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Illusioni perdute, rabbia, indolenza...ai vecchi tempi folk l'aria era magica. Ora tutte le foto son cadute dai muri e servono canzoni dalla luna storta. Laurel Canyon è piena di grassoni ma io ho ancora qualche incanto dei miei e anche qualche chitarra cattiva. Intanto, come fiammella in una zona d'ombra, una pallida luce attraversa il vetro e su uno spettrale tremolar di suono la malinconia s'insinua sottopelle. Adesso vivo sulla spiaggia e i gabbiani sono fuori portata, ma nel loro volo carico di pioggia c'è una voglia di sole che ritorna, un misterioso brivido che allude al calore. Non starnazzare la gioia come un'oca e canta sventura se sventura non vuoi. Butta nel fuoco tutti i tuoi fantasmi e guarda le fiamme spegnersi come fa la musica quando non si spegne mai.
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04 For the Turnstiles (03:15)
All the sailors with their seasick mamas
Hear the sirens on the shore,
Singin' songs for pimps with tailors
Who charge ten dollars at the door.
You can really learn a lot that way
It will change you in the middle of the day.
Though your confidence may be shattered,
It doesn't matter.
All the great explorers
Are now in granite laid, (in Granite Lake?)
Under white sheets for the great unveiling
At the big parade.
You can really learn a lot that way
It will change you in the middle of the day.
Though your confidence may be shattered,
It doesn't matter.
All the bushleague batters
Are left to die on the diamond.
In the stands the home crowd scatters
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles.
06 On the Beach (06:59)
The world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away,
The world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away.
All my pictures are fallin' from the wall where I placed them yesterday.
The world is turnin', I hope it don't turn away.
I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day,
I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day.
Though my problems are meaningless, that don't make them go away.
I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day.
I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone,
I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone.
Now I'm livin' out here on the beach, but those seagulls are still out of reach.
I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone.
Get out of town, think I'll get out of town,
Get out of town, think I'll get out of town.
I head for the sticks with my bus and friends,
I follow the road, though I don't know where it ends.
Get out of town, get out of town, think I'll get out of town.
'Cause the world is turnin', I don't want to see it turn away.
07 Motion Pictures (04:23)
Motion pictures on my TV screen,
A home away from home, livin' in between
But I hear some people have got their dream.
I've got mine.
I hear the mountains are doin' fine,
Mornin' glory is on the vine,
And the dew is fallin', the ducks are callin'.
Yes, I've got mine.
Well, all those people, they think they got it made
But I wouldn't buy, sell, borrow or trade
Anything I have to be like one of them.
I'd rather start all over again.
Well, all those headlines, they just bore me now
I'm deep inside myself, but I'll get out somehow,
And I'll stand before you, and I'll bring a smile to your eyes.
Motion pictures, motion pictures.
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Altre recensioni
Di Mario
Neil entra nella cabina e si siede da solo davanti al microfono, e sente qualcosa di oscuro, si sente solo.
Vorrebbe massacrare tutti i divi di Holliwood a bordo delle loro lussuose macchine, vorrebbe essere Charles Manson per un giorno...
Di donjunio
"Neil Young si trova solo nella spiaggia dei miraggi svaniti e del disincanto."
"Mai Viaggio al termine della notte è stato più ispirato e toccante in ambito rock: e Neil Young è ancora tra noi."
