Chiedimi chi erano i Kansas... uhm... indubbiamente una delle migliori rock band nello scenario musicale d'oltre oceano dei '70, ma più semplicemente dirò che suonavano una musica tecnica, ma di facile ascolto. Insomma i Kansas li metto su quando mi va di ascoltare musica buona senza impegnare troppo l'orecchio.
Musica del genere è difficile da trovare, e i primi 4 o 5 dischi di questa band, ossia prima che si spostassero verso un AOR ricercatore di hit, ne sono un ottimo esempio. Caratterizzati da quell'allegria tipica della musica degli Yes, i Kansas sono stati spesso etichettati come chitarroni sguaiati americani, ma per me questa è tutt'altro che una critica, anzi...
Gli elementi tipici del rock progressivo c'erano tutti, tecnica, suite, cambi di tempo, contaminazione di altri generi, soltanto quelle atmosfere lente e meditative erano estranee al loro porsi. Questo "Song For America" del 1975 è uno dei loro più illustri lavori, che trovò le classifiche con la ballata omonima, nonostante i suoi 10 minuti.
Degne di nota le altre due suite, "Lamplight Symphony" e "Incomudro - Hymn To The Atman" (che riprende nel tema iniziale la "Peaches in Regalia" di Zappa), mai stancanti e fluide nella loro lunghezza. I tre restanti brani, più corti, sono dei deliziosi cammei che vanno a incastonarsi meravigliosamente in questo gioiellino di disco. La voce maestosa di Steve Walsh è come un marchio di fabbrica, sa essere epica e toccante come pochi, e si integra perfettamente alla miscela sonora della band; infine i testi, che non sono mai pretenziosi, e non può essere che un bene.
Niente di eccezionale, ma senza dubbio musica per tutte le orecchie, dai "non esigenti" ai più pignoli. Musica da ascoltare durante un viaggio in auto, ecco chi erano i Kansas.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Down the Road (03:43)
(Steve Walsh / Kerry Livgren)
I'm in a kind of foolish game, I try to get rich quick,
But I'm going insane,
The kind of freaks that hang out on 42nd Street
They're all pimpin' Judys and poppin' speed, well
It's a game of cat and mouse, and I think it's got my soul,
I think it's time for thinkin' 'bout a time to roll on
Down the road
Here comes Big Mike, I kinda owe him some beans,
He must be crazy, I guess that's why he's so mean,
If I tell him I'm leavin', he would sure enough split my gut,
'Cause he knows I sold to a sucker, and I owe Big Mike a cut,
But I'll slip him a 20-dollar bill till I get out of town,
When I hit those white lines, I'm gonna be gone like a Greyhound
Down the road
02 Song for America (10:03)
Virgin land of forest green, dark and stormy plains, here all life abounds
Sunlit valley, mountain fields, unseen in the rain, here all life abounds
No man rules this land, no human hand has soiled this paradise
Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights
Painted desert, sequined sky, stars that fill the night, here all life abounds
Rivers flowing to the sea, sunshine pure and bright, here all life abounds
No man rules this land, no human hand has soiled this paradise
Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights
So the maiden lies in waiting, for the sails to reach the shore
Land of beauty and abundance, innocent, you opened wide your door
Wanderers found the waiting treasure, full of gifts beyond their measure
Milk and honey for our pleasure.....
Across the sea there came a multitude, sailing ships upon the wave
Filled with visions of Utopia, and the freedom that they crave
Ravage, plunder, see no wonder, rape and kill and tear asunder
Chop the forest, plow it under.....
Highways scar the mountainsides, buildings to the sky, people all around
Houses stand in endless rows, sea to shining sea, people all around
So we rule this land, and here we stand upon our paradise,
Dreaming of a place, our weary race is ready to arise
03 Lamplight Symphony (08:17)
On a winter's night, stars are cold and bright in the sky,
The slumber of the earth is pure and deep
From a distant wood, drifts the echo of a beast
The old man stirs and wakens in the night
He stands before THE window gazing at the grave
Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind
And though his life is empty, he pretends that she's still there
With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by,
With memories his one and only joy
All he has to give, YOU KNOW he would GLADLY give to bring back the life,
And raise the one who lies beneath the snow
He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past
The faces of their youth still glow with new-found love,
But the picture's faded, and time has stolen youth away
With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips,
He felt another presence in the room,
He was filled with fear but filled with joy he arose
And turned to face the image that he knew
She stood before him and her hand reached out for his
A peaceful light shone in her eyes
She said she'd come to soothe him, and someday they'd be as one
She began to fade and her image disappeared,
So he was left alone to face ANOTHER night,
Never in his life, had he been so held in awe,
As he faced the apparition of his wife
He stood before the window gazing at the grave,
And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn,
He knew that she was waiting, AND that someday they'd be as one
04 Lonely Street (05:43)
Sometimes when I'm walking down this lonely street,
Well, it sure don't seem like twenty years,
Since I went walking down this lonely street
And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the air
This street ain't got no name, dead end is in the river,
And I lived where I hated life day by day,
There wasn't nothing I could do to shake a cold night shiver,
'Cause to move up Lonely Street you had to have some say
Gambling is bad luck down on Lonely Street
And it sure ain't no place to be when a man gets sore
You know I killed a man and I paid all I can,
With twenty years on a chain gang,
For the flesh and the blood on that jailhouse floor
Sometimes when I'm walking down this lonely street
I get caught up in a dream that won't let me go
And as the bright lights flash up and down this lonely street
My mind rolls back the years long time ago
I see my baby stumblin' around with tears in her eyes
And as I reach out for her she falls on the floor
She mumbles through bloody lips about a bad man, robber, raper,
And in my gut I know I got one to score
The word was comin' down, down on Lonely Street
That the bad man was a dead man if he crossed my trail
Every night I'd walk up and down this Lonely Street
I get stinkin' drunk, and always in jail,
One night they threw me in with a man they called the mangler
He was caught on the street makin' some old whore,
I remember he was quite proud of that,
So half-crazed I shot him,
And I cried in the blood on that jailhouse floor.
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