Ho sempre trovato nella sua musica la forza per andare avanti, le sue storie, le musiche scarne ma affascinanti, mi hanno sempre colpito più di tutti quei cantantucoli da due soldi che pensano di ammaliarti con la loro storia d'amore finita male...
Il diamante pazzo s'è spento sottovoce, quando tutti si erano dimenticati di lui abbastanza da non parlarne tutti i giorni ma non da cancellarlo dalla mente; avevo comperato questo disco da circa quattro giorni ed era diventato la colonna sonora delle mie mattine, tra sigarette e chitarra lui girava nel mio giradischi rendendomi la giornata diversa, positiva, ci sono dentro canzoni il cui solo fischiettarle mi fa immaginare gli alberi che ballano a tempo con queste filastrocche suggestive...
Tutto ciò fino a stasera, il disco continua a girare, ma la puntina mi trasmette un lato nuovo delle melodie Barrettiane, quello triste, tormentato dall'essere chiuso nella gabbia di non poter comunicare con nessuno perché ti credono pazzo...
Di solito le raccolte postume non le apprezzo molto per via di riesumazioni di pezzi non finiti o suonati male, ma questo è diverso: sembra un album completo a tutti gli effetti, magari pecca nella decisione di inserire parti di nastro con voce di Barrett che parla della canzone ma il materiale è valido nonostante si tratti di outtakes, a dimostrazione del suo genio compositivo...
Syd è morto e anche se non ha pubblicato nulla per più di trent'anni il vuoto che lascia è enorme, l'ultimo vero artista in un mondo di musica scadente e commerciale è volato in cielo, e ciò fa riflettere su come la musica sia sempre più Paris Hilton e sempre meno Syd Barrett...
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01 Opel (06:26)
On a distant shore, miles from land
stands the ebony totem in ebony sand
a dream in a mist of grey...
on a far distant shore...
The pebble that stood alone
and driftwood lies half buried
warm shallow waters sweep shells
so the cockles shine...
A bare winding carcase, stark
shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way...
dry tears...
crisp black squeaks tore reeds
make a circle of grey in a summer way, around man
so don't ground...
I'm trying
I'm trying to find you!
To find you
I'm living, I'm giving,
To find you, To find you,
I'm living, I'm living,
I'm trying, I'm giving
03 Rats (03:13)
Got it hit down
spot knock inside a spider
says: "That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
says: "That's love - All know it
TV, teeth, feet, peace, feel it...
"That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
like the fall that brings me to
I like the fall that brings me to
I like the cord around sinew
I make a cord around sinew
Duck, the way to least is less
Tea craving of the metal west
'ell tomorrow's rain and test
'ell tomorrow's rain and test
Love an empty son and guess
Love an empty son and guess
pimples dangerous and blessed
Heaving, arriving, tinkling
mingling jets and statuettes
seething wet we meeting fleck
seething wet we meeting fleck
lines and winds and crib and half
each fair day I give you half
of each fair day I give you half
I look into your eyes and you,
flathe in the sun for you...
Bam, spastic, tactile engine
heaving, crackle, slinky, dormy, roofy, wham
I'll have them, fried bloke
broken jardy, cardy, smoocho, moocho, paki, pufftle
sploshette moxy, very smelly,
cable, gable, splintra, channel
top the seam he's taken off
rats, rats lay down flat
we don't need you, we act like that
and if you think you're un-loved
then we know about that...
rats, rats, lay down flat!
yes, yes, yes, yes, lay down flat!
07 Wined and Dined (03:03)
Wined and dined
Oh it seemed just like a dream
Girl was so kind
Kind of love I'd never seen
Only last summer, it's not so long ago
Just last summer, now musk winds blow
Wined and dined
Oh it seemed just like a dream
Girl was so kind
Kind of love I'd never seen
Only last summer, it's not so long ago
Just last summer, now musk winds blow
Wined and dined
Oh it seemed just like a dream
Girl was so kind
Kind of love I'd never seen
Chalk underfoot, life I should prove
Dancing in heat, our love and you
Wined and dined
Oh it seemed just like a dream
Girl was so kind
Kind of love I'd never seen
08 Swan Lee (Silas Lang) (03:14)
Swan Lee got up at the Running Foot pow-wow,
heading from the fire to his waiting canoe.
Chattering Squaw untied the wigwam door,
the chief blew smoke rings two by two!
The land in silence stands...
Swan Lee, his boat by the bank in the darkness,
loosened the rope in the creek is entwined.
A feather from the wing of a wild young eagle,
pointed to the land where his fortune he'd find
The land in silence stands
Swan Lee paddled on from the land of his fathers,
his eyes scanned the undergrowth on either side.
From the shore hung a hot, heavy, creature infested
tropic, Swan Lee had a bow by his side
The land in silence stands
Swan Lee kept time, half on land, half on water,
Grizzly bear and raccoon his fare.
He followed his ears to the great water fall,
Swan Lee knew deep down that his squaw was there!
The land in silence stands....
Suddenly the rush of the mighty great thunder,
confronted Swan Lee as his song he sang,
In the dawn, with his squaw, he was battling homewards
It was all written down by Long Silas Lang.
The land in silence stands...
The land in silence stands...
The land in silence stands.
13 Milky Way (03:07)
What'd you ever say today when you're in the milky way
Oh tell me please just to give you a squeeze
If I met you I told you what to do
Seems a while since I could smile the way you do
How many times, if I try, if I may when you're in the milky way
Half of your time beside me only
Atmosphere, the singular
Seems a while since I could smile the way you do, oh
What can anyone mean to you standing in the milky way
Take life easy, I mean so easy
Why so empty? I told you I can tell you what to do
When I hold you and I tell you I love you
I feel that I'm way you do...
Give a grasp of life today when you're in the milky way
Oh, try to please! Knock on wood of the trees
Glad you, mold you, mold you and hold you
Means five miles and everyway for you
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Altre recensioni
Di luludia
"Opel è un picco emotivo e l’emotività, come fenomeno estetico, era per Syd merce rara."
"Questa straziante essenzialità, che davvero qui non c’è traccia di strampalati scarabei interstellari a scardinare il linguaggio."
