation
now I grab the mic to intimidate your weakness
screams from the limp on your siren
phonies get the hint quick smacked with funk flick pain
for the fakers fame can't maintain............. cause I'm sick of you too!
{chorus}
all these phonies you disregarded your life (disregarded your life)
you disrespected your friends (you disrespected your friends)
you've even stolen your appearance (stolen) from hangin out with my family
but I should have never dropped my guard (shoulda never dropped my guard)
so you could stab me in the back (stab me in the back)
but you were faking me out (you were faking me out)
just faking me out you wear a mask (you wear a mask)
freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit - 6x
now you're steadily startin to change
you wanna rearrange
your lifestyle with live like the wild child
with the vibe alive you could lie to try and be so fly
a lie but you deny you're a fake
you know we figured you're a phony (fake)
you know we figured you out (fake)
you know we figured you out, figured you out,
figured you out fake [a bunch of times]
04 Stuck (05:24)
Psycho female blowin up the phone line
You need to tighten that screw
It's been loose for a long time
I've been slammed with some bad luck
Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck
And now you duck duck goose, I'm lettin loose
With the thirty odd freestyle
Labeled hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness
You and all your tactics
Jonesin' for my cash
Got to make them pockets super phat
Hey, I'm a humble man
Kicking out the jams like a trampn
I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business
What's with all the business
I get paid to take the microphone
And slay the stage stay away
From all the bros. in my band
And all the fans and
All my friends is when the cash is coming in
Or I'll be slammin' them balls to the wall
With the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes y'all
No 9 to 5, I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp
Like a Chattanooga champ
That's all we need, another bad seed
Planted on this earth motivated by greed
You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again,
Stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so
Stuck in your head you don't even know
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi
Far from suicidal
Still I get them tendencies
Bringing back them memories
That I really miss when I reminisce
Rocking back in the '80s live
My attitude to do or die
Once I was a maggot
Now I'm just super fly
Bound for the boundaries
No limits, G
Phat ass rhythms driven by my destiny
Your style's in my pocket
Proclaimed to regain that essence
Pressin' 'cause I'm hostile
Labeled by my profile
Indeed I am, I am indeed hostile
When it comes to greed
Aw yeah, ain't nutin' like a greedy bitch
Diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin',
Diggin' so deep for that green
All I know, all I know
That you must be fucked up in that head
I got a little problem
Just one question, beyatch
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
You wanna be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why the fuck you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why the fuck you wanna be like that
Why, why, why, why, why you gotta be
Why, why, why, you wanna be like that
Why, why, why you gotta dig in
My business you fucking whore
Stuck on yourself, you are
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blasting
Stuck on yourself, you whore
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again,
Stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck
In your head you don't even know
Live on tape beyatch (don't fuck with us)
06 Sour (03:32)
mellow out
(bitch)
play along
play
i thought i knew ya
took the time to put my love into ya
screw ya
cuz now u got me sitin in the sewer
im through with all them roller coaster rides
see i aint forgot about the knots that u been tieing with my insides
i dropped my pride
without u i was sure to die
i tried with cash
did all i could to make it last
now i accept that that wus in the past
i know u love me
you love me like a peice of trash
but at first u were so sweet
couldnt go without seeing ur face for an hour (so sour)
it all became a hastle
u were even livin in my castle
just to use me
and verbaly abuse me
thats not the way im runnin my show
it took alwhile to see the light before i stopped
and u got dropped off
its over, probly ill be sweatin it
but in the long run you'll be the one regreting it
maybe u won't, maybe u will
but baby ur still about as real as a 3 dollar bill
(chorus)
theres no 1 to blame, but you
and who gets the blame? me
x2
oh oh, i sound like a bitch (a little bitch in heat)
over that heat that i am feeling bitch i think its cheap
another split tale, just another split tale
thanx for the lesson,now get ur shit and hit the trail
u kno im comin from that old school u dam fool
intensity is something that im made of
and certianly im not afraid of a little smack in my face
thanx for that taste
chorus x2
07 Stalemate (06:14)
It's not my mind. x6 (It's not my mind)
Yo J.
Can I get a little bit.
Heah, ha, eah...
Your veins flow with poison.
Please acknowledge my present
This precious gift and behold and discard it like trash.
To dominate it's in your nature, you selfish brat.
I can't believe you had me
Strung out over you like that!
One minute your sweet, the next minute your sour.
I taste the envious predictions.
Change with each hour, I've seen this before
You even decide to step into my world.
Strange things occurring,
Happening over and over and over again.
Now bitch you are cruelty.
You bark your orders with such degrading dialect.
I can't believe you had me
Strung out over you like that!
One minute your sweet, the next minute your sour.
I taste the envious predictions.
Change with each hour, I've seen this before
You even decide to step into my world.
Gonna funk it up.
One minute you think your all this
The next minute you think your all that
But your playin' with tha' nova
Momma didn't show ya'
How to take gettin' canned by the man when it's over.
I've been hunting you down
Waiting for the payback, your frown.
Begging me for your mercy
I ain't down with tha' sypathy, you see.
And I'll always remember your tender looove!
Wipe me under tha' rug, just so you can step on my spine....
I'M GONNA GET MINE!
I'm gonna get mine!
?????? reminds me. (I'm gonna get mine!)
I guess I was wasted by envy. (I'm gonna get mine!)
Beyond this love is such a ?????? (I'm gonna get mine!)
I'd like to rearrange your face! I'm gonna get mine.
Please don't wake me.
Your so sweeeet.
Your so sweeeet.
Your so cheeeap.
I'm gonna get mine!
I'm gonna get mine!
I'd like to rearrange your face (I'm gonnna get mine!)
Your always right, and I'm always wrong. (Your not my mind)
That's why you love me so much. (Your not mine)
Your so sweet, I love you. (Your not my mind)
Your so sweet, I love you. (Your not mine)
08 Clunk (04:03)
Clunk [7x]
DJ Lethal.
Hey mister, elevate that mind into a blister.
You might need to rest up, I'll pump that chest up
Because that mental is fadin'
Ego, you over played it.
Hey buster, ya' just can't be trusted
Tha' drama, your mama musta really been disgusted.
But ya' got no clue always screamin' everybody owes you
Well kid, I never did
And never will.
It's gone too far.
It's gone too far, end it soon.
I never did.
Well I never did, kid.
It's gone too far.
Broken' punks when bringin' on tha' funkin'
Knowin' you man, your probably not thinkin'
Caught ya' lip-sincin'
Lyricals flyin' over that head you'll be cryin'
Lyin' in your death bed, now your just a reject (reject)
Ya put your fate on Micky D's just to gain a little respect
But ya' got no clue, always screamin' everybody owes you.
Well kid, I never did
And never will.
It's gone too far.
Well it's gone way too far, boy.
I never did.
It's gone too far.
You need to drop that freakin' ego before ya' crash.
Before tha' headlights are simply glarin' in your eyes and your goin' down.
What's tha' matter with tha' life that your leadin'?
When your bleedin', everyone's thinkin' how much they hate you.
It's not too late, dude. Just that time for you to zip up that grill.
Take a deep breath. Look around. Ain't nobody left, just tha' target. Bullseye.
Still you walk around like a clown in a forcefield.
See I'm not crazy. You're tha' one who's crazy.
Institution. Bound to be the only way that we can even solve this.
I've had about as much as I can take, so do yourself a favor.
It's been built up for so long.
And I just wanna get it out!
And I just wanna get it out!!
Clunk!
There's certainly some distortion in there. What?
Certainly some distortion in there.
I can't hear you, I've got distortion in my ear.
A thought just came to me while watching you and the guys play that.
Um, the distortion feels the sound. It's like anguish or frustration.
Like trying to thread, a needle with.. with.... thread.
And you keep trying. (Can you thread a nee.. a needle with a piece of wood?)
And I wonder, I wonder if that's what happened when the kids were getting the guitars
They were trying so hard, they wanted to play like their favorite singer
They just couldn't bring it off, so they turned it up louder just to..
Because even your face got red, and, and the expression on your face was that of, of
Sheer frustration, or anger, or just... what do you feel when you play this distortion on there?
Um, what I feel when I play distortion like that is, I'm faking that anger
Letting it all out, ya' know. There's no reservations or politness.
I'm no longer trying to please anyone, I'm trying to please me. Trying to get myself off.
That's a form of honosty, isn't it?
I suppose.
09 Faith (03:52)
well I guess it would be nice
if I could touch your body
I know not everybody
has gotta body like me
but I gotta think twice
before I give my heart away
and I know all the games you play
'cause I play them too
oh, but I need some time off
from that emotion
time to pick my heart up off the floor
when that love comes down
without devotion
well it takes a strong man baby
but I'm showin' you that door
well I gotta have faith
gotta have faith -repeat x3
baby, I know you're askin' me to stay
say please, please, please don't go away
cuz you're givin' you the blues
baby, you might mean all the words you say
can't help but think of yesterday
and another who tied me down to lover-boy blues
before this river becomes an ocean
before you pick my heart up off the floor
when our love comes down
without devotion
well it takes a stong man baby
but I'm, uh, showing you that door
well, I gotta have faith
gotta have faith -repeat x3
get the fuck up!
I gotta have faith -repeat x4
faith -repeat x2
- - - - - - - - - - - -
am i freak in the darkness, or am i misfit
you speak of opinions
do sink in so deep
but it's alright
you're just an illusion, confused by your narrow mind
reality is up ahead in the distance
but that lack of persistence has left you behind
now you're reaching for your sanity
cuz you afraid of me
so don't fuck with me
you wanna ask me a question
well, i gotta question
how much longer can i tolerate this shit
egos trip when you're livin' on the flip side
drop out of a uterous and god damn
i see you pointin' your finger
you stereotype me cuz you don't like me
well you don't even know me
punk _you don't know me
stereotype me cuz you don't like me
10 Stinkfinger (03:03)
I've seen your campus
and thinking I've been there before
you know someting, I live in this pig pen
this filthy pig pit next door
another stench of my auroma
stick that nose up in the air
is that the excuse you use to ruin me
--chorus--
I need to get you outta my way
pack them bags boy get the fuck outta here
need to get you outta my way
love thy neighbor, love my neigbor
yeah right_right
yo J, drop that one down
your existence means less now that it probably ever has before
you've got your head up your ass
out of your mouth comes nothing but shhhhhh
still I listen, I absorb
you amuse me idiot
all bent outta shape
'cause i piss on your gate
--chorus--
I need to get you outta my way
pack them bags you boy get the fuck outta here
need to get you outta my way
love thy neighbor, love my neigbor
right_right
and you don't stop
and we won't stop
that's right
and you can't stop
this shit, it just won't stop
let's take it to the curb if you can stand it, put yourself in my position man -repeat x2
let's take it to the curb, put yourself in my position man
ahh, take it to the curb, put yourself in my position man
punk, how you wanna take it to the curb
ahh, you wanna take it to the curb
ahh put ya, put ya, ahh, put yourself in my position man
man, punk, you're gone
break, break, break
and you don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
got it
stinky, stinky finger
and you don't -repeat x2
11 Indigo Flow (02:23)
Yo what up got Christian and Dino in the house Fear Factory action
kick off this new joint here for all my homies
Separating the true breeds my friends and my family had the vision
when the bounds now it's blowing up
props to the Field Dog with the funk through the campaign gold
records and Champaign
Everlast for the tour on St. Patty's Chino, man we had a blast with ya
Deftones rock that microphones daily props to the maestro
Ross your an angel hey DJ wanna play that song Lethal we love you
like a brother
want to take a trip to the Flip side Jordan nothing more then I could
say see ya walking hand in hand
with the prophet Danny you took us to that fat man Harry, Tyler props
for the golden introduction we're coming from the town of the unknown
Jacksonville's on the map look us up raising eyebrows with the
Jaguars kid better watch out line 'em up cheetah (indigo) yo Richard,
Rob and Chuck (indigo) hook it up when I walk out on stage all
headaches go away got the back from the sickest road crew Chris
and Bobby for sticking to it Sugar Ray taught me life was all about
drinking bow wow yippee yo yippee yea to the funk doobi thanks for
showing up all my brothers in KoRn I love you dad and momma I'm
coming home what up to my girl Sage Shawn, Teddy Swoze Indigo
Ranch alive with the vibe Grun Dig Danny in the Milk Bar Terry Parker
you know what's up dialed into The Planet and God I love you
12 Leech (02:11)
Tell me why ya came, tell me why you're here tell me why your voice is
always ringing in my ear
you wanna be the man hangin with my crew who the hell are
you though
I see you're always at my shows, always with my bros.
Always finding places where I think nobody goes
I can't seem to shake you from this so now I have to break
you from this
(Chorus) Can't you just let me be leech
aw, get it straight
can't you take a hint, thought you had a friend that's such a
shame that you're coming around again.
and I'd really love to take ya out like Chuck Norris instead I'd
kick 'em with a vocal, slap 'em with a chorus
Man I really shouldn't have to beg
What makes me sick is when your mommy and daddy hit the
bed
oh you say you'll not get that picture so I'll frame this scripta
to grip ya
(Chorus) stop sticking around - 3x
13 Everything (16:26)
I'm so ... frustrated
Somebody's been making me ...
So sick inside...
Oh, Go with your heart, go with your heart
Yeah, right
You're telling me
I'm just not good enough for you
Let's change, lets be something we're not
And become what everybody else is
Aw, so much builds up inside.
It's fucking rediculous
I don't know how I should
Freak the fuck out on you
just sit back and laugh
Cuz you want more
You don't have anything
And me
I have everything
Yeah, I have everything What more could I ask for
Nothing at all....
Don't run and hide
Don't you keep it inside no more x2
Don't you run and hide x2
Why does it have to be this way at the end?
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Di poddoski
Questo album spaccava, questo era il vero sound degli ormai perduti Limp Bizkit che in tanti rimpiangono.
Fred Durst ci metteva ancora la rabbia e la grinta di uno che ha voglia di fare musica e non solo soldi.
