• Voto:
Quando vedo Ozzy sento quello che probabilmente sentono i Cristiani, i Musulmani, o qualunque altra ridicola farsa sia una scusa per uccidere della gente e prelevare ricchezza agli stolti ed ai deboli di questi tempi quando vedono le immagini di Dio o Maometto (Allah non può essere raffigurato… naturalmente c’ è il rischi che per il fatto di essere a conoscenza di questa informazione io sia arrestato come potenziale terrorista islamico… MA È PER LA NOSTRA SICUREZZA CAZZO DOVREMMO ESSERE GRATI A QUEI PORCI FOTTUTI CHE CI GOVERNANO).
Sento una calda sicurezza… se lui (con Lemmy e Keith Richards) è ancora vivo, c’è qualche cazzo di speranza anche per me di vedere i miei nipotini. Chiaramente Ozzy è il mio idolo, nonostante Sharon faccia di tutto per vendere il suo culo vecchio e flaccido, e quindi quest’ennesima presa per il culo, cioè il quarto disco del recente boxset "Prince Of Darkness", già di per sè in parte una presa per il culo, (cioè ancora un disco di cover già edite con l’aggiunta di quattro cover inedite) per me è fantastico… ma per il consumatore medio? Presupponendo che abbia gusti musicali un minimo decenti (concetto già di per sé dai contorni sfumati… è disprezzabile chi ascolta i Blue o Tiziano Ferro? Cazzo, ovvio che si… ), il consumatore medio trarrà giovamento da quest’album?
Fondamentalmente è un album estremamente pacchiano, caciarone, ma divertente e, in alcuni casi anche toccante ("In My Life" dei Beatles e, soprattutto, "Working Class Hero" di Lennon, dove un emozionato Ozzy, dopo quarantacinque minuti di musica può finalmente dire un F_U_C_K senza inquinare, già presente nel testo di Lennon… commovente…), con qualche scelta ovvia ("Sympathy For The Devil", "Sunshine Of Your Love") e qualcuna meno ovvia ("For What Is Worth" dei Buffalo Springield e "Good Times" di Eric Burdon…), e un’ovvia prevalenza degli anni Settanta, gli anni d’oro di Ozzy, gli anni del sogno-Sabbath…
Se siete fan, come me, andate sul sicuro: niente di trascendentale, ma puro Ozzy 100%; se non siete fan… aspettate e sperate che il nuovo album di Ozzy contenga Zakk alla scrittura o che si decidano a registrare un nuovo disco Ozzy, Toni, Bill e Geezer insieme, nell’illusione che sarà come ai vecchi tempi…
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02 In My Life (03:30)
[The Beatles cover]
There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more
03 Mississippi Queen (04:11)
Mississippi queen, if you know what I mean
Mississippi queen, she taught me everything
Way down around Vicksburg, around Louisiana way
Where lived the Cajun lady, aboard the Mississippi Queen
You know she was a dancer, she moved better on wine
While the rest of them dudes were gettin' their kicks
Boy, I beg your pardon, I was gettin' mine
Mississippi queen, if you know what I mean
Mississippi queen, she taught me everything
This lady she asked me, if I would be her man
You know that I told her, I'd do what I can
To keep her lookin' pretty, buy her dresses that shine
While the rest of them dudes were makin' their friends
Boy, I beg your pardon, I was losin' mine
I was losin' my mind, on the Mississippi Queen
Mississippi queen, if you know what I mean
Mississippi queen, she taught me everything
Way down around Vicksburg, around Louisiana way
Where lived the Cajun lady, aboard the Mississippi Queen
You know she was a dancer. she moved better on wine
While the rest of them dudes were gettin' their kicks
Boy, I beg your pardon, I was gettin' mine
I was gettin' mine
I was gettin' mine
No, you can't have mine
No no, you can't have mine
To keep a mississippi queen
05 Woman (03:45)
Woman I can hardly express,
My mixed emotions and my thoughtlessness,
After all I'm forever in your debt,
And woman I will try to express,
My inner feelings and my thankfulness,
For showing me the meaning of success,
Oooh well, well, do do do do do do
Oooh well, well, do do do do do do
Woman I know you understand
The little child inside the man,
Please remember my life is in your hands,
And woman hold me close to your heart,
However distant don't keep us apart,
After all it is written in the stars,
Oooh well, well, do do do do do do
Oooh well, well, do do do do do do
Woman please let me explain,
I never meant to cause you sorrow and pain,
So let me tell you again and again and again,
I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever,
I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever,
I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever,
I love you (yeah, yeah) now and forever
07 All the Young Dudes (04:34)
Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25
Sweet guy, don't wanna stay alive when you're 25
Wendy's stealing clothes from marks and sparks
Freddy's got spots from ripping off stars from his face
Funky little boat race
The television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Oh man I need tv when I've got t. rex
All the young dudes (hey dudes)
Carry the news (where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (stand up come on)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (I want to hear you)
Carry the news (I want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (and I want to talk to you all of you)
Carry the news
Now jimmy looking sweet though he dresses like a queen
He can kick like a mule
It's a real mean team
We can love
We can love
And my brother's back at home
With his beatles and his stones
We never got if off on that revolution stuff
It was such a drag, too many snags
Well I drunk a lot of wine
And I'm feeling fine
Gonna race some cat to bed
Is this concrete all around me, or is it in my head?
All the young dudes (hey dudes)
Carry the news (where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (stand up)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (I want to hear ya)
Carry the news (I want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (and I want to relate to you)
Carry the news
The television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Oh man I need tv when I've got t. rex
Carry the news (let's hear the news come on)
Boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (hey you there with the glasses)
Carry the news (I want you)
Boogaloo dudes (I want you at the front)
Carry the news (now you all his friends)
All the young dudes (now you bring him down cause I want him)
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes (I want him right here bring him come on)
Carry the news (bring him here you go)
All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years)
Carry the news (there you go)
Boogaloo dudes (how do you feel)
Carry the news
08 For What It's Worth (03:21)
There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everyone's wrong
People speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
Yeah, stop children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
What a field-day for the heat
Ten thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line, the man come and take you away
Stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
You better stop!
Stop
You better stop!
Stop
You better stop!
13 Sympathy for the Devil (07:12)
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long time
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was around when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Oh, pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted who killed the kennedys?
After all it was you and me
Let me introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I laid traps for the troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
Every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners are saints
Heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
What's my name?
What's my name?
What's my name?
I am lucifer
Wooooooo
Alright you mother fucker's
What's my name?
What's my name?
Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby, come on baby,
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
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