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VIVENDO CON UNA PUTTANA.
…e ci risiamo.
Il lupo perde il pelo ma non il vizio.
Ancora qui a provare a recensire Neil Young con questo disco che, con la scusa dell’istant-opera ci rifila l’ennesimo lavoretto piatto e grezzo come un piatto di fagioli crudi preso direttamente dal freezer.
Ohhh si si, okay…è un disco CONTRO la guerra…CONTRO le bugie di ciccio-Bush…è un disco impegnato e battagliero…per carità d’iddio… ma è con tutto il resto che le palle mi fanno bungee-jumping dall’alto del prepuzio.
Oh siii certo…c’è la rabbia di un tempo, in ogni parola c’è veleno, critica, riflessione, si va secchi e pesanti con le parole… ma quel che dico io: perché cazzo farci un disco? Perché non curare meglio la parte musicale? Perché non tentare di variare un minimo questi 3 accordi 3 che ci rifila svogliatamente in quasi tutti i brani? perchè non tentare di dare una sorta di arrangiamento anche minimo alle canzoni suonate a cazzo e quasi controvoglia?
Certo, certo… si dirà che è un disco per la gggente, un disco fatto e pensato per la ggggente, che nasce dalla rabbia generalizzata per i tanti caduti in Iraq, che nasce dal desiderio di pacificazione del mondo occidentale con quello del Medio Oriente, una sorta di metal-folk-protest songs, un recupero delle canzoni di protesta degli anni sessanta e mille di questi cazzi.
Ci sta tutto, per carita!
Ma io dico anche: P A L L E.
Questo è un disco tremendamente noioso e moscio che se si può salvare a livello letterario ma che è sicuramente da affondare per la parte musicale, prevedibile, stanca e autocitazionista come poche (vedi anche quella mezza cagata di "Greendale"). Neil Young che rifà se stesso in una caricatura quasi imbarazzante senza mordente, credibilità e, in ultima, piacevolezza d’ascolto.
Ma si…si…calma…certamente ci sono pure i cori di oltre 100 voci comuni (che fa tanto “impegno sociale”) di “Looking for a Leader” in apertura di America The Beautiful che fa rimpiangere quasi le ballate pacifiste e corali di John Lennon… tutto da copione.
Ma torno a chiedermi: perché un disco?
Uno come Neil Young che ormai tutto può e tutto gli verrebbe pubblicato, ecco…uno così perché non ha scritto un libro sull’argomento? Perché non un articolo bello e corposo su “Internazionale”, un saggio, un libricino, un blog o che so io invece che un disco zeppo di slogan e luoghi comuni per altro prevedibili e retorici (quanto, per certi versi, discutibili)?
Scrivere i testi di una canzone, si sà, prevede una certa sintesi che è anche una sorta di “scorciatoia” se vogliamo per evitare discorsi più articolati e analisi più complesse e più difficili da argomentare. Ma invece di mandare un po’ a puttane i discorsi e galleggiare nel mare dei luoghi comuni, scegliendo quindi la via più facile, non poteva fare dell’altro?
Allora, intanto, scrivo due righe in via ufficiale al signor Young e poi vedremo:
Roma, 16 novembre 2006.
Spettabile sig. Young, se, come si dice, avesse avuto davvero voglia di “tirar fuori le palle”, perché non ha affrontato in maniera più coraggiosa e “seria” l’argomento “guerra” su mezzi più consoni e approfonditi? Perché rifugiarsi in un dischetto mediocre di canzoni assolutamente precingibili e sciatte per dire solo quello che in qualche modo il suo pubblico adora sentirsi dire?
Perché cavalcare l’onda dell’impegno civile di serie B con un’operazione francamente discutibile che rimane su un livello superficiale e poco argomentato? E soprattutto la cosa che più mi preme: PERCHE’ NON HA FATTO ALMENO UN BEL DISCO come i tanti che fece in passato?
Grazie della eventuale risposta…
Suo ex-ammiratore.
Lesto B. ”
(Se qualcuno poi avesse la compiacenza di tradurla gli sarei tremendamente grato. A spedirgliela ci penso io. Ovviamente. . . )
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 After the Garden (03:23)
Won't need no shadow man
Runnin' the government
Won't need no stinkin' WAR
Won't need no haircut
Won't need no shoe shine
After the garden is gone
After the garden is gone
After the garden is gone
What will people do?
After the garden is gone
What will people say?
After the garden
Won't need no strong man
Walkin' through the night
To live a weak man's day
Won't need no purple haze
Won't need no sunshine
After the garden is gone
After the garden is gone
After the garden is gone
Where will people go?
After the garden is gone
What will people know?
After the garden
After the garden is gone
After the garden is gone
(We live in the garden of Eden, yeah
Don't know why we wanna tear the whole thing to the ground
We live in the garden of Eden, yeah
Don't know why we wanna tear the whole thing down
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden)
03 The Restless Consumer (05:47)
The people have heard the news
The people have spoken
You may not like what they said
But they weren't jokin'
Way out on the desert sands
Lies a desperate lover
They call her the "Queen of Oil"
So much to discover
Don't need no ad machine
Telling me what I need
Don't need no Madison Avenue War
Don't need no more boxes I can see
Covered in flags but I can't see them on TV
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
The restless consumer flies
Around the world each day
With such an appetite for taste and grace
People from around the world
Need someone to listen
We're starving and dying from our disease
We need your medicine
How do you pay for war
And leave us dyin' ?
When you could do so much more
You're not even tryin'
Don't need no TV ad
Tellin' me how sick I am
Don't want to leave
Don't want to know how many people are like me
Don't need no dizziness
Don't need no nausea
Don't need no side effects like diarrhea or sexual death
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
The restless consumer lies
Asleep in her hotel
With such an appetite
For anything that sells
A hundred voices from a hundred lands
Need someone to listen
People are starving here and there
They don't see the world the way you do
There's no mission accomplished here
Just death to thousands
A hundred voices from a hundred lands
Cry out in unison
Don't need no terror squad
Don't want no damned Jihad
Blowin' themselves away in my hood
But we don't talk to them
So we don't learn from them
Hate don't negotiate with Good
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
Don't need no more lies
The restless comsumer flies
Around the world each day
With such an appetite for efficiency
And pace...
Don't need no more lies.
04 Shock and Awe (04:52)
Back in the days of shock and awe
We came to liberate them all
History was the cruel judge of overconfidence
Back in the days of shock and awe
Back in the days of "mission accomplished"
Our chief was landing on the deck
The sun was setting on a golden photo op
Back in the days of "mission accomplished"
Thousands of bodies in the ground
Brought home in boxes to a trumpet's sound
No one sees them coming home that way
Thousands buried in the ground
Thousands of children scarred for life
Millions of tears for a soldier's wife
Both sides are losing now
Heaven takes them in
Thousands of children scarred for life
We had a chance to change our mind
But somehow wisdom was hard to find
We went with what we knew and now we can't go back
But we had a chance to change our mind.
05 Families (02:25)
When you try to bring our spirit home
Won't you celebrate our lives
In a way that's right for our children
And families
When you write your songs about us
Won't you try to do us justice
Because we want to be just like you
And your families
I see a light ahead
There's a chill wind blowin' in my head
I wish that I was home instead
With my family
There's a universe between us now
But I want to reach our and tell you how
Much you mean to me
And my family
I'm goin' back to the USA
I just got my ticket today
I can't wait to see you again
In the USA.
08 Lookin' for a Leader (04:03)
Lookin' for a leader
To bring our country home
Re-unite the red, white and blue
Before it turns to stone
Lookin' for somebody
Young enough to take it on
Clean up the corruption
And make the country strong
Walkin' among our people
There's someone who's straight and strong
To lead us from desolation
And a broken world gone wrong
Someone walks among us
And I hope he hears the call
And maybe it's a woman
Or a black man after all
Maybe it's Obama
But he thinks that he's too young
Maybe it's Colin Powell
To right what he's done wrong
America has a leader
But he's not in the House
He's walking here among us
And we've got to seek him out
Yeah we've got our election
But corruption has a chance
We got to have a clean win
To regain confidence
America is beautiful
But she has an ugly side
We're lookin' for a leader
In this country far and wide
We're lookin' for a leader
With the great spirit on his side
Someone walks among us
And I hope he hears the call
And maybe it's a woman
Or a black man after all
09 Roger and Out (04:25)
Trippin' down that old Hippie Highway
Got to thinkin' 'bout you again
Wonderin' how it really was for you
And how it happened in the end
But I guess I'll never know the truth
If you were really all alone
We were just a couple of kids then
Livin' each and every day
When we both went down to register
We were laughin' all the way
That's when we named it The Hippie Highway
I still call it that today
Roger and out good buddy
I still call it that today
Two camaros racin' down the road
Feels just like yesterday
Roger and out good buddy
I feel you in the air today
I know you gave for your country
I feel you in the air today
Roger and out good buddy
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Di donjunio
Gli strali di Young sono squarci illuminanti sugli USA odierni, cronache folgoranti e persino ironiche.
Don’t need no Tv Ad tellin’ me how sick I am: è la musica il messaggio di questo meraviglioso sessantenne.
