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Non è Chris Martin dei Coldplay, non è una cover band dei R.e.m. o di Will Oldham, no niente di tutto ciò; ma se avete già avuto occasione di sentire Pedro the Lion, alias David Bazan, vi sarete già posti queste domande.
Il timbro vocale di questo artista e le sonorità che propone non devono trarre in inganno: qui siamo di fronte ad uno dei più grandi artisti rock alternativi della scena statunitense.
Direttamente da Seattle "Pedro" ci propone una nuova avventura, la quarta, due anni dopo lo strepitoso album Control. Sempre in bilico tra gioia e malinconia, tra lacrime e sorrisi, David Bazan ci fornisce un'ulteriore prova di come si possa con le più semplici armi di un musicista (chitarra, basso e batteria associate ad un talento indiscutibile) toccare l'animo umano nei suoi punti più delicati. E'un lavoro pieno di sentimenti: c'è la gioia nella cavalcata folk di "Transcontinental", c'è la solitudine nella splendida ballata "I Do", c'è l'adrenalina nei brani più tirati quali "Discretion" o "The Fleecing", la malinconia quando i ritmi rallentano ("Arizona" o "The Poison").
Insomma un breve viaggio (11 canzoni per 38 minuti) all'interno del mondo di Pedro The Lion lascia il segno e vi chiederete al termine dell'ascolto quale sia veramente il tallone d'achille di questo artista... Io una risposta ce l'ho: non aver avuto successo fuori dagli USA, ma secondo me è solo questione di tempo...
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01 Bands With Managers (03:46)
Bands with managers are going places.
Bands with messy hair and smooth white faces.
But you don't believe when I say that it won't be alright.
(Alright)
Vans with 15 passengers are rolling over.
But I trust T. William Walsh and I'm not afraid to die.
But you don't believe when I say that it won't be alright.
(Alright)
That it won't be alright.
(Alright)
Cause it won't be alright.
(Alright)
03 The Fleecing (04:41)
Deep green hills whose shoulders fade into thick grey
Tall wet grass whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep
Whose fleecing makes a fool of me
Who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble
For every stupid struggle I don't know
I could buy you a drink
I could tell you all about it
I could tell you why I doubt it and why I still believe
But I can't say it like I sing it
And I can't sing it like I think it
And I can't think like I feel it
And I don't feel a thing
Why I still believe it
Why I need it
Who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble
For every stupid struggle I don't know
Why I still believe it
Why I need it
And what the pharisees can't see
We'd have more drinks
And speak of so many things
But I don't know you and you don't know me
04 Discretion (02:50)
Having no idea that his youngest son was dead
The farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed
In the shadow of the mountain as the cattle hung their heads
Grazing only feet from where the broken body lay
And would lay undiscovered for another couple days
When the farmer would find vultures at their banquet in the hay
The killer traveled eastbound in a golden brown sedan
Weighing his most recent deviation from the plan
Counting down the hours til the sun came up again
Hired to hit the farmer by the farmer's asshole sun
He had not yet decided between poison or a gun
When suddenly he realized he would not use either one
05 Arizona (04:08)
Arizona curled up with California
Then she tried to hide the whole thing from New Mexico
Who knew before he saw them making out in Yuma
That she had been loving someone new
But California not California how could you
The bully loved her cactus
The underdog her pine
But she would only love one at a time
New Mexico had always hated California
And though he knew that Arizona wore the pants
He got loaded then he started throwing punches
The poor injun never had a chance
Scissors cut paper
Paper covers rock
Rock crushes scissors
Scissors break apart
06 Keep Swinging (02:53)
You got drunk, more so than you'd ever been.
Hailed a cab, but passed out cold before you told the driver where to go
and so he drove you around Chicago.
You woke up sicker than you'd ever been.
You threw up, shit the bed, and there was no one there to clean you up.
And the room was spinning all around you.
Make a fist and take a deep breath.
Close your eyes and count to 10.
Just keep swinging till you're over it.
The mess you left had got you feeling pretty bad.
But she is a maid, I guess that's what she gets paid for.
Make a fist and take a deep breath.
Close your eyes and count to 10.
Just keep swinging till you're over it.
07 Transcontinental (02:38)
Engine severs lower legs
I feel my bruised heart beating
Spinal cord remains intact
Still sending and receiving
Lying back on shoulder blades
The cargo rushing past
Missing limbs beneath the cars
Twitching on the tracks
Click, clack, now handicapped
North am transcontinental
I remember as I bleed
Certain tales of bravery
A man who's legs were crushed beneath
A fallen evergreen tree
He decided he would chop them off above the knee
To sacrifice his shins and feet to make his torso free
The luxury of having been spared the hard part
You'd think would be enough for me to pull this off
But I'm left to bleed to death
Now all the man I've ever been
North am transcontinental
10 Start Without Me (03:11)
Roll me over I wanna wave at the kids
I can't say I prescribe cause I don't know what it is
I'm down at the track I'm just calling to check in
If you start without me say my name as you begin
It's not like it wasn't all for you
But like everything I do it's misunderstood
Take a message I'm on my way out of town
But the wording's important so make sure you write it down
There's money behind every picture in the place
Sincerely your husband on my way to the next race
If it's once I got it
If it's twice I don't
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