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Primo disco solista del mainman dei Pavement, autori di uno dei più bei dischi di esordio che io ricordi, quel "Slanted and Enchanted" del 1991, se ben ricordo, fra isteria à la Pixies, cantato/parlato à la Lou Reed e testi storti ed impenetrabili recitati, buttati lì con noncuranza.
Questo disco è mediocre, le prime due canzoni "Black Book" e "Phantasies" non dicono nulla, "JoJo's Jacket" ha un’'introduzione parlata su come ci si senta meglio dopo un taglio di capelli "and in a funny way the shaving of my head has been a liberation from a lot of stupid vanity, really", poi la canzone segue senza aggiungere o togliere nulla allo standard Pavement.
Poi per fortuna la perla di "Church of White" sorella di "Grounded" da "Wowee Zowee", magiche nel loro incedere lento e maestoso. Salva il disco.
"Discretion Grove" può essere scambiata per Lou Reed, Malkmus canta uguale. "Trojan Curfew" sembra uscita invece da "Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain", piacevole, ma fa parte dei "riempidisco". Altri episodi degni di nota non ci sono.
Già in "Brighten the Corners" gli episodi più riusciti erano quelli composti da Spiral Stairs ("Date w/Ikea" e "Passat Dream") mentre le canzoni di Malkmus indugiavano già troppo compiaciute nel suo cantautorato sbilenco, che qui raggiunge il suo massimo dell'autocompiacimento.
I Pavement erano più della somma delle parti e qui c'è una parte sola, seppure l'autore principale.
Sia chiaro, un disco migliore di tanti altri che escono, ma non migliore dei Pavement.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
02 Phantasies (02:40)
Wake up early in (Karakatu), Alaska
We put our masks on to welcome the dawn
Call the huskies and collide into their fur
Fragrant in the overcast
Don't be a bitter man
It could be worse,
A slave in Belarus or
a mat in Japan
Its cold as shit, always that way
Sometimes it gets to 99 below
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah
(Whoa wha-oh)
I got some lovely phantasies
(Whoa wha-oh)
I got some lovely phantasies
And you got some lovely phantasies
Tear off the top, let your memory pop
Its running, running running, running away
After hours of fishin' through holes
In the ice we drilled
You told me that you had a plan
"Lets emigrate south to Sarasota
Where the marlin fishing never lets up
Until you want it to end"
(White men go, white men go)
White men go
to pieces in the tropics
I bet that is a topic
You'd rather not broach
Later on I'm gonna turn the heat to 10
I'll thaw your foolish dreams away
03 Jo Jo's Jacket (04:01)
"And in a funny way, the shaving of my, uh, head has been a liberation from, uh, a lot of, uh, stupid vanities really. Uh, it has simplified everything for me, it has opened a lot of doors maybe."
[SM]
I'm not what you think I am
I'm the king of Siam
I've got a bald head
My name is Yul Brynner
And I am a famous movie star
Perhaps you saw me in Westworld
I acted like a robotic cowboy
It was my best role
I can not deny I
Felt right home deep inside
That electronic carcass
You're such monumental slime
Let the punishment fit the crime
Tie it to a chair
The house music will blare
And turn your ears into
A medicinal jelly
Stay inside on Christmas Day
And make believe that you are my candy cane
You said, "I'm not that type,
No I'm not sweet, and I'm not overripe
Bob Dylan sang in
"Its alright mama im only bleeding",
Everything from toy guns that spark to flesh colored Christs that glow in the dark
Its easy to see we got in too far and not much is really sacred.
05 The Hook (03:03)
AT Age 19 I was kidnapped by Turkish pirates
Mediterranean thugs
After some torture they considered me their mascot
Cypriotic Good Luck
I had to taste the deck and many other things
I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring
And I would never see my family again
By 25 I was respected as an equal
My art was a knife
On countless raids I was the first one up the lanyard
Yeah I was seeking a fight
There is no time to pray
And there's no time to beg
And then it's off with an arm
Or it's off with a leg
And if I spare your life
It's because the tide is leaving
Oh yeah
By 31 I was the captain of a galleon
I was Poseidon's new son
The coast of Montenegro was my favorite target
It was ever so fun
We had no wooden legs
Or steel hooks
We had no black eye patches
Or a starving cook
We were just killers with the cold eyes of a sailor
Yeah we were killers with the cold eyes of a sailor
06 Discretion Grove (03:14)
Hate recreated
A revelation
Uh listen to me
I'll tell you I'm about to run
The ceiling's are undone
Specialized victories
For overage whores
I felt up your feelings
And they left me no more time
To see what I want to find
Believe-- let it go
And leave--The shots in closing
Believe--Discretion grove
For it's time
To go there
Yea there's time, there's time, there's time
To go there
Celt alcoholic
Feeling past blue
I'm tryin to get up
From sending all my selves to you
And in times I tilted truth
Major Alfonso
Mind up the gold
THe ceremonial dead trees
Told him all that he could do
And it's all we do to run, run, run,
You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down
You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship
On an insane raid
Just crash our wind on a manic bay
Distract the wind on a manic bay
Scratch the wind on a manic Bay
09 Trojan Curfew (04:06)
Trojan Curfew Lyrics
Greek gods are communing
Beneath the Doric arch
And they talk how small we humans are
They drink to Agamemnon
They toast his Pyhrric march
And wait for the sacrifices
Shepherds herd in real time
Sheep are barley-grazing on a field of green
Vines ripen to find
Troy will prevail
Trojan curfews prevail
So we got smashed on Ios
Down around some Doric arch
And the trashed blonde Scandi
Mistook me for a Swede
Her slurred Medieval accent
Was like a puddle at my feet
You could see chopped tobacco in her teeth
Flaccid waves converging
On a rock hard strip of concrete
Near a field of green
We sign Deutschmarks are fine
Aren't you too pale
Does it hurt you?
So pale
Trojan curfews prevail
11 Jenny and the Ess-Dog (02:45)
Jennifer dates a man in a 60s cover band
He’s the ess-dog, or sean if you wish
She’s 18, he’s 31
She’s a rich girl, he’s the son
Of a coca-cola middle man
Kiss when they listen
To brothers in arms
And if there’s something wrong with this
They don’t see the harm
In joining their forces and singing along
See those rings on her toes check that frisbee in his volvo
It’s a volvo with ancient plates
They’ve got a dog she named trey
A retriever with a frayed bandana around his neck
Trey has a window into their relationship
The baby talk voices
And the post class-a nasal drip
But it all seems to function
At least in her dog’s mind
Let me out of here
Let me out of here
You got to let me out of here
You got to let me out of here
Let me out of here
Out of here
Out of here, out of here
Let me out of here ill hit the ground running
Jennifer left for school up in boulder
And the ess-dog came to visit when he could
But the strain was too much
They could not make up for distance
And the distance between their years
Neither one listens
To brothers in arms
The ess-dog waits tables
And he sold his guitar
Jenny pledged kappa and she started pre-law
And off came those awful toe rings
Off came those awful toe rings
12 Deado (03:35)
[Deado]
Feel the work
Of the tooth-impacting jerks,
Seem to measure you for size,
They got metal in their eyes [oh yeah]
We're chasin' performance and several moods
We're chasin' performance and several moods
Times where easy wages fat,
Stumble on inflated stats
Jan, you took me far into a long line.
Divine divine divine divine
Jen, you took me far into a long line.
I can't employ employ the tactics,
Already rented them out to my friend Snake/Schnake
The equinox tail- chaser -- super frail
Smoking in the fog,
Set a trap in the mirage,
Well we'll never see the rights
That won't see the libel
They'll file the fine,
Jen, you took me far into a long line.
Divine divine divine divine
Jen, you took me far into a long line.
Divine divine divine divine
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