2 parole: Furore e rock, per circoscrivere l'ultimo sforzo dei pj degno di nota.
Furore è ciò di cui l'album deficita. Perlomeno in relazione agli illustri predecessori, ten su tutti. La voce è sempre quella potente un pò paternale del buon vecchio Vedder; i riff sono sempre quelli vagamente grungeosi della ben nota discografia. Ma la band non aggredisce più microfoni chitarre batterie et quant'altro col divin furore che accompagna inevitabilmente chi sa di aver grave sulle spalle l'insostenibile leggerezza di occhi, pugni e denti digrignati di una generazione. E questo non sempre è un male. Non ha più, però, nemmeno quel furore ispirativo che forse qualcuno chiamerebbe catarsi (termine tanto trendy che quasi quasi mi vergogno un po' ad usare), che ti porta ad urlare e denti stretti rabbia e dolore laceranti dentro aggrappato ad un'asta, chè ormai non importa più niente se non urlare.
Rock è ciò che l'album conserva. Nonostante tutto. Ed il rock è quello puro, quello che affanculotuttiquanti, quello che saltiamo tutti quanti insiemi che sarà come essere una cosa sola, un unico corpo un unico sentimento.
E dopo un po' ci si rende conto che questo cd è solo un semplice leggitimissimo cambio di prospettive. Per farla breve non siamo più nella notte umida e leggermente sinistra di una Seattle tra tombini fumosi e vagabondi che si riscaldano le dita delle mani scoperte dai guanti con timidi bivacchi sui marciapiedi. Siamo invece su una Mustang con specchietto e fanalino sinistro rotto a centoventi su una polveriera dell'Arizona, tra palle di fieno e aridi cespugli. Si guarda l'orizzonte e si parla di ciò che è stato.
Cinque ragazzoni dai capelli un pò imbianchiti, ma con ancora indosso i jeans strappati.
E' in questo contesto che Yield trova il suo più naturale profumo. Francamente imbarazzante in ogni tentativo di non essere ciò che è (vedi "War"), l'album serba comunque la sua sottile et un pò rozza poeticità, negli occhi un pò stanchi ed un pò riflessivi, ma sempre abbastanza incazzati, di quei cinque capelloni appoggiati alla loro Mustang ad ammirare il tramonto.
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01 Brain of J. (02:59)
Who's got the brain of JFK?
What's it mean to us now, yeah?
Pause, it sounds distrust.
I can tell ya this is no lie
The Whole world will be different soon
The whole world will be relieved
The Whole world will be different soon
The whole world will be relieved
You, you been taught, whipped into shape
Now they've got you in line
Stand behind the stripes
That will be yours; so give it good mind
The Whole world will be different soon
The whole world will be relieved
The Whole world will be different soon
The whole world will be relieved
(Slow Part)
Lend my name
The name they gave me
The name I'm letting go..
The Whole world will be different soon
The whole world will be relieved
The Whole world will be different soon
The whole world will be relieved
The whole world will be different
The whole world will be relieved
The Whole world will be different soon
SOON!
02 Faithfull (04:18)
Plaque on the wall says that no one's slept here
It's rare to come upon a bridge that has not been around
Or been stepped on
Whatever the notions, we laced in our prayers
The man upstairs is used to all of this noise
I'm through with screaming
And echoes nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes
Like echoes nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes
We're faithful, we all believe, we all believe it (4X)
And echoes nobody hears, it goes, it goes, it goes (2X)
We're faithful, we all believe, we all believe it (3X)
So faithful, we all believe, we all believe it
M.Y.T.H. is
Belief in the game controls that keeps us in a box of fear
We never listen
Voice inside so drowned out
Drowned you are, you are, you are everything
And everything is you
Me you, you me, it's all related
What's a boy to do?
Just be darling and I will be too
Faithful to you
04 Given to Fly (04:01)
He could have tuned in, tuned in, but he tuned out
a bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
he got up out of there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean
had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee
Wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw,
Delivered him wings, "Hey, look at me now..."
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, oh oh...
He's flying! Woah!
Whole! Woah! Oh...
Floated back down 'cause he wanted to share
his key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped, and then he was stabbed
by faceless men, well...fuckers, he still stands.
And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
the love he recieves is the love that is saved
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
a human being that was given to fly
Flying! Woah...
Whole! Flying! Woah...
Flying Woah...
Oh Woah...
05 Wishlist (03:26)
I wish I was a neutron bomb
for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice
but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental
ornament you hung on
the Christmas tree, I wish I was
the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence
I wish I was the grounds
for fifty million hands upraised and opened toward the sky
I wish I was a sailor with
someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate
as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger
and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining
off a Camaro's hood
I wish I was an alien
at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir
you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal break
that you depended on
I wish I was the verb to trust
and never let you down
I wish I was a radio song
the one that you turned up
I wish ...
06 Pilate (03:00)
Talk of circles, punching out
Looking in, drawing circles down
Falling off the south marking ground
Talking out of turn, drawing circles down
Like Pilate, I have a dog
Like Pilate, I have a dog
Walks me out of town, still one's a crowd
Making angels in the dirt, looking up, looking all around
Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves)
Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves)
Stunned by my own reflection
It's looking back, sees me too clearly
And I swore I'd never go there again
Not unlike a friend that
Politely drags you down, you down, you down, you down
Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves) }x4
07 Do the Evolution (03:54)
I'm ahead, I'm a man
I'm the first mammal to wear pants, yeah
I'm at peace with my lust
I can kill 'cause in god I trust, yeah
It's evolution, baby
I'm at peace, I'm the man
Buying stocks on the day of the crash, yeah
On the loose, I'm a truck
All the rolling hills, I'll flatten them out, yeah
It's herd behavior, uh huh
It's evolution, baby
Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, he's my clone
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
This land is mine, this land is free
I'll do what I want but irresponsibly
It's evolution, baby
I'm a thief, I'm a liar
There's my church, I sing in the choir:
Hal-le-lu-jah
Hal-le-lu-jah
Admire me, admire my home
Admire my son, admire my clones
Cause we know, appetite for a nightly feast
Those ignorant Indians got nothing on me
Nothin', why?
Because, it's evolution, baby!
I am ahead, I am advanced
I am the first mammal to make plans, yeah
I crawled the Earth, but now I'm higher
2010, watch it go to fire
It's evolution, baby
It's evolution, baby
Do the evolution!
Come on
C'mon, c'mon!
09 MFC (02:27)
Sliding out of reverse into drive, this
Wheel will be turning right, then straight
Off in the sunset she'll ride
She can remember a time denied
Stood by the side of the road, spilled like wine now
She's out on her own and I'm high
There's no leaving here
Ask- I'm an ear
She's disappeared
They said that timing was everything
Made him want to be everywhere
There's a lot to be said for nowhere
There's no leaving here
Ask- I'm an ear
He's disappeared
There's no leaving here
Ask- I'm an ear
Fuck it- we've disappeared
11 In Hiding (05:00)
I shut and locked the front door
No way in or out
I turned and walked the hallway
And pulled the curtains down
I knelt and emptied the mouth of every plug around
But nothing's sound, nothing's sound
I stayed where my last cap left me
Ignored all my rounds
Soon I was seeing visions and cracks along the walls
They're upside down
I swallow my words to keep from lying
I swallow my face just to keep from biting, I, I..
I swallowed my breath and went deep, I was diving, diving
I surfaced and all of my being was enlightened
Now...I'm in hiding, yeah
I'm in hiding, yeah
I'm in hiding, yeah
I'm in hiding
It's been about three days now
Since I've been aground
No longer overwhelmed and it seems so simple now
It's funny when things change so much
It's all state of mind
I swallowed my words to keep from lying
I swallowed my face just to keep from biting, I, I
I swallowed my breath and went deep, I was diving, I was diving
I surfaced and all of my being was enlightened
Now I'm in hiding, yeah
I'm in hiding, yeah
I'm in hiding, yeah
Now I'm in hiding, yeah
I'm in hiding, yeah
I'm in hiding, yeah
I'm in hiding, yeah
I'm in hiding...
12 Push Me, Pull Me (02:28)
I had a false belief; I thought I came here to stay.
We're all just visiting, all just breaking like waves.
The oceans made me, but who came up with love?
Push me, pull me, push me, but pull me out.
So if there were no angels would there be no sin?
You better stop me before I begin.
But let me say:
If I behave, can you arrange a spacious hole in the ground?
Somewhere nice, make it nice
Where the land meets high tide.
Push me, pull me, or pull me out.
Like a cloud dropping rain I'm discarding all thought.
I'll dry up leaving puddles on the ground.
I'm like an opening band for the sun.
Push me, pull me, or just pull me out out out ..
I've had enough, said enough, felt enough, I'm fine.
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Altre recensioni
Di cliffburton86
In quel tragico 11 Settembre 2001 io mi innamorai di questa band e della loro musica.
Let it wash away... all those yesterdays...
Di Goodwolf
"Yield dei Pearl Jam è il miglior disco da strada mai pubblicato al mondo."
"Accendi il motore, premi play e 'Brain of J' ti fa aumentare la velocità di 40 km all’ora."
Di Hungry
Yield è uno dei dischi che personalmente preferisco.
Vedder si conferma un cantante capace di ipnotizzare come non si sentiva dai tempi di Morrison.
