Vi anticipo che questa recensione andrà nei casi umani, meglio così c'è gente più interessante li.

Mi dicevano: non guardare il grande fratello, guarda Zeitgeist.

Mi dicevano: devi essere rock and roll, non fare così, non metterti quella maglietta, fuma, tira, calcia, non vederti vacanze di natale, guarda Fellini, non suonare il sax, suona una stratocaster, usa come intercalare la parola Fottuto; quel fottuto luca con la sua fottuta fidanzata in quel fottuto bar.

Mi dicevano: non dormire prendi del lexodan e gioca alla play, non prenderti la patente fatti venire a prendere, non comprarti cd ma solo vinili, non leggere Saviano leggi Bukowski, non andare troppo bene a scuola, ma neppure troppo male, non credere nelle istituzioni scolastiche, acculturati da te, non credere nella chiesa credi in te.

Gli sifgati guardano x-factor, mtv e cose del genere, tu spegni la tivù e scatta una foto al cielo nuvoloso, li conosci i Throbbing Gristle? o gli Esturzende Nebauten? Quanti nomi difficili.

Mi dicevano tante cose... mi dicevano tante cose le voci nella mia testa, ma io puntualmente ascoltavo questa canzone e mi ripromettevo che ci avrei pensato dopo a tutto il resto, in fondo tra un minuto e 50 torneranno ad affliggermi. Facciamo presto.

Elenco tracce testi e samples

01   We Dance (03:01)

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there is no castration fear
in a chair you will be with me
we'll dance [x4]
but no one will dance with us
in this zany town
chim-chim-chim, sing a song of praise
for your elders, they're in the back
pick out some brazilian nuts for your engagement
check that expiration date, man,
it's later than you think
you can't enjoy yourself, i can't enjoy myself [x2]
move that swing and
watch it break strafe like an arc
but i won't be there to leave you ah-ah-ah
'cause i don't have a clue anymore
maybe we could dance [x3] together
together
together
together
first time you'll see
and then you'll be
five times forever
and you'll never get lost

02   Rattled by the Rush (04:16)

Oh, that I could bend my tongue outwards
Leave your lungs hurting
Tuckin' my shirt in
Pants I wear so well
Cross your t's shirt smells
Worse than your lyin'
Caught my dad cryin'
Loose like the wind
From the rough we get par
Sleet city woman
Waiting to spar

I'm Drowning for your thirst
Drowning for your thirst
Drowning for your thirst
Drowning for your thirst

Getting off the candelabra
We call her Barbara
Breeding like larva
She rabble rousing
Dental surf combat
Get out those hard-hats
And sing us some skat
Blade gushers gush
Chained and perfumed
I don't need a minister to call me a groom

no soap in the john
no soap in the john
no soap in the john
no soap in the john

But I'm rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush

Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)

Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)

Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)

Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)

03   Black Out (02:10)

sunday driving past your own hall of fame
it's closed on weekdays, shut for good
pick out no one when you're talkin'
felt like rattlesnakes were walkin'
no one has a clue

the parting shots, the thin caught
fault line dancing across the frigid air shafts
a spastic grass, a criminal's child

count to ten and read
until the lights begin to bleed
lights; til you actually a-see the rays
and your thoughts they start turning
tells you lessons that you're learning
no one has a clue

the gauzy thoughts of those dirty scots
wrestling with the elements up on the trail high
i need to know
where does it go? how do i get there? what will i find?

(fun fun fun, fun for the summertime blues)
(it's gonna set you free)

04   Brinx Job (01:31)

it's so funny we went right down to the store-we got the money so we'll put you down
we got the money, we got the money, we got the money
we got the money, we got money, we got the money
ho! we got the money now
and i won't even let you hoooooo....

05   Grounded (04:14)

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Doctors leaving for the holiday season
Got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab
And in the parking lots --is the sedan he bought?
He never, he never complains when its hot
He phoned the fallen daughter in the sauna playing contract bridge
Theyre soaking up the fun or doing blotters
I dont know which ..which...which...
Boys are dying on these streets

I know the medical world could knock you out
To sell the coins that you jayed last thursday
Dine by candelight and hold your savings tight
You never, you never know when the bridge falls apart

We spoke of latent causes sterile gauzes
And the bedside morale
We traipse around the table talking sentences
So incomplete... please! plea!
Boys are dying on these streets...

06   Serpentine Pad (01:16)

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00:00

Frequently called numbers
snorin when you slumber
Everyone, knows you do
why won't you admit it
Screw you!
and take it all
force fed integration
from the corporation
I don't need this corporation attitude
I believe
I will never leave
your serpentine pad
darling when you wake up
better ask the grown ups
if they have posed'm twice
leave them and lead other lives
Think it might be another thing
that i would want to know but
i don't know if I should, if I could
and if I would any way
I beleive
I will never leave
your serpentine pad

07   Motion Suggests (03:15)

08   Father to a Sister of Thought (03:30)

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rotten device, i'll say it twice
i'm too much i'm too much comforted here
costs too much too much, we'll leave you
everywhere eyes, nowhere to die
no place to shove your sharpened heel
i'm looking looking for a tired face
in case you wanted to go
i know, i'm breathing in to the end

calling the bluffs, talking so tough
goodbye to the ugly steeple fear
good times for ever after
i'm just a man
you see who i am
i'm binding my hooks
and open the books
dirty black hearts
angel of corpus cristi
you're so misty, tell me what i want to hear
i know i'm reeling in...[x2]
to the end [x4]

i know i'll never know [x2]

09   Extradition (02:12)

the expedition has fifty goes
40 roses and you blow
make your way way way way way way way far away
where you stay where you play
where do you play?

can you say what you need
when you really need it?
are you gonna feed it?
lady i know-know-know you don't
need no license for your petty, petty petty crime
?if i should function two layer under?

around the circle luxury is so tough
so toughen up, toughen up,
i'm not tough enough
tonight we interact like seperate worlds
spoken barriers you hurl
saw you curl

10   Best Friend's Arm (02:19)

??? liar
(i can see, i can see, i can see, i can see)
???? ah come on, let's go
(i can see, i can see, i can see, i can see)

yeah baby i've lost ???

??
(i can see, i can see, i can see, i can see)
everybody looks like
(i can see, i can see, i can see, i can see)
when you lay that down with an eight-eight track, everybody laughs
but they don't know what you're sayin'
(i can see, i can see, i can see, i can see)
??? i guess if not...
(i can see, i can see, i can see, i can see)

keep it under your best friend's arms [x9]
keep it under

11   Grave Architecture (04:16)

come on in...
grave architecture (x2)
walk the marble malls [?]
the monuments to those who fall
and it's a pocket less than narco shell-bit
stiff the crypt and the others are rough
and the hood's so rad
and i'm fucking glad
glad to see that, know what it means
it takes a lot

grave architecture (x2)
stroll past the strip
is it old? am i clipped?
am i just a bathtub waiting to be gripped
or found on shady ground?
and the lampshade's poised on the overwhelm
drugs, and need the talent to breathe
it takes a lot

oh yeah, you wanna be like a blind fish
positive, we're positive-- go!
takes a lock-grip, baby
to put you to war
and i'm pushin' you back than ever ???
that'll push you hard
it takes em......

12   AT&T (03:32)

13   Flux = Rad (01:45)

child, don't you know
i don't want to let you go
child, don't you know
that
i don't wanna let you (x11)

styles come and go
but i'm not going to let you go
styles, they come and go
but
i'm not gonna let you (x11)

14   Fight This Generation (04:22)

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Look up to people so tall to you
I can't so I won't stand
Up chuck break luck
Look for the splinters
You might see where they come out
Go down sweet Yardley
I won't let you fall down
Sweet Yardley
I won't let you fall down
Here now

God damn the guts and the gore
Nobody's crying cause there's no one to score for
Come up sweet Randy
I won't let you fall
What you gotta lose
What you gotta prove
Who you gonna screw
Down here now, here now
I am here now
I am here now

Your life is selected
To come
Waiting for the amelioration
Generation, fight this generation
Fight this generation (x17)
Stop right

15   Kennel District (02:59)

hold on tight she wears the seek
it's got more stars than the sky
it's still forbidden to excuse
that little look in your eye
i was busted in my gut that time
that time i said "i know it's true"
why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask?
why didn't i ask? why didn't i?

i can't believe she's married to roe
i would have turned down the light
but she always marked my fear
doesn't make it alright
i wanted to stay there
but you know i needed more than that
why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask?
why didn't i ask? why didn't i?

why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask?
why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask?
why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask?
why didn't i ask? why didn't i ask?

16   Pueblo (03:25)

one trial down in Spanos County
ladies always turn up to watch them fall
and the hands they bind you
they bind you like you want to be broken
but the land is comin', babe
it's coming up golden
gold and silver streaks

when you hit them
you can't buy sand
in the gross land
don't say what to make 'em feel

they got take it off my wrists
Jacob you move up my wrists
Jacob you move..when you move
you don't move! you don't moooove!!

alright i want a cigarette
all those trials and things they try to do
while wondering over why we're insane
damn land ho(?), won't you?

17   Half a Canyon (06:10)

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ahhh!!! shit, baby.
canyon bro', your life is worked in
dream about the witch trials
you get all too lot of pepper in your forecast
beneath the shady mezzanine
keep it when you want to belong...

july fourth, raging fortune
dream about the witch trials
send in the romance of people with their dreadlocks
tied like windshields in the night
keep it when you want to belong...
i keep my head on for pretty jades
i keep my head up for ships and shades
i keep my head up for bitchy braids
i keep my head up for guilty ray...

waaaaaaaaaooow(x2)
my..god..i can't believe i am still going(x2)
allee! allee! allee! allee! allee! allee! allee! allee!...

18   Western Homes (01:49)


  • fuggitivo
    27 dic 10
    Recensione: Opera:
    Ma che bella recensione! Il disco non lo conosco ma il fatto che mentre ho scoperto questa recensione stavo ascoltando una canzone dal primo disco dei Mothers of Invention "Freak Out!" forse è un segno che li devo ascoltare. Il primo disco dei Mothers of Invention contiene una canzone che si chiama "Wowie Zowie" ed è da tanto che non lo ascoltavo.
  • madcat
    27 dic 10
    Recensione: Opera:
    boh
  • cappio al pollo
    27 dic 10
    Recensione: Opera:
    Credo lontano dai fasti del primo (e POI del secondo) disco.
  • carlo cimmino
    27 dic 10
    Recensione: Opera:
    In qualche modo mi hai ricordato le vecchie belle e indimenticabili recensioni di Sanjuro. Sono commosso.
  • Nicola Laiosa
    27 dic 10
    Recensione: Opera:
    Non male i Pavement anche se all'epoca preferivo i Piastrellist, rece divertente... da commozione(celebrale).
  • miraggio2
    27 dic 10
    Recensione: Opera:
    NICOLA LAIOSA a proposito dei Tokio Hotel:<<< Mi stanno simpatici e hanno una bella immagine. Sono stati e sono per me (chitarrista indie-tropicale) fonte d'ispirazione. Sicuramente 1000 volte meglio di Pino Scotto>>>
  • Nicola Laiosa
    27 dic 10
    Recensione: Opera:
    aooooooo..ma sei de coccio????? è stata aggiornata la definizione : chitarrista indie-surf-tropicale
  • drunkedQueen
    29 dic 10
    Recensione: Opera:
    Wow...
  • berlinboy85
    6 gen 11
    Recensione: Opera:
    bella!
  • GustavoTanz
    18 gen 11
    Recensione: Opera:
    Sei un fottuto genio!
  • 7416582930
    12 feb 11
    Recensione: Opera:
    PAVEMENT?
  • SilasLang
    10 set 12
    Recensione: Opera:
    L'ultimo lavoro dei Pavement davvero grande, a mio parere. Un bel 4,5 se lo merita tutto, pur non arrivando ai livelli di Slanted & Enchanted e soprattutto di Crookedrain Crookedrain, il mio preferito in assoluto della band in questione. Dopo di questo l'ispirazione si è a mio vedere un po appannata.

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 Ma avrebbero mai potuto i più inaffidabili cazzoni su questa terra mettere la testa a posto? Assolutamente no.

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