Di parole su questo disco se ne sono già fatte tante, troppe. Della seconda giovinezza di Mozza sono uno dei più asserti convintori. Pardon, convinti assertori. Che poi viva a Roma, si faccia arrangiare gli archi da Morricone, finalmente ammetta che un uomo gli infiamma le cosce, beh, sono cose non fondamentali. Così come forse non è fondamentale in toto la musica che c'è su questi solchi (c'è ancora il vinile, per chi vuole, e può).
Però. C'è sempre un però. C'è la perfezione assoluta che solo il vecchio (ormai) Steven Patrick riesce a distillare in tre minuti. C'è quel meraviglioso incredibile singolo. Mi hai ucciso. Nella Roma di Pasolini e degli accatoni, di Visconti e Magnani. Troppi cerchi che si chiudono. La totale malinconia della felicità. Anche quando si cambia vita. Chitarre molto Smiths, senza dubbio. Ritornello killer (appunto). Sintesi carveriana nei versi per un autore che è sempre più che prolisso, sin dai titoli.
Essendo un abbagliato, adorerò questo disco, come sempre ho fatto. Ho speso queste ultime briciole di lucidità per dichiarare pubblicamente la mia resa. Sono uscito da un (bel) po' dalla beata tristezza adolescente. Eppure. Eppure. Eppure questo stronzo mi sconfigge sempre. Miglior autore inglese da decenni. Scontroso e antipatico. Sei pure andato a vivere nel luogo più simbolico che conosco.
Che dire? You have killed me. Again.
(PS. ho trovato dei "piciu" sparsi per il sito. siete della nobile razza - bovina - piemontese?).
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02 Dear God Please Help Me (05:51)
I am walking through Rome
With my heart on a string
Dear God, please help me
And I am so very tired
Of doing the right thing
Dear God, please help me
There are explosive kegs
Between my legs
Dear God, please help me
Will you follow and know
Know me more than you do
Track me down
And try to win me?
Then he motions to me
With his hand on my knee
Dear God, did this kind of thing happen to you?
Now I'm spreading your legs
With mine in-between
Dear God, if I could I would help you
And now I am walking through Rome
And there is no room to move
But the heart feels free
The heart feels free
The heart feels free
But the heart... feels free
The heart feels free
03 You Have Killed Me (03:08)
Pasolini is me
'Accattone' you'll be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but
As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me
Piazza Cavour, what's my life for?
Visconti is me
Magnani you'll never be
I entered nothing and nothing entered me
'Til you came with the key
And you did your best but
As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes, I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me
Who am I that I come to be here...?
As I live and breathe
You have killed me
You have killed me
Yes I walk around somehow
But you have killed me
You have killed me
And there is no point saying this again
There is no point saying this again
But I forgive you, I forgive you
Always I do forgive you
05 In the Future When All's Well (03:54)
Armed with wealth and good health
The best of health
In the future when all’s well
I will lie down and be counted
In the future when all’s well
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
Lee, please stand up and defend me
In the future when all’s well
Confront what you are afraid of
In the future when all’s well
Every day I play a sad game called
In the future when all’s well
Living longer than I had intended
Something must have gone... right!
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
Please, please stand up and defend me
In the future when all’s well
Confront what you are afraid of
In the future when all’s well
Hold me closely if your will allows it
In the future when all’s well
Paired-off,
Pawed till I can barely stand it
The future is ended by a long, long sleep
The future is ended by a long, long sleep
The future is ended by a long sleep
08 I'll Never Be Anybody's Hero Now (04:14)
Warm lights from the grand houses blind me
Haves cannot stand Have-nots
And my love is under the ground
My one true love is under the ground
And I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be anybody’s hero now
I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be anybody’s hero now
They who should love me
Walk right through me
I am a ghost
And as far as I know I haven’t even died
And my love is under the ground
My one true love is under the ground
And I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be anybody’s hero now
I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be anybody’s hero now
(See as I... See as I... See as I...)
I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be anybody’s lover now
I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be anybody’s lover now
Things I’ve heard and I’ve seen
And I’ve felt and I’ve been
Tell me I’ll never be anybody’s lover now
It begins in the heart
And it hurts when it’s true
It only hurts because it’s true
10 To Me You Are a Work of Art (04:01)
I live a life
I feel the pain
To sing this song
To tell the tale
I wish I never even heard the song
I see the world
It makes me puke
But then I look at you and know
That somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me
To me you are a work of art
And I would give you my heart
That's if I had one
I see the world
It makes me puke
But then I look at you and know
That somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me
To me you are a work of art
And I would give you my heart
That's if I had one, had one
To me you are a work of art
And I would give you my heart
That's if I had one
11 I Just Want to See the Boy Happy (02:59)
Lord, these words I beg of you
As I kneel down at my bed
Because soon I will be dead
Let’s face it soon I will be dead
And I just want to
I want to see the boy happy
With some hope in his pale eyes
Is that too much to ask?
Before I die
I have one final dream
For my own life I don’t care anything
Lord these words I beg of you
As I kneel down at my bed
Let’s face it soon I will be dead
And I just want to
I want to see the boy happy
With his arms around his first love
Is that too much to ask?
Before I die
I have one final dream
For my own life I don’t care anything
And I just want to
I want to see this boy happy
Why is this such a bad thing?
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Altre recensioni
Di francis
Moz si è spogliato di ogni vezzo e si concede finalmente al pubblico con quello che a mio avviso verrà considerato il suo album più introspettivo e “umano”.
"La vita, la vita è un porcile... persino adesso nell’ultima ora della mia vita mi sto innamorando ancora, ancora".
Di sylvian1982
Lavoro veramente scialbo con un rosario di canzoni inutili fotocopiate una sull’altra.
Mi auguro che stia altri sette anni senza pubblicare niente e che gli tornino utili per progettare un album degno di tal nome.
