Per la categoria Dischi per dormire, Even in the quietest moments dei Supertramp si aggiudica in scioltezza la mia personalissima Palma d’oro, argento e bronzo.
Avrete passato anche voi un periodo dell’adolescenza in cui non dormi la notte, e in compenso ti alzi al mattino con un impellente desiderio di suicidio. A me è capitato verso i primi anni ottanta ed in quel periodo mi è stato d’aiuto quel glorioso canale radio nazionale, RAISTEREONOTTE, che mi accompagnò in molte nottate bianche, con una programmazione musicale lasciata all’estro ed alla libertà dei conduttori.
Quando non interveniva la radio, chiaro che mi rifugiavo in qualche vinile, scelto appositamente per la carica soporifera. E devo dire che questo disco dei Supertramp svolgeva il suo compito alla grande. Che poi non ricordo manco il motivo per cui venne in mio possesso, forse me lo rifilò un amico in cambio della composizione di una serenata da sottobalcone per romantica pulzella.
Even in the quietest moments era uscito anni prima, nel ‘77, ma tra la marmaglia che frequentavo se ne parlava solo a causa del celebre e successivo Breakfast in America. Della serie uh, guarda che strana musica facevano questi anni fa. Prog rock, tentavano di etichettarla quelli che se ne intendevano. Io non me ne intendevo e continuo a non intendermene, però le dormite che mi son fatto grazie a questi pezzi…
Del resto considerate anche solo la copertina del disco, con quel piano sommerso dalla neve e lo sfondo montano, cime imbiancate, i pini, aria pura e rarefatta, manca solo Heidi che sbuca da dietro l’albero a intonare uno jodel con i cuginetti. Tutto congiura per il relax e keep calm.
Roger Hodgson ha quindi eseguito perfettamente il suo lavoro promorfeico, in particolare con pezzi come Babaji e Fool’s Overture. Voce da angioletto caduto in terra, atmosfere soffuse ed educate composizioni melodiche. E la composizione Even in the quietest moments pare una preghiera dolente rivolta al suo dio.
Ho letto che Hodgson, prima di comporre questi pezzi, era andato in India, folgorato sulla via delle divinità Indù. Strano tipo di inglese, Hodgson, certo diverso dalla stragrande maggioranza dei suoi conterranei che per quanto educatissimi e gentilissimi rimpiangono l’Impero, hanno votato la Brexit convinti di ritornare automaticamente alle Colonie di Sua Fottutissima Maestà e considerano il resto della popolazione mondiale al rango di paria, figuriamoci i loro ex dominii indiani.
Comunque gli ha detto bene, a Hodgson, a dedicarsi alla divinità Babaji, ripetendone il nome nel ritornello. Secondo un santone, ogni volta che un devoto pronuncia con reverenza il nome Babaji, attira istantaneamente su di sé una benedizione spirituale. Occorre riconoscere che la benedizione arrivata sulla testa di Hodgson è stata bella tosta, considerato che due anni dopo sarebbe uscito con il successo planetario di Breakfast in America. State già ripetendo?
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01 Give a Little Bit (04:09)
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
I'll give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my love to you
There's so much that we need to share
So send a smile and show you care
I'll give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my life for you
So give a little bit
Give a little bit of your time to me
See the man with the lonely eyes
Oh take his hand, you'll be surprised
(Oh take it)
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
Give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my life for you
Now's the time that we need to share
So find yourself, we're on our way back home
Going home
Don't you need, don't you need to feel at home?
Oh yeah, we gotta see
Ooh, yeah gotta get a feeling
Ooh, yeah come along too
Come-a come-a come-a come along
Ooh, yeah come along too
Come along too
What a long night
Come a long way
Ooh, yeah sing it tonight
03 Even in the Quietest Moments (06:28)
*Birds*
Even in the quitest moments
I wish i knew
What i had to do
And even though the sun is shinging
I feel the rain
Here it comes again..dear..
And even when you showed me
My heart was out of tune
For theres a shadow of doubt thats not letting me find you to soon
The music that you gave me
The language of my soul
Lord i want to be with you wont you let me come in from the cold
Dont you let the sun fade away
Dont you let the sun fade away
Dont you let the sun be leavin wont you come to me soon
And even though the stars are listening
The Oceans deep
I just go to sleep
And then i create the silent movie
You become the star
Is that what you are Dear?
You wisper tells a secret
Your laughter brings me joy
And no wonder the feelings of nature ons the cold boy
And still the tears keep falling
There falling from the sky
Well let the light of me go under before i get high
Dont you let the sun disappear
Dont you let the sun disappear
Dont you let the sun be leaving no you cant be leaving my life
Say that you wont be leaving my life
Say that you wont be leaving my life
Say wont you please say wont you please say wont you please say wont you please
Lord wont you come and get into my life
Lord wont you come and get into my life
say wont you please say wont you please say wont you please
say wont you please say wont you please
Oh lord dont go
(C'mon let the sun be leavin-go)
And even when the song is over
Where have i been
Was it just a dream
Although your door is always open
Where do i begin
May i please come in..Dear?
04 Downstream (04:01)
Took a boat Sunday
Down by the sea
It just felt so nice
You and me
We did'nt have a problem
Or a care on earth
And all around was silence
Everywhere.
You are the reason
I was born
To be with you through all seasons
I'll always hear you when you call
We'll keep the love light shining
Through each night and day
A lonely life behind me
Oh what a change you've made.
So down here on the ocean
We will stay, We will stay, we will stay.
Been through a lot of changes
Turned a lot of pages
When I took a boat on Sunday.
To know you as I know you now
That is all I need
And we will get along somehow
If we both believe.
So down here on the ocean
We will stay, we will stay, we will stay
Been through a lot of changes
Turned a lot of pages
When I took a boat on Sunday.
05 Babaji (04:51)
All of my life I felt that you were listening
Watching for ways to help me stay in tune
Lord of my dreams, although confusion
Keeps trying to decieve
What is it that makes me believe in you?
Babaji, oh won't you come to me
Won't you help me face the music
Bring it out so we can sing it out
Help me to find it before we lose it
At night when the stars are near
And there's no one to keep you from coming here
And there's no one to shield me before your eyes
Is it mine, is it mine, is it mine to know?
I can see it's not too good to me
To be afloat in the sea of glory
Babaji, oh how you comfort me
By showing me it's a different story
Your light in the dark is real
And I know that you know it is how I feel
When I see the reflections that's in your eyes
Is it mine, is it mine, is it mine to know?
Babaji, have you a song for me
To tell the world of its guardian angel
Bring it out so we can sing it out
Oh must you always remain a stranger?
At night when the stars are near
And I long for delusion to disappear
The I see the reflection that's in your eyes
Is it time, is it time, is it time to know?
07 Fool's Overture (10:53)
(Churchill's famous speech)
We shall go on till the end, we shall fight on the seas and oceans.
We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be.
We shall never surrender
History recalls, how great the fall can be
While everybody's sleeping
The boat's put out to sea
Born on the wings of time
It seems the answers were so easy to find
Too late the prophets cry
The island's sinking, let's take to the sky
Called the man a fool
Stripped him off his pride
Everyone was laughing
Up until the day he died
Ooh though the wound went deep
Still he's calling us out of our sleep
My friends, we're not alone
He waits in silence to lead us all home
So you tell me that you find it hard to grow
Well I know, I know, I know
And you tell me that you've many seeds to sow
Well I know, I know, I know
(distant choir sings 'Jerusalem' almost inaudibly)
And was the Holy Lamb of God
on England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
Dreamer
Can you hear what I'm saying
Can you see the parts that I'm playing:
Holy Man, Rocker Man, Come on Queenie,
Joker Man, Spider Man, Blue Eyed Meanie
So you found your solution
What would be your last contrribution?
Live it up and rip it up and why so lazy?
Give it out and dish it out and let's go crazy, yeah
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Di fedezan76
Un pianoforte solitario e innevato nel mezzo delle Rocky Mountains.
'Even In The Quietest Moments' è per il sottoscritto un album di assoluto valore, che conferma il momento magico del gruppo.
