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Libere associazioni di idee, oggetti che volano sconnessi.
Pensieri che ricorrono ma non si susseguono, qui la musica occupa lo spazio, non il tempo.
Psichedelia anarchica che fugge via su una pellicola da trentacinque millimetri. Non serve cercare un senso perché un senso non c'è. Emozioni, palpitazioni che fluttuano nell'aria, scariche elettriche dolorosissime, c'è un che di maestoso e bambinesco in questo film chiamato Tette, surreale e comprensibile, concreto e sfuggente, illogico. È un'opera impersonale, morbosamente piena di sé, imbarazzante.
Provo vergogna nell'immedesimarmi in questa musica, eppure fa parte di me.
I suoni e i concetti sono distorti e avvolti in una nebbia radioattiva. Le sensazioni sono dilatate ed amplificate, il contrasto cromatico è al massimo. Le sforbiciate abrasive delle chitarre di Donahue e Grasshopper sono gettate nel fango dal flauto di Thorpe. I rumori più cattivi sono anche quelli più infantili, succhiano il latte dalle mammelle. I coretti da asilo nido e i carillon di sottofondo assumono un aspetto minaccioso, ingombrante. Il sentimentalismo schizoide di Yerself Is Steam è qui portato ad estrema conseguenza, il risultato è un diamante grezzo, un universo di suoni imperfetto.
Tutto è eccessivo:
C'è solo una cosa, in Boces, che penso avremmo dovuto estendere maggiormente.
(parole e pensieri ispirati dalle incomprensibili note del libretto)
Elenco tracce testi e samples
03 Bronx Cheer (02:49)
have you seen her running 'round (have you seen her)
and the way she wears her hair (running 'round)
if you see her out tonight (have you seen her)
tell her I don't care (running 'round)
tell her I don't care (running 'round)
have you heard she's coming down (have you seen her)
with every sickness in the air (running 'round)
if you see her out tonight (have you seen her)
tell her I don't care (running 'round)
tell her I don't care
tell her I don't care (running 'round)
I don't care
I don't care
(kumbaya, kumbaya, have you seen her, let her know)
and if you get alone let her know that I don't really care
and if you get alone let her know that I don't really care
have you seen her running 'round
and the way she wears her hair
if you see her out tonight
tell her I dont care
tell her I dont care
tell her I dont care
tell her I dont care
I don't care
I don't care
(kumbaya, kumbaya, kumbaya)
05 Downs Are Feminine Balloons (06:30)
ya gotta give me a scene from your battle sky zone [scars, oh?]
i don't know
go blur the things that matter to me most
friend or foe [from the foe?]
your fume, baby
soon, baby
kaboom, kaboom, kaboom
tonight I'll dig tunnels to your nightmare room
and if there's one thing I can't stand
it's up
and if it's one thing I can't stand
it's up
should have known better than to do that stuff
that stuff can mess you up (can mess you up)
that stuff can mess you up
and if there's one thing I can't stand
it's up
and if there's one thing I can't stand
it's up
kick in the crawl from your watering hole
wailing woo
my mind pines for fluid filled eyes
what to do
your fume, baby
soon, baby
kaboom, kaboom, kaboom
tonight i'll dig tunnels to your nightmare room
and if there's one thing i can't stand
is up
and if there's one thing I can't stand
it's up
and if there's one thing I can't stand
it's up
and if there's one thing I can't stand
it's up
should have known better
than to do that stuff
that stuff it can
mess you up
09 Continuous Drunks and Blunders (00:48)
"Space Patrol, uh... I gotta be brief. I said 'cheese!' My elastic's all stretched out. She's a gas powered witch, over."
10 Girlfren (04:41)
[anyone want to help with this one? a lot of mumbling/scat.]
I hold you in my arm...
...
now I know...
...
hold you in my arm
then I feel your charm
..in the sky don't mean no thing, no
....
..gone our separate ways
....
..woke up this morning
....from the foe
..gone our separate ways
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