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E così, con un immaginario cappello da cow-boy in testa, me ne vado a cavallo di un sabato di sole, e canto, canto, faccio anche il coro..
Il ’95 è stato un anno speciale, sono successe tante cose, non c’è che dire, giusto per fare qualche esempio (senza ordine di importanza):
- Viene pubblicato “Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness” degli Smashing Pumpkins
- Jacques Chirac viene eletto Presidente della Francia
- Austria, Svezia e Finlandia entrano nella UE
- Lo statunitense Space Shuttle per la prima volta si aggancia alla stazione spaziale russa MIR (bei tempi...)
- Viene fondata eBay
- Viene commercializzata in Europa la prima PlayStation della Sony
- Il premier israeliano Rabin viene assassinato da un estremista contrario al processo di pace israelo-palestinese
Ed ancora, i Pavement pubblicano “Wowee Zowee”, e, dimenticavo, piccolo dettaglio secondario, io mi sposo, giusto qualche mese dopo la pubblicazione dell’album, di cui, allora, non conoscevo neanche l’esistenza, come dei Pavement del resto.
Qualche giorno dopo le nozze mi imbarco su un volo intercontinentale, destinazione Caio Largo, Cuba.
Il viaggio è lungo, molto lungo, ascolto musica, leggo una rivista (che forse conservo ancora) in cui c’è un intervista doppia a Daniele Silvestri (è stato a Sanremo ed ha da pochi mesi pubblicato Il suo secondo album “Prima di essere un uomo") e Samuele Bersani (che ha da poco pubblicato “Freak”).
Leggo “Quella vacca di nonna papera” di Bisio, e rido come uno scemo ad ogni stupidata letta (allora lo sapevo fare).
Ogni tanto dormo, mia moglie affianco guarda dei film tramessi sui monitor presenti in aereo.
Il viaggio è lungo, molto lungo.
Finché siamo sull’Europa, sulla terra ferma, il tempo di volo sembra passare. Il dramma davvero inizia quando arriviamo sull’oceano e, non essendoci film sul grande monitor vicino alla cabina, si vede sempre e solo un puntino (il nostro aereo) che sembra fermo in mezzo al nulla..
Il la-si, la-si, la-si di “Grounded” mi ricorda un un orologio che batte il tempo, canzone con una malinconia nascosta che non riesco a decifrare.
Non ricordo cosa sognai durante quel lunghissimo volo nelle mie ore di sonno, forse di riuscire a rendere sempre e soltanto felice colei che mi stava affianco.
Oppure, come ne “Il sogno di Pedro Henríquez Ureña” di Borges qualcosa di molto diverso, almeno così pare, che ho dovuto dimenticare perché il destino si compiesse (so che non sarà così).
Oggi che lo ho scoperto, con un leggero ritardo di ventisette anni, non tutto di “Wowee Zowee” (album Zappiano dei Pavement) mi appassiona, pur riconoscendone il valore ormai riconosciuto da tutti, ma alcune cose mi “commuovono”, forse perché so che ha la stessa età del mio matrimonio.
Ha quel sapore di viaggio, non necessariamente in aereo, forse più in auto, con il tetto scoperto, penso a "Black out" e soprattutto a “Grave Architecture” (titolo misterioso ed esoterico, forse il viaggio non c’entra nulla).
Siamo arrivati quasi a destinazione.
Ed allora mi immagino in volo su quell’aereo intercontinentale, in quell’estate del 1995, che canto “Forse qualcuno mi salverà, il mio cuore è fatto di salsa..”, ascolto in cuffia “AT&T”, canzone dei Pavement uscita in quell’anno che in verità conosco solo da qualche giorno ma che era perfetta per essere conosciuta allora.
Ad un certo punto la canzone si confonde, si accavalla, una voce, poi un frastuono di suoni e voci, forse si riavvolge tutto, poi un conto alla rovescia, “one, two, three, four….”
Appena terminato mi alzo dal mio posto a sedere, apro l’oblò fra lo sgomento degli altri viaggiatori, mi affaccio e tiro fuori un urlo, che non sapevo di avere in corpo.
“WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?????????? HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHH!!”.
Attraversa il tempo e l’oceano, dopo aver superato indenne anche il Triangolo delle Bermude, arriva in Europa, sorvola la Spagna, la Corsica, arriva in Italia, arriva qui mentre scrivo.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 We Dance (03:01)
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)
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)
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
08 Father to a Sister of Thought (03:30)
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......
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)
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)
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!...
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Altre recensioni
Di Lele_
Ma avrebbero mai potuto i più inaffidabili cazzoni su questa terra mettere la testa a posto? Assolutamente no.
Se fosse un piatto? Gratin di maccheroni al taleggio e curry, da servire con un rosso fermo, magari calabrese.
Di Kurtd
Mi dicevano: non guardare il grande fratello, guarda Zeitgeist.
Mi dicevano tante cose... mi dicevano tante cose le voci nella mia testa, ma io puntualmente ascoltavo questa canzone.
