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Ho deciso di scrivere questa recensione nonostante il disco sia già stato recensito più e più volte. Il motivo è che le recensioni sull'unplugged dei Nirvana è d'uopo che debbano essere infarcite di un lirismo patetico e fine a se stesso, che non esprime niente di interessante o di veramente attinente al disco stesso. Il più delle volte si parla delle candele, dell'incenso, dei tappeti persiani, dei fiori e della camicia di Cobain. Per poi indulgere nel più assurdo patetismo, su quanto l'emozione, più che la canzone, abbia giocato un ruolo decisivo nel successo del disco. Profluvi di lacrime sull'unplugged a New York. Profezie di morte, di dolore, di commozione. E poi sproloqui e puro sfoggio di dottrina sulle cover eseguite durante la serata. Chi non conosce i Meat Puppets? I Leadbelly? O il signor Bowie? Ma eravamo su MTV, e Cobain lo dice, "About a girl", molti non la conoscevano. Figuriamoci i Meat Puppets. E non c'è niente di lirico in tutto questo. Millantare conoscenza è quanto di più vile e prosastico si possa immaginare. E fingere il lirismo e la commozione è un'espediente meschino, il risultato è mediocre, è scadente.
Passando al disco, è inutile dire che ci troviamo di fronte ad un riuscito episodio di live acustico, con tanto di atmosfera suggestiva ed emozionante. Bello quanto vogliamo, toccante quanto volete. Lirico, sì. Ma Cobain era visibilmente drogato, aveva i capelli sporchi e due come Krist e Dave sono tutto fuorchè lirici. Si mettono a suonare le canzoni dei Nirvana alla chitarra acustica, come ognuno di noi ha fatto, davanti al caminetto o in giardino. E ci mettono i Meat Puppets, i Leadbelly, Bowie. Gran serata a New York, a tu per tu con i Nirvana. Cobain non ti guarda, fugge la telecamera, beve un thè. Disagio, noia, imbarazzo. Altro che poesia ed emozione.
L'emozione di quel live è legata solo al nostro egoismo, alla nostra fantasia sovraeccitata, all'impulso incosciente di voler creare miti. Tutto il resto è prosa.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 About a Girl (03:38)
I need an easy friend.
I do, with an ear to lend
I do, think you fit this shoe
I do, but you have a clue
I'll take advantage
While you hang me out to dry
But I can't see you every night for free
I do
I'm standing in your line
I do, hope you have the time
I do, pick a number two
I do, keep a date with you
I'll take advantage
While you hang me out to dry
But I can't see you every night for free
I do
I need an easy friend
I do, with an ear to lend
I do, think you fit this shoe
I do, but you have a clue
I'll take advantage
While you hang me out to dry
But I can't see you every night
No, I can't see you every night for free
I do, I do, I do, I do
03 Jesus Doesn't Want Me for a Sunbeam (04:37)
Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me
Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for thee
Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me
Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me
(x2)
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for thee
Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me
Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for thee
Originally by The Vaselines. Correct title should be "Jesus Don't
Want Me For a Sunbeam". An incorrect title, using "Doesn't", is printed
on the MTV Unplugged CD and covers. Though, I think the Vaselines used
the title "Jesus wants me for a sunbeam" ... !
04 The Man Who Sold the World (04:21)
We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World
I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
We walked a million hills
I must have died alone
A long, long time ago
Who knows?
Not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
Who knows?
Not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
05 Pennyroyal Tea (03:40)
I'm on my time with everyone
I have very bad posture
Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
Distill the life that's inside of me
Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
I'm anemic royalty
Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld
So I can sigh eternally
I'm so tired I can't sleep
I'm anemic royalty
I'm a liar and a thief
I'm anemic royalty
I'm on warm milk and laxatives
Cherry-flavored antacids
Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
Distill the life that's inside of me
I'm anemic royalty
Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
Distill the life that's inside of me
I'm anemic royalty
06 Dumb (02:52)
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Or maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy
My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover
Have a hangover
Have a hangover
Have a hangover
Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
My day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
07 Polly (03:16)
Polly wants a cracker
Think I should get off her first
Think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch
Isn't me
Have a seat
Let me clip
Dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Cut Yourself
Want some help
Please myself
Got some rope
Have been told
Promise you
Heaven True
Let me take a ride
Cut yourself
Want some help
Please myself
Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like some food
She asked me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few
Isn't me
Have a seat
Let me clip
Dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Cut yourself
Want some help
Please myself
Got some rope
Have been told
Promise you
Have been true
Let me take a ride
Cut yourself
Want some help
Please myself
Polly said
Polly says her back hurts
She's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
Amazes me the will of instinct
Isn't me
Have a seat
Let me clip
Dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Cut yourself
Want some help
Please myself
Got some rope
Have been told
Promise you
Have been true
Let me take a ride
Cut yourself
Want some help
Please myself
08 On a Plain (03:44)
I'll start this off without any words.
I got so high that I scratched 'till I bled.
I love myself better than you.
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
The finest day that I ever had,
Was when I learned to cry on command.
I love myself better than you.
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plain, I can't complain.
I'm on a plain.
My mother died every night.
It's safe to say, don't quote me on that.
I love myself better than you.
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
The black sheep got blackmailed again.
Forgot to put on the zip code.
I love myself better than you.
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plain, I can't complain.
I'm on a plain.
Somewhere I have heard this before,
In a dream my memory has stored.
As a defense, I'm neutered and spayed.
What the hell am I trying to say?
It is now time to make it unclear,
To write off lines that don't make sense.
I love myself better than you.
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
One more special message to go,
And then I'm done, then I can go home.
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plain, I can't complain.
I'm on a plain, I can't complain.
I'm on a plain, I can't complain.
I'm on a plain, I can't complain.
09 Something in the Way (04:01)
Underneath the bridge, the tarp has sprung a leak,
And the animals I trapped have all become my pets,
And I'm living off of grass and the drippings from my ceiling.
It's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings.
Something in the way... mmm...
Something in the way, yeah... mmm...
Something in the way... mmm...
Something in the way, yeah... mmm...
Something in the way... mmm...
Something in the way, yeah... mmm...
Underneath the bridge, the tarp has sprung a leak,
And the animals I trapped have all become my pets,
And I'm living off of grass and the drippings from my ceiling.
It's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings.
Something in the way... mmm...
Something in the way, yeah... mmm...
Something in the way... mmm...
Something in the way, yeah... mmm...
Something in the way... mmm...
Something in the way, yeah... mmm...
Something in the way... mmm...
Something in the way, yeah... mmm...
10 Plateau (03:38)
Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands
There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words
When you've finished with the mop then you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work it was fun
There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words
Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau
Some said it was in Greenland and some say Mexico
Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could
12 Lake of Fire (02:55)
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
See 'em again 'till the fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And flew away howling on the yellow moon
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
See 'em again 'till the fourth of July
The people cry and the people moan
They look for a dry place to call their home
Try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils try to make 'em their own
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
See 'em again 'till the fourth of July
(Originally by the Meat Puppets)
13 All Apologies (04:23)
What else should I be
All apologies
What else could I say
Everyone is gay
What else could I write
I don't have the right
What else should I be
All apologies
In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
I'm married
Buried
I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame
Aqua Sea Foam shame
Sunburn with freezeburn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy
In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
Married, Maried, Maried!
Buried!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
14 Where Did You Sleep Last Night? (05:06)
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
Her husband, was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
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Di KurtTheFish
Brividi. Magici brividi.
Quasi un preludio a quello che sarebbe accaduto pochi mesi più tardi.
Di jackas
Questo album è davvero una chicca!!!
L’ascoltatore viene rapito dalla voce straziante e melanconica di Kurt Cobain, carica di rabbia e di profondo dolore.
Di andrewramone
Forse il disco dal vivo più bello della storia della musica.
Un disco delicato, tenero: per quanto sia basso il volume, la voce di Cobain è sempre in primo piano.
