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Non mi è mai piaciuto recensire una raccolta, non è un'opera completa da cui trapela un pezzettino della vita dell'autore, in cui si respira un certo stato d'animo dell'artista. Le raccolte in genere hanno solo valore commerciale.... Tuttavia, con Waters è stato diverso.
Questo disco incarna a pieno il prototipo del genio blues, quell'animo di scazzata spensieratezza che separa un uomo in quanto uomo dalla maschera che è costretto a indossare ogni giorno sul lavoro, in famiglia, davanti al sistema e concedersi una birra o due, una sigaretta e un ballo degno di questo nome. Perchè, come in "Fight Club", siamo gente comune, che al di fuori si tratta con indifferenza e freddezza, ma dentro quel locale, mentre suona quella musica, non ci sono più gradi, nè classi sociali, nè rancori, nè invidie... Solo uomini e donne e vita, tanta vita. Ecco le sensazioni che si provano. Ecco cosa rievoca questo disco, nel nostro animo. Situazioni vissute forse solo tra i fotogrammi di un vecchio film, o nella nostra immaginazione... Sensazioni fortemente sottolineate dalla scarsa qualità della registrazione che anzichè essere una pecca, come sarebbe per qualsiasi altro disco, dona all'opera quel certo non so che di figo...
Un po' come la voce del vecchio Muddy, una voce amica e complice nello stesso tempo, una voce profonda e umana, che riscalda chi la ascolta. No, non è solo conforto quello che deriva dall'ascolto del disco... Sembra strano, ma è un disco che mette voglia di fare. Un po' come se, cantando "Baby, please, don't go!" ti volesse in realtà dire: "Ehi, fretello, cosa stai lì a sfracellarti i coglioni? Spaccati il culo finchè devi, che tanto per allentare la tensione puoi fare un salto al locale stasera e berti una o due birre, e fumare una sigaretta, e ballare...". E in fondo non è così la vita di noi, poveri appartenenti al ceto medio-basso? Non è questo il nostro destino, forse? avere una vita qualunque, diventare tanti uomini invisibili che vivono all'ombra degli altolocati, sbarcare il lunario in qualche squallido ufficio di provincia, pensare solo ai nostri meschini interessi piccolo-borghesi, fregarcene di chi muore nel terzo mondo, dei bambini sfruttati eccetera, "tanto sono cose che continueranno a succedere"?
Beh il blues sembra gridarcelo a gran forza: siete voi gli uomini più felici della terra, voi che dovete spaccarvi il culo, poichè senza spaccarselo non si sa cosa sia la soddisfazione... Lo disse pure Johnny Cash, mi sembra, credo... Boh, vabbè ora me ne vado, esco un po'... magari vado a fare un salto al locale, mi bevo una o due birre, mi fumo una sigaretta e ballo un po'...
Elenco tracce e testi
02 Got My Mojo Working (02:50)
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand
I'm going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand
I'm gonna have all you women right here at my command
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
I got a gypsy woman giving me advice(2x)
She got some red hot tips I'm keepin' them on ice.
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working
Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you
09 You Shook Me (02:44)
You know you shook me, baby
you shook me all night long
You know you shook me, baby
you shook me all night long
Oh, you kept on shakin' me darlin',
Oh, you messed up my happy home
You know you move me baby,
just like a hurricane
You know you move me baby,
just like a hurricane
Oh, you know you move me darling,
just like an earthquake moves the land
Oh, sometimes I wonder
what my poor wife and child gonna do
Oh, sometimes I wonder
what my poor wife and child gonna do
Oh, you know you made me mistreat them, darlin'
Oh, I'm madly in love with you
You know you shook me, baby
you shook me all night long
11 I Can't Be Satisfied (03:41)
Well I'm goin' away to leave
Won't be back no more
Goin' back down south, child
Don't you want to go?
Woman I'm troubled, I be all worried in mind
Well baby I just can't be satisfied
And I just can't keep from cryin'.
Well I feel like snappin'
Pistol in your face
I'm gonna let some graveyard
Lord be your resting place
Woman I'm troubled, I be all worried in mind
Well baby I can never be satisfied
And I just can't keep from cryin'.
Well now all in my sleep
Hear my doorbell ring
Looking for my baby
I couldn't see not a doggone thing
Woman I was troubled, I was all worried in mind
Well honey I could never be satisfied
And I just couldn't keep from cryin'.
Well I know my little old baby
She gonna jump and shout
That old train be late man, Lord
And I come walking out
I be troubled, I be all worried in mind
Well honey ain't no way in the world could we be satisfied
And I just can't keep from crying.
12 Baby Please Don't Go (03:18)
Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go, down to New Orleans
You know I love you so
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone
Turn your lamp down low
Turn your lamp down low
Turn your lamp down low
I beg you all night long, baby, please don't go
You brought me way down here
You brought me way down here
You brought me way down here
'bout to Rolling Forks, you treat me like a dog
Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go, back the New Orleans
I beg you all night long
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
I get you way'd out here, and let you walk alone
You know your man down gone
You know your man down gone
You know your man down gone
To the country farm, with all the shackles on
15 I'm Ready (03:02)
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
I got an axe handle pistol on a graveyard frame
That shoot tombstone bullets, wearin' balls and chain
I'm drinkin' TNT, I'm smokin' dynamite
I hope some screwball start a fight
'Cause I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
All you pretty little chicks with your pretty little hair
I know you feels like I ain't nowhere
But stop what your doin' baby come overhere
I'll prove to you baby, that I ain't no square
Because I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
I been drinkin' gin like never before
I feel so good, I want you to know
One more drink, I wish you would
I takes a whole lotta lovin' to make me feel good
'Cause I'm ready, ready as anybody can be
Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
17 Forty Days And Forty Nights (02:50)
Forty days and forty nights
Since my baby left this town
Sunshinin' all day long
But the rain keep comin' down
She's my life I need her so
Why she left I just don't know
Forty days and forty nights
Since I set right down and cried
Keep rainin' all the time
But the river is runnin' dry
Lord help me it just ain't right
I love that girl with all-a my might
Forty days and forty nights
Since my baby broke my heart
Searchin' for her in a while
Like a blind man in the dark
Love can make a poor man rich
Or break his heart I don't know which
Forty days and forty nights
Like a ship out on the sea
Prayin' for her each night
That she would come back-a home to me
Life is love and love is right
I hope she come back home tonight
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