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Terzo capitolo di questa band californiana, lanciata negli anni novanta verso un pubblico più vasto (in occasione del loro secondo album Throwing Copper) nientemeno che da un certo Michael Stipe (si... il frontman dei REM).
Dopo un esordio piuttosto acustico e un secondo album (quello citato prima) che suona più rock, eccoci a Secret Samadhi, un album nero, già a partire dalla copertina.
Suoni gravi e atmosfere cupe, accompagnate da melodie sofferte (come in Rattlesnake o Graze) e da alcuni episodi esplosivi ("Heropsychodreamer" o "Lakini's Juice"). La voce, a tratti in falsetto, di Ed Kowalczyk rende il tutto ancor più lacerante. Probabilmente il miglior album della band, che nel frattempo, contando anche un best, é giunta al suo settimo album ufficiale. Dunque un gruppo navigato ma poco conosciuto... dateci un occhio!
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01 Rattlesnake (04:52)
let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue,
a smorgasbord
let's go hang out in a church
we'll go find lurch
then we'll haul ass down through the abbey
is it money, is it fame,
what's in a name, shame?
is it money
is it fame
or were they always this lame?
it's a crazy, crazy mixed up town
it's the rattlesnake I fear
in another place, in another time
I'd be drivin' trucks my dear
dear, dear
let's go hang out in a bar
it's not too far
we'll take my car
we'll lay flowers at the grave of jesco white
the sinner's saint
the rack is full and so are we
of laughing gas and ennui
it's a crazy, crazy mixed up town
it's the rattlesnake I fear
in another place, in another time
I'd be drivin' trucks my dear
I'll be skinnin' hunted deer
deer
02 Lakini's Juice (04:59)
it was an evening i shared with the sun
to find out where we belong
from the earliest days
we were dancing in the shadows
more whine
cuz i got to have it
more skin
cuz i got to eat it
inside the outside, by the river, used to be so calm
used to be so sane
I rushed the lady's room
took the water from the toilet
washed her feet and blessed her name
more peace
such a dirty habit
slow down, we're too afraid
let me ride
let me ride
burn my eyes
it was an evening i shared with the sun
to find out where we belong
from the earliest days
we were dancing in the shadows
slow down, we're too afraid
let me ride
let me ride
burn my eyes
let me ride
03 Graze (05:39)
people should not be afraid
we came to the earth to graze
no shortcuts to the face, this means you
a child gives you his shoes
.
people should not be afraid
we came to the earth to graze
if it slithers into the haze
it can't be true
a child gives you his shoes
.
in the early morning, cut her down
the pill, she needs your love
forget your mother and your father
they aren't important son
.
we came to the earth to graze
everyone's diggin' in
now there's no time to live
live
.
people should not be afraid
the artist does figure eights
but will it stand the test of time
or will it rot
like the mission that tried too hard
.
in the early morning, cut her down
the pill, she needs your love
forget your mother and your father
you'll fall apart inside
04 Century (03:22)
Everybody's here
Puke stinks like beer
This could be a city
This could be a graveyard
You stole my idea
You stole my idea
Everybody's anxious
For the coming of the crisis
The collapse of the justice
I can smell your armpits
You stole my idea
You stole my idea
You stole my idea
This puke stinks like beer
And everybody's here
So come on, come on, come on
Let's lay waste to this century
Come on, come on, come on
Return to nothing
Everybody's anxious
The crowd is all around us
The followers of Aldous
Are spinning with their mescaline
A man behind the altar screams
You stole my idea
You were my idea!
This puke stinks like beer
And everybody's here
So come on, come on, come on
Let's lay waste to this century
Come on, come on, come on
Return to nothing,
Help me
Come on, come on, come on
Let's lay waste to this century
On the edge of a kiss, smack on the lips
Dangled with tongue
On the edge of a peace
That can't stand low
And won't stand tall
Come on, come on, come on
Let's lay waste to this century
Come on, come on, come on
Return to nothing,
And help me
Come on, come on, come on
It's amazing what we can do with love
With some matches and gasoline, do with love!
It's amazing what we can do with love
05 Ghost (06:19)
Everybody has a ghost.
Everybody has a ghost who sings like you do.
Yours is not like mine.
Its alright, keep it up.
Boy looses rib in New Orleans.
He can't help eyein' up the whores
under the bridge.
Boy loses rib and lets a hellified
cry into the dark:
Where did I go wrong?
Where did I go wrong?
I never needed this before.
I need a woman
to help me feel.
Everybody has the dream.
Everybody has the dream like a world tattoo.
Yours is not like mine.
Its alright, keep it up.
The scalpel dives into the skin.
Good doctors never leave a scar.
No proof again.
I'll take the Myth,
you take the blood
Its all the same to the world dreamer.
Its all the same in the end.
Where did I go wrong?
I never needed this before.
I need a woman
to help me feel.
Everybody has a ghost.
Everybody has a ghost who sings like you.
Yours is not like mine,
Its alright, keep it up.
Boy loses rib in New Orleans
He trades some Ether for a chance
under the bridge.
Boy loses rib as he's summoned to the mud,
flat on his back,
cryin' where did I go wrong?!
Where did I go wrong?
I never needed this before.
I need a woman
to help me feel.
06 Unsheathed (03:36)
the baby's not screaming enough
the singer's not singing enough
ramana's not breathing, to us
behold the unsheathing, it's love
the blade is not ready to cut
it's dull from our thinking, it's rough
Free love is a word I can't linger too long in
"free love" was just another party
for the hippies to ruin
behold the unsheathing, it's love
behold the unsheathing, it's love
Free love is a knife through the jugular vein son
Free love, I can't afford to add up what you fucker are made of
07 Insomnia and the Hole in the Universe (04:01)
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
And I sang the dirge song
My brother never missed a beat
My brother kicked his feet to sleep, sweet feet
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
And I sang the dirge song
Angel, don't you have some bagels in my oven?
Lady, don't you know a man when you see one?
Crazy lady with the shiny shoes, where are you?
Kick you feet and calm the space that makes
You hollow
Little swami's got his bowl to eat
Little swami always walks his beat, sweet feet
Little swami's got his bowl to eat
And I sing the dirge song
It's amazing how they come to see
The little swami with his bowl to eat, sweet feet
The little swami only wears a sheet
And won't sing the dirge song
Anal, tight-assed soldier with that dogged heart
Put down your gun
We are ready to explode, we gotta take it smart
And take it slow
09 Heropsychodreamer (02:48)
I'll kill you in my dreams
I turn the other cheek during the day
I'll kill you all
The subculture of my dreams
is waiting for me to fall asleep
I know you're scared, you should be
I know you' re scared
hero
dreamer
This attic of my mind
these feelings I can't hide
I can't share
I feel alone, ah yeah
the subconcious keeps me here
I fell in love with a balladeer
I saw your tongue, it licked my heart
they called you queer
hero
dreamer
hero
They called you queer
they called you queer
they called you queer
they called you queer
10 Freaks (04:50)
If the mother goes to sleep with you
will you run and tell geraldo
If the mother bears your children without tears
without the usual costs of labor
if the mother goes to bed with you
will you run and tell the neighbors
will you hide behind that get up that you wear
or will take the first ear that comes into contact with your blade
like peter did on the hill
will you call her a freak?
will you call them freaks?
if the mother goes to bed with you
will you run and tell the papers
how she picked you from a line up in downtown philadelphia
with a cigarette hangin' out of your mouth and henry miller in your back pocket
you little fucker
if the mother goes to bed with you
in the bowels of the cathedral
will you render her asunder with what she really needs
or will you crash that beautiful silence with some talk about
finding yourself in your mother's arms
will you call her a freak
will you call them freaks
or will you call them gods
will you call them freaks
you know your sperm is weak
you never looked, so high
to ever find her so low
you did not have to go, that far
to show her you were holy
now you know they're gonna come for you
and drag your silly name into the mud
if the mother bears your children without tears
and without the usual cost of labor
11 Merica (03:22)
Looks like america's dropped her load
she was ready to explode
I could not see her from up here
cuz she was lyin' in the road
my head's in the ground
I can't make a sound
my head's in the ground
Looks like america's dropped her load
she tried to call me on the telephone
"everything is fine, now the baby's here!"
she'll have to handle this one on her own
my head's in the ground
I can't make a sound
the priests were all stoned
california was in my mind
and love was a game that we played
my head's in the ground
I can't make a sound
the priests were all stoned
the fact that you moaned
my head's in the ground (repeat)
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