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Lunedì mattina, ore 9. Entro dal mio venditore di fiducia e mi capita tra le mani questo disco. La copertina, uno sfondo in bianco e nero con appiccicata la faccia un po’ smarrita di questo ragazzotto di Bergen e un titolo intrigante mi ispirano non poco. Il tempo di pensare di ciò e già sto facendo la fila alla cassa.
Dodici tracce ruffiane che dopo un paio di ascolti entrano nella testa senza più uscirne. Un disco primaverile che con la sua immediatezza e delle costruzioni musicali essenziali mi fa apprezzare come non mai la bellezza di giornate di sole come questa. La melodia è alimentata costantemente da una chitarra di evidente matrice pop/folk che si allaccia in un modo sempre azzeccato con il piano, la batteria e alcuni fiati. Senza mai strafare o appesantire il ritmo però.
I temi trattati nei testi sembrerebbero per lo più legati agli amori e ai ricordi dell’autore. In alcuni pezzi c’è spazio anche per la malinconia e l’insicurezza. Come è giusto che sia d’altronde. Un lavoro questo, piuttosto organico e omogeneo, sintetizzabile anche in queste poche righe, di cui non posso non consigliare l’acquisto. Il ragazzo è giovane, ambizioso e si farà sicuramente.
Niente da dire, in Nord Europa siamo secondi a tutti. Inglesi, irlandesi, islandesi e adesso anche ai norvegesi. Conscio che il novanta percento delle gente riconosce la massima espressione musicale di questo paese in un festival il cui livello delle canzoni è spaventosamente ridicolo, rimango seriamente perplesso ma allo stesso tempo sorpreso.
Stupito dal come con pochi accordi e una voce semplice come tante, si riesca ancore a produrre musica di straordinaria qualità…
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03 On the Tower (03:50)
If that's a tear I see
If it's because of me
Then I may well have to
tell you what I would do
But to play is easier than to set the groove
And to think is more simple than changing the mood
Is it more, is it less?
What's that thing on your chest?
Won't you whisper your blues as heartfelt as you can?
Meet me halfway
By the bedrock
On the tower
If I translate you wrong
when I complete your song
That would be my two feet
stumbling ahead of me
I could tell you the tricks that I think hurt you best
About the house packed with people and their loneliness
But the hour is so late
Take some weight off your chest
Let's just pray for our fates and then give it a rest
Meet me halfway
By the bedrock
On the tower
Go get yourself up straight
I'll throw a melody
That is as serious as it is simple
On the tower
On the tower
On the tower
Meet me halfway
By the bedrock
On the tower
05 Days That Are Over (04:10)
One hundred thousand cars have passed this house
The celebration starts with laughter
Can it be that we're not clean?
The days have turned to haze
Tell me how we should have lied
to keep away this space
To keep from snowing in
Keep from lingering
Keep our worlds apart
When it come to letting go
Let the quicksand flow
When I write it in the sand
There is something wrong
Days that are over
Will not continue to last
If you try to construct the past
I leave the heat on to leave a trace
of all the things the air was filled with
All the things I never knew and all the words I know
Now they all come out too late for you to realize
Satisfy my luck
This director's cut
doesn't spare an inch
I have never seen this place and no surrounding walls
As the party turns to dust they all understand
Days that are over
Will not continue to last
If you try to construct the past
06 Wet Ground (03:12)
Wet ground and the snow is still not falling
Circumstances are alarming, darling
The future is just a word, that's how I recall it
The past is much more present in our yawning
But I heard you right
Something was lost from the start
Oh babe, what should we do, what should we say?
Should we give it away?
The future looked so bright then
What happened tonight?
Now aeroplanes are crashing
Who turned out the light?
Seemingly it seems to me I'm subject to a joke
And it's not a test
It's not a test
Wet ground and the stars are still out shining
Neon lights were never oh, so blinding
Prosecute the ones who stand accused
Let the others go or leave them dying
But I heard you right
Everything was here before
We shouldn't add or put away a thing
Let nobody win
The future looked so bright then
What happened tonight?
Now aeroplanes are crashing
Who turned out the light?
Seemingly it seems to me I'm subject of a joke
And it's not a sin
07 Counter Spark (04:14)
You could be sad but never torn
You saw the light when it was on
You never turned or looked away
Your eyes were focused, mine were grey
Your sentences were concentrated
You made your points so understated
Where I would mumble, you would say
Your eyes were focused, mine were grey
I made up conversations with my symbolic language
Saying everybody wants to be like you
But I'd rather fall in love with you
You got the picture from the start
You saw right through me in the dark
You saw that I couldn't behave
with eyes so focused, yet so frail
I chose you from a million
You were the choice of billions
wishing they would try to be like you
But I'd rather fall in love with you
Ba-ba-ba baa-ba...
You questioned men and called them whores
But you would never burn your bras
You held your head up in the rain
Your eyes were focused, mine were grey
You had relationships that worked
and yet experience with jerks
So well adjusted, but with charm
Your eyes were focused and yet calm
I'm fairly realistic
But my thoughts are out of lip-sync
when I say that I'm not one of those
who pass you by and fall in love with you
who pass you by and fall in love with you
who pass you by and fall in love with you
I'll pass you by and fall in love with you
Ba-ba-ba baa-ba...
09 Stupid Memory (04:10)
All alone in pink
All the carpets fade to grey
Amplifiers burst out the deal that I have made
What's there to say I cannot say by myself?
Thinking about writing it down seems pretentious
And helplessness may be the word they nail to my name
In a while
Stupid memory
Must you bring up these things?
Stupid memory
Can I forget all of that?
All of that crap
All embarrassment
In addition to the talk
In each crowded court there's a spot where I fall in love and short
on public demand
There are no words they can't hear
Stupid memory
Must you bring up these things?
Stupid memory
Can I forget all of that?
All of that crap
I think I forced a smile upon her mouth
I know I dreamt that, hollowness aside
everyone's a winner if the stadium is right
But rarely anything good comes out
Oh yo!
Memory!
Must you bring up these things?
Only stupid words
Make me forget all of that
Stupid memory
Can I forget all that crap?
Stupid memory
Can I forget all of that?
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