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Che dire di questo doppio live carico di coinvolgimenti sempre più stretti con l'adorabile e fedelissimo pubblico?
Brani che vanno dal rock al misticismo più totale dal sole più accecante alla notte più fonda, un' ampia libertà di espressione di un artista che non ha mai ceduto neppure davanti alle mille difficoltà, ha sempre creduto in se stesso e nei lavori che sarebbero nati successivamente. Uno dei tanti geni che ha creato la Musica, per quanto mi riguarda, indiscutibile, ma siete liberi di commentare in un giusto linguaggio musicalmente democratico.
Primo Album dal vivo tratto dai concerti fatti in America e Canada, da nuove registrazioni, da sistemazioni fatte in studio e nonché dalle inedite traccie "D. I. Y" e "I Go Swimming". Sedici tracce fantastiche e di grandissimo coinvolgimento e come si potrebbe restare immobili a un concerto di Peter ovvero animale trasformista da palcoscenico? Che ricordi che ho...
"The Rhythm Of The Heat" tamburi, percussioni e ritmi cadenzati, battiti di mani sovraeccitate del pubblico introducono l'urlo di Peter, le chitarre e sintetizzatori che imitano il battito di un cuore profondo e cupo che scoppia in una potenza di ritmica incalzante - "I Have The Touch" meravigliosa traccia, sempre onnipresenti le percussioni di Levin, le chitarre di Rhodes, le tastiere e sintetizzatori di Larry, che ritmo che suoni, che galvanizzazione - "Not One Of Us"un'introduzione vocale di Peter e poi via... - "Family Snapshot" traccia lenta, dolce e solare la voce e le tastiere che vanno a sfociare in colpi di percussioni puliti e ben marcati che chiudono in una meravigliosa ninna nanna - "D.I.Y." inseguimento a ritornello per niente stucchevole anzi, direi progressivo e attaccante - "The Family And The Fishing Net" ora ci si cala nelle tenebre di un vecchio ricordo cupo e doloroso, tutti gli strumenti sono struggenti conditi da urla ultraterrene- "Intruder" percussioni in delirio, ritornelli di falsetti a ripetizione con sollecitazioni di richiami di strumenti elettrizzati - "I Go Swimming" apertura di basso, percussioni e ritmo a volontà, fantastica traccia - "San Jacinto" un sogno infinito oltre i confini, campanelli, campanellini, cori e sintetizzatori - "Solsbury Hill" come può stare fermo il pubblico che incita Peter con battiti di mani urla e fischi di gioia - "No Self Control" tamburi, piano, percussioni lievi e cori solitari accarezzano le parole di Peter - "I Don't Remember" meravigliosi i giochi di parole che viaggiano a ritmo con le percussioni e il piano - "Shock The Monkey" e chi lo ferma più sul palco, sul viso un fantastico trucco e gli atteggiamenti tipici della scimmia come per voler personificare la nostra cara antenata - "Hundrum" una coinvolgente traccia meravigliosamente lenta pacata a ricordo della sua carriera da solista e non - "On The Air" sta per arrivare il finale e qui ci si scatena di brutto non dovrebbe mai finire la serata, gli strumenti non si fermano in un calderone generale la gente urla con la poca voce rimasta - "Biko" ma quale finale migliore, da pelle d'oca e da un pubblico oramai incontrollabile.
Ogni singola traccia sarà un'emozione da provare secondo per secondo che ti catapulterà in mezzo al pubblico di un reale concerto come faceva lui gettandosi di spalle e facendosi trascinare da decine di mani.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 The Rhythm of the Heat (06:26)
Looking out the window
I see the red dust clear
High up on the red rock
Stands the shadow with the spear
The land here is strong
Strong beneath my feet
it feeds on the blood
it feeds on the heat
The rhythm is below me
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm is around me
The rhythm has control
The rhythm is inside me
The rhythm has my soul
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm of the heat
The rhythm of the heat
Drawn across the plainland
To the place that is higher
Drawn into the circle
That dances round the fire
We spit into out hands
And breathe across the palms
Raising them up high
Help open to the sun
Self-conscious, uncertain
I'm showered with the dust
The spirit enter into me
And I submit to trust
Smash the radio
No outside voices here
Smash the watch
Cannot tear the day to shreds
Smash the camera
Cannot steal away the spirits
The rhythm is around me
The rhythm has control
The rhythm is inside me
The rhythm has my soul
02 I Have the Touch (04:43)
The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people - I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch
I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch
Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch
Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems
to please
I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact
04 Family Snapshot (04:48)
The streets are lined with camera crews
Everywhere he goes is news
Today is different
Today is not the same
Today I make the action
Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light
I'm shooting into the light
Four miles down the cavalcade moves on
Driving into the sun
If I worked it out right
They won't see me or the gun
Two miles to go, they're clearing the road
The cheering has really begun
I've got my radio
I can hear what's going on
I've been waiting for this
I have been waiting for this
All you people in TV land
I will wake up your empty shells
Peak-time viewing blown in a flash
As I burn into your memory cells
'Cos I'm alive
They're coming 'round the corner with the bikers at the front
I'm wiping the sweat from my eyes
-It's a matter of time
-It's a matter of will
And the governor's car is not far behind
He's not the one I've got in mind
'Cos there he is-the man of the hour, standing in the limousine
"I don't really hate you
-I don't care what you do
We were made for each other
-Me and you
I want to be somebody
-You were like that too
If you don't get given you learn to take
And I will take you."
Holding my breath
Release the catch
And I let the bullet fly
All turned quiet-I have been here before
Lonely boy hiding behind the front door
Friends have all gone home
There's my toy gun on the floor
Come back Mum and Dad
You're growing apart
You know that I'm growing up sad
I need some attention
I shoot into the light
05 D.I.Y. (04:06)
D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y.
Don't tell me what I will do, 'cos I won't
Don't tell me to believe in you, 'cos I don't
Be on your guard, bitter, hostile and hard
Don't risk affection
Like flesh to the bone in the no-go zone
You're still looking for the resurrection
Come up to me with your "What did you say?"
and I'll tell you straight in the eye
Hey!
D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y.
Do it yourself
Everyone want to be what he not, what he not
Nobody happy with what he got, what he got
You function like a dummy with a new ventriloquist
Can you say you're not being yourself?
Hanging like a thriller on the final twist
Is it true you're getting stuck on the shelf?
Come up to me with your "What did you say?"
and I'll tell you straight in the eye
Hey!
D.I.Y. (do it yourself)
D.I.Y. (do it yourself)
D.I.Y. (do it yourself)
D.I.Y. (do it yourself)
When things get so big, I don't trust them at all
You want some control -- you've got to keep it small
Hey!
D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y.
D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y.
07 Intruder (04:43)
I know something about opening windows and doors
I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors
I know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers
Slipping the clippers
Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires
The sense of isolation inspires
Inspires me
I like to feel the suspense when I'm certain you know I am there
I like you lying awake, your baited breath charging the air
I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear
Intruders happy in the dark
Intruder come
Intruder come and leave his mark, leave his mark
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