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Il rock in divisa? Impossibile. E già, perché se in tutto il resto del mondo era considerato un genere sinonimo di libertà e sfrenata ribellione, nel sud degli States fu strumento d’incitazione reazionaria. Fino a risalire alle grigie casacche sudiste degli Stati Confederati, patria del country rock. Rimasi incredulo e quasi affascinato all’idea che i capelloni e le sbronze che il sottoscritto si vanta di esibire come una dannazione, possano centrare qualcosa con l’ordinamento del ben pensare. Allettato all’idea di vedermi concedere una chance di redenzione senza dover neanche recitare il mea culpa, cominciai a raccogliere la discografia dei Lynyrd. Diciamo che fino a prima dell’incidente aereo che stroncò la vita del cantante Van Zant, i loro lavori valgono tutti l’ acquisto. Questo però, lo possiamo a buon ragione affermare solo a posteriori. Negli intenti dei suoi autori, “Gimme Back...” (1976) avrebbe dovuto bissare il successo degli album precedenti. Cosa che non fu, nonostante l’indubbia caratura di queste note. Deve essere stata troppo forte la tentazione di ripetersi una volta creato un clichè.
Per chi non li conosce, è anche scontato chiedersi cosa ci abbiano davvero regalato di memorabile Lynyrd a parte “Sweet Home...”. La risposta è che all’epoca si riusciva ad inventare anche solo costeggiando il blues. Mica come adesso. Vai a sentire un concerto jazz, e ti rifilano l’ esecuzione perfetta d’una improvvisazione come se si trattasse di farina del loro sacco. Questo rock sudista almeno non simula cose che non è. “Got The Same Old Blues” e “Double Trouble” prim’ancora che pezzi rock appunto, sono delle “lezioni di feeling”, incentrate su arrangiamenti chitarristici al vetriolo. Tutti i brani risentono pesantemente del country dal quale la band non sembra proprio riuscire a prescindere. Nelle ballad, che per la verità non sono proprio all’ altezza delle perle degli album precedenti (“Every Mother Son” somiglia tanto ad un piatto bis di “Simple Man” ). Nelle ruggenti strofe della titletrack, dove è recitata tutta la fierezza d’ un popolo senza razza, che innalza i suoi grezzi stereotipi ad elemento di comune aggregazione. Ma dove i pezzi spiccano davvero il volo, è durante i soli, in cui le chitarre dimostrano d’ avere anche ali oltre che artigli. Vanno citati infine i travolgenti accordi di “Searchin”, pezzo molto alla “Creedence Clearwater...”.
Mi è di recente capitato di leggere la storia dell’ episodio da cui trae origine il nome della band. Di questo Leonard Skinner, insegnante di un liceo americano degli anni sessanta che perseguitava i suoi alunni a causa della loro improbabile capigliatura. Per gente come i Lynyrd, insomma, non c’ è mai stata la possibilità di redimersi senza tradire se stessi. Ogni divisa, anche quella del grigio sudista, porta il colore d’ un diverso ordine morale, basta levargli via la polvere di dosso. Lo stesso “viva il sud” , ma il rock è roba per soli disertori.
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02 Every Mother's Son (04:57)
(Allen Collins -- Ronnie VanZant)
Well I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time
Sometimes I wonder is this the end of the line
No one should take advantage of who they are
No man has got it made
If he thinks he does, he's wrong
(chorus)
Every mother's son better hear what I say
Every mother's son will rise and fall someday
I've seen it happen so many times, so many times before
Some man got so much money he doesn't worry no more
Or he's got such a pretty woman that'll treat him fine
Well my friend has been a fool
It happens everytime
(chorus)
I'm not tryin' to preach to no one, to no one at all
I've seen so many of my good friends just rise to fall
'Cause they got so much money or a woman so fine
Well my friends have all been fools, it happens every time
(chorus)
What I say
(chorus)
What I say
Oh, every mother's son will rise and fall someday
03 Trust (04:25)
(Allen Collins -- Gary Rossington -- Ronnie VanZant)
I'd like to tell y'all a story
About a friend of mine
Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord
And have a real good time
His woman, you know she left him
And stole that boy's brand new car
And ran out of town with a guitar picker
Said he gonna be a superstar
Sure you are
(Chorus)
You can't alway trust your woman
You can't always trust your best friend
Beware of the ones that you need y'all
'Cause those might be the ones that do you in
Don't talk no stuff to no slicker
Don't tell your feelings to your friend
Don't tell your woman that you love her, because
That's when your trouble begins
There are many ladies here among us
That'll stab you in the back when you ain't around
There are many, so many of your very best friends
That'll kick you in the head when you are down
Yes they will
(Chorus)
Don't you backtalk the police
'Cause its his job to put you in the jail
They'll lock you up, boy and throw away the key
And your best friend won't even go your bail
There are many slickers here among us
That are all dressed up in suits and ties
But don't you show your pain, Lord in front of them
'Cause if you do you kiss yourself goodbye, alright
(Chorus)
04 I Got the Same Old Blues (04:08)
Have you heard that rumor that's goin' around
My baby's got a man, Lord way across town
Its the same old story
Tell me where will it end
Yes I heard the news its the same old blues again
Well I wrote you a letter, must have read it wrong
Stood at the doorway and baby you was gone
Took a lot of courage
To let the telephone ring
I got the same old blues, same old blues again
Well you gave me the business, though I didn't mind
'Cause I got a lot of patience, Lord got a lot of time
Its the same old story
Tell me where will it end
I got the same old blues, same old blues again
Here come my blues
Gonna find me a mountain and gonna hide out
Ain't talkin' to you babe, Lord I ain't comin' back
Well I heard that rumor, tell where will it end
I got the same old blues, same old blues again
Have you heard that rumor that's goin' around
My baby's got a man, Lord way across town
Its the same old story
Tell me where will this end
Yes I heard the news its the same old blues again
I got the same old blues, same old blues again
I got the blues, same old blues
05 Double Trouble (02:50)
(Allen Collins -- Ronnie VanZant)
Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail
Some of the times I been there nobody could go my bail
Well it seems to me, Lord that this ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh...
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some of the times I was innocent but the judge said guilty
I'm not one to complain now son I tell you true
When the black cat cross your trail, Lord
It comes in misery times two
(Chorus)
Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me
(Double trouble)
I said, double trouble
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Well I was born down in the gutter
With a temper as hot as fire
Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time
Well now, even mama said Son you're bad news
And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
06 Roll Gypsy Roll (02:51)
(Allen Collins -- Gary Rossington -- Ronnie VanZant)
Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines
Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin'
Well ten years on this road, my its took its toll
But the man with the plan says the band has got to go
I said roll gypsy roll
Lord just pick up your bags and go
Met many a woman on my way down the line
Every woman that I met I left satisfied
I made lots of money, just how much I don't know
But most of the money I done stuck up my nose
I said roll gypsy roll
Lord just pick up your bags and go
Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told
He's always hungry, he's always on the go
With no tomorrow, its how it seems to be
When you're moving around from town to town
Made lots of money just how much I don't know
But most of the money I done stuck up my nose
And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm going
I don't know
07 Searching (03:18)
I asked the wiseman one sunny day
Can you help me find my way
You're so much older and wiser too
Would you help me Mr. Wiseman
I'm feelin' blue
Oh I'm not satisfied
He said you're not doin too bad, not bad at all
You're just trying to walk son before you can crawl
You got stacks of money to sky up above
Now all you need is to find you a love
He sent me searchin' to find my love
He sent me searchin' to the Lord up above
He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove
And she'll tell you where to find your love
Oh Mr. Wiseman I need to find my love
You can have anything in this God's world
But you won't be happy son 'til you find a girl
Now you can be happy boy if you try
Find a woman boy, you'll be satisfied
He sent me searchin' to find my love
He sent me searchin', I said Lord up above
He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove
And she'll tell you where to find your love
He sent me searchin' to find my love
He sent me searchin', I said Lord up above
He sent me searchin' just to find the mornin' dove
And she'll tell you where to find your love
Oh Lord, he sent me searchin'
09 All I Can Do is Write About It (04:15)
Well this life that I live
has took me everywhere
There ain't no place I ain't never gone
Well it's kind of like the sayin
that you heard so many times
"Well there just ain't no place like home".
Did you ever see a She-Gator
protect her youngin?
Or fish in a river swimmin' free?
Did you ever see the beauty
of the hills of Carolina?
Or the sweetness
of the grass in Tennessee?
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write em in a song
Cuz when I can seen the concrete
a slowly creeping
Lord take me and mine before that comes
Do ya like to see a mountain stream a flowin?
Do ya like to see a youngin with his dog?
Did ya ever stop and think about
well, the air your breathing?
Well ya better listen to my song
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write em in a song
Cuz when I can see the concrete
a slowly creeping
Lord take me and mine before that comes
I'm not tryin to put down no big city
But the things they write about us is just a bore
You can take a boy out of ole' Dixieland
Lord, but you'll never take ole' Dixie from a boy
And Lord I can't make any changes
All I can do is write em in a song
Cuz when I can see the concrete
a slowly creeping
Lord take me and mine before that comes
Cuz I can see the concrete
a slowly creeping
Lord take me and mine before that comes...
RIP SAM I LOVE AND MISS YOU !!!!!!!
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