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Il vichingo smarrito.
Lo comprai da giovine solo ed esclusivamente per la copertina. Il barbone vichingo armato di ascia sanguinante che si fa largo calpestando cadaveri. Anche se il retro a dir la verità mi aveva messo qualche dubbio, con i sei tizi ritratti davanti a un saloon o un negozio da scarpe, non ricordo (uno era pure in sciavatte), mi dissi: questi spaccheranno, puro metal! Cazzo, e chi se la poteva immaginare una sorpresa del genere? Uno s'aspetta i cloni dei Manowar e invece spuntano fuori i cuginetti dei Lynyrd Skynyrd: rock SUDISTA!!!, mortacci tua Molly.
Una volta ripresomi, il disco l'ho lasciato girare lo stesso, e devo dire un paio di cosette fondamentalmente prima di scolare i maccheroni:
1) due canzoni, Flirtin' with disaster e Long time, agli estremi l'una con l'altra, valgono tutto il disco: la prima è una cavalcata, e visto che c'è il vichingo, diciamo da valchirie, o da rodeo; l'altra è un lento coi controcazzi, con un giro di chitarra limpido come il whisky, te li immagini proprio 'sti 'mbriaconi assisi al bancone intenti ad acchiappare il bicchierino lanciato dal barista. Per quanto riguarda le altre, beh, sono un pò tutte simili, troppi strumenti, troppa cagnara, tre chitarre (a che cazzo servono tre chitarre?, perché mai due bassisti?), tastiere, percussioni, Bo e Luke sul Generale Lee e un coro del Ku Klux Klan. E poi, poi c'è 'sto cantante con la tipica voce da vecchio in fase di distillazione etilica intestinale che riesce nell'impresa (notevole) di renderle tutte ancora più uguali;
2) ecco, detto questo, la domanda: le conchiglie sulle dolomiti si spiegano con il fatto che erano a mollo nel mare, ma considerato che in America si importavano negri, il vichingo nordico in Florida qualcuno mi può spiegare chi cazzo l'ha portato?
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01 Whiskey Man (03:40)
Hey whiskey man, you're running as hard as you can,
You drink your whiskey too much more than you can stand.
You have your highs, you have your lows,
Nobody knows which way you go.
Chorus:
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
It takes whiskey to make you tall,
You ain't so very damn tall at all.
You start to get straight , then you get weak,
Can't you see your on a loosing streak.
You have your highs, you have your lows,
Nobody knows which way you'll go.
Chorus:
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Hey don't you know,
I use to be there myself,
I tried to kick the habit, baby, with nobody else's help.
I have my highs, I have my lows,
But nobody knows which way I'll go.
Chorus:
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
04 Jukin' City (03:47)
I think I was about seventeen when my pappy said to me,
Come on now with me, Son,
Goin' to take you to Jukin' City.
You can stomp your foots around,
To a pickin' country band.
I'm gonna buy you all the Jack Black,
That you can surely stand.
Chorus:
Chorus:
Jukin' City, Jukin' City,
I'm going there with my old man.
Jukin' City, Jukin' City,
I'm going there with a friend.
Jukin' City is a little place down around Macon Town,
Sawdust floors, cold draft beer and women all around.
We started with two fat mamas,
They promised us a real good time.
The there fellas came into the place,
We had to fight to stay alive.
Chorus:
Jukin' City, Jukin' City,
I'm going there with my old man.
Jukin' City, Jukin City,
I'm going there with a friend.
Yes, I was about seventeen when my pappy said to me,
Come on with me, Son, Gonna take you to Jukin' City.
You can stomp your foots around,
To pickin' country band. I'm gonna buy you all that Jack Black,
That you can surely stand.
Chorus:
Jukin' City, Jukin' City,
I'm going there with my old man.
Jukin' City, Jukin' City
I'm going there with a friend.
05 Boogie No More (06:09)
Oh, People, baby, what's the matter with you?
Your feet, they ain't leaving' the ground.
Don't you just want to get up, babe,
Hearing this rocking sound?
Don't you just want to jump on up,
And kick your chairs out of the way?
OOh we're going to rock you, baby,
Rock you till the break of day.
Chorus:
We ain't never had no problem before,
Nobody seems to want to boogie no more.
Oh, it's easy, can't you see?
Gonna give it to you one time.
Oh, People, baby, what's the matter with you?
Your feet, they're leaving' the ground.
I know that you get on up, baby,
Hearing this rockin' sound.
Don't you just want to jump on up,
And kick your chairs out of the way.
MMM' gonna rock you , baby,
Rock you till the break of day.
06 Flirtin' With Disaster (05:00)
I'm travelin' down the road,
I'm flirtin' with disaster.
I've got the pedal to the floor,
My life is running faster.
I'm out of money, I'm out of hope,
It looks like self destruction.
Well how much more can we take,
With all of this corruption.
Been flirtin' with disaster,
Ya'll know what I mean.
And the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you want to be - YEAH.
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny.
I'm travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Yeah! I've tried to turn my head away,
Feels about the same most every day.
Speeding down the fast lane,
Playin' from town to town.
The boys and I have been burnin' it up,
Can't seem to slow it down.
I've got the pedal to the floor,
Our lives are runnin' faster,
Got our sights set straight ahead,
But I ain't sure what we're after.
Flirtin' with disaster,
And ya'll damn sure know what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you plan to be - Yea!!
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny.
Yeah!! We're travelin' down that lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Don't try to turn my head away,
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.
And you are, too, baby
It ain't for everybody
Flirtin' with disaster
And ya'll know what I mean.
You know the way we run our lives,
It makes no sense to me.
I don't know about yourself or,
What you plan to be - Yeah!!
When we gamble with our time,
We choose our destiny.
Yeah, we're travelin' down this lonesome road.
Feel like I'm dragging a heavy load.
Don't try to turn my head away
I'm flirtin' with disaster every day.
08 Gunsmoke (03:13)
Well I rode into town with my ear to the ground
Looking for the right hand to play
I felt just right in the heat of the night
I'd ridden many miles that day
I heard of a place where men got together
Playin' and layin' it down
I'm going in to win, but Lord, what a sin
I didn't know they'd gun me down
Chorus:
Gunsmoke on the horizon, hiding the setting sun
Gunsmoke on the horizon, I grabbed my horse and run
Well the dealer was blind and I was trying to find
A way to keep the winnings I'd found
The smoke was thick, the tension was thicker
I still thought they'd gun me down
Chorus:
Gunsmoke on the horizon, hiding the setting sun
Gunsmoke on the horizon, I grabbed my horse and run
I didn't come into this ol' two horse town to get all shot I've
got a little livin' on my mind
Aces and eights, ha-ha-ha-ha
Now the dealer dealt me eight and I had my straight
I knew the other men would call
The booze was a flowin', my cards were showing But
my back was up against the wall
Chorus:
Gunsmoke on the horizon, hiding the setting sun
Gunsmoke on the horizon, I grabbed my horse and run
C'mon Thunder
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