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Immaginatevi un ex ragazzo prodigio che improvvisamente da giù di testa come pochi altri hanno fatto, butta al macero una carriera da novello Jacques Brel, adorato dalle donne, e passa un sacco di anni nei pub a bere e guardare la gente che gioca a freccette.
Bene, questa è la vita che Scott Walker ha trascinato per molto tempo, prima di uscire di nuovo allo scoperto con un disco totalmente al di fuori di ogni logica di mercato.
Walker firma con Tilt un'opera a dir poco straniante e mostruosa, dove le ossessioni di un ex alcoolizzato si stendono su un tappeto di elettronica o note appena accennate.
Tutto è un rimestare nel torbido di passioni relegate nel profondo delle budella; come se dopo anni di bevute anarchiche e divertite con gli amici vi scopriste privi degli enzimi che bruciano l'alcool... in preda a visioni diurne che mimano la funzione dei sogni.
Tutto questo è Tilt: un album che potrebbe sembrare il parto di un David Sylvian che, finalmente, ha imparato a cagare fuori dal vasetto; un'orgia di sentimenti negativi che prende tutte le Elizabeth Vajagic e i Nick Cave, suo fan dichiarato, scacciandoli a casa a bere latte e menta.
Scott Walker è un genio nascosto, vittima della sua stessa misantropia e dei suoi umori balzani.
Ha scritto canzoni d'amore geniali e poi è sprofondato in un minimalismo angosciante e sordo, ma molto consigliato a chi vuol trovare una voce che dica: "ehi, non sei l'unico che sta male..." un pò la solita vecchia solfa.....
La copertina del disco rivela quello che vi attende all'ascolto: mani e occhi prigionieri del nero inchiostro della vita; come un dipinto di Pollock dove l'urgenza è talmente elevata che non si può star lì a calcolare le mosse e i gesti.
Vi consiglio, se ancora non lo conoscete, di divorarvi questo disco che è un degno compare di fallimenti e rimpianti.....per chi ce li ha s'intende.
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02 The Cockfighter (06:01)
It's a beautiful night
From here to those stars
Feathers on the sides
Of my fingers
It's a beautiful night
From here to those
Trembling stars
And the feathers so
Fresh
And the nerves so
Fresh
Do you swear
The breastbone
Was bare
I saw it
And made my
Escape
Do you have
Any doubt
That he slept
In that bed
I can only repeat
I never saw
Him
Better listen
Before you fly
All over your
Man
Better listen
Before i spill
You in
If you could
Turn on your
Side
Move your touch
To that hip
Easy now
Easy now
It's a beautiful
Night
Garcia
A cigarette
For the
Prisoner
That ribbon crack
Like this one and
This one crack like
Those over there and
Those over there crack
Like these two
Bringing those strutters
Bringing those strutters
And that one cracks
Like these do and
These do just like
This over here and
This over here
And out on the rim
All the calcium planets
Growing in
The darkness
All over the
Body
The flapping body
Clickety click
Clickety
Click
I have a greenlight
For fifty thousand
It was the month of
July
We had more in or
Going out
You were responsible
For rolling stock
I acn only repeat
I never saw him
In bed
Do you know what
Happened to most
Of the children
She opened the
Tent
To tame a morset
Of air
Before the sun
Came up
03 Bouncer See Bouncer... (08:50)
Spared
I've been spared
all the nickling
all the dimeing
Spared
I've been spared
all the powder
on a trumpet of Gabriel
Don't play that song for me
you won't play that song for me
The riff with the swaddling hair
Those sisters who never broke us
The link missing at the rear
and the halo, halo of locust
Mama danced four feet away
Papa danced four feet away
in the rubbing and fusing
the sealing and pivoting
gotta dance four feet away
Spared
I've been spared
All the handle a body could handle
Spared
I've been spared
All the powder on a Magdalene Mary
Don't play that song for me
you won't play that song for me
Those threads you would never wear
The sobbing that just might choke us
Those tooth fairies wait till they get here
and the halo, halo of locust
I love this season without it's cleft
left hook to the right hook
right cross to the left
I love this season this very night
right cross to the left foot
left hook to the right
Mama danced four feet away
Papa danced four feet away
in the rubbing and fusing
the sealing and pivoting
gotta dance four feet away
08 Tilt (05:13)
He was so strong, he was so bold
when they made him, they broke the mold
if he heads this way, when the moon is slow
Come over and pray...
they'll turn the buffalo
they'll turn the buffalo
There's a need to sleep
in the shag of his stomach
slide around his eye
with your love in tow
if he heads this way
don't you say hello
Get out of the way
they'll turn the buffalo
they'll turn the buffalo
Our town
our town
do love a stampede
Stampede by my old jacket in the park
Someday I'll pick it up
look for the label and whisper
Tilt
ain't got no no no
Tilt
got none at all
Tilt
ain't got no no no
A mother waits
as still as the moon light
Standing in long grass
with her cold cold nose
What she feels so deep
she will never show
Baby don't you weep
they'll turn the buffalo
they'll turn the buffalo
Our town
our town
do love a stampede
Stampede by my old jacket in the park
Someday I'll pick it up
look for the maker and whisper
Tilt
ain't got no no no
Tilt
got none at all
Tilt
ain't got no no no
not at all
09 Rosary (02:41)
I'll string along
I'll string along
oo whaoo whaoo whaoo
Come mornings
my beads on a face
A thread
A thong
oo whaoo whaoo whaoo
We can save it
We can change it
Put it in lines across the room
But we'll never
stop it bristling
and I gotta quit
With a ribbonless hair
With a wire of snare
oo whaoo whaoo whaoo
With all the trembling vein
that you can bare
oo whaoo whaoo whaoo
We can save it
We can change it
Put it in lines across the room
But we'll never
stop it pimpling
and I gotta quit
Scrape a little pattern
to a sty
I kiss holes for the bullets
in case of thigh
in case of thigh
I kiss holes for the bullets
and I gotta quit
and I gotta quit
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