Ho sentito Dolores  O’ Riordan disprezzare questo disco con queste parole: “L’ ho fatto in un momento terribile della mia vita, in cui andavo avanti  a  sigarette e vino. Poi ci siamo presi una pausa e siamo tornati con un album migliore”.

Il ricordo che la O’ Riordan ha di questo lavoro  è assolutamente personale e, come tale, va rispettato, ma tra “To the Faithful Departed” e il relativamente mediocre “Bury the Hatchet”, non c’è assolutamente confronto.

“To the Faithful Departed” non è certamente allo stesso livello di “No Need to Argue”, ma rimane un ottimo disco Pop. Rattrista un po’ vedere che, invece, si unisce alla lista degli album sottovalutati dalla critica e, in un certo senso, anche dal pubblico (7 milioni di copie vendute, meno della metà del precedente, che però aveva un singolo come “Zombie”  a  fargli  da traino).  

Il suo difetto maggiore è la lungaggine: 14 canzoni non bastavano, e i Cranberries hanno pensato bene di aggiungervi anche uno strumentale. Quanto sarebbe bello se gli album fossero di 9  canzoni e 40 minuti.

Compositavamente sono sempre i Cranberries: pochi accordi ripetuti, ma con uso sapiente e sobrio delle chitarre che riescono a dare un’atmosfera molto “eterea” alle canzoni. Poi c’è sempre il talento melodico  di  Dolores che,  unito  alla sua voce,  rende i pezzi memorabili.  
I Cranberries non sono stati dei grandi compositori e musicisti, ma certamente degli eccellenti  “songwriters”.  

Essendo un album sottovalutato, voglio fargli  un po’ di giustizia,  analizzando un po’  le canzoni e  i   testi.

Si parte con “Hollywood”,  gran pezzo,  ma  con un testo che, francamente,  non riesco a decifrare.  Capolavoro sprecato per mancanza di lavoro sulle liriche.

Passiamo a “Salvation”,  una canzone contro la droga, stroncata crudelmente dalla critica per essere “banale e ingenua”.  Effettivamente in qualche punto è ingenua.  Dolores ha fatto uso di droghe,  come ha dichiarato,  ma è riuscita ad uscire dal tunnel e in questo pezzo racconta la sua gioia per avercela   fatta,  dicendo che “la salvezza è gratis”. Con qualche miglioramento nei versi, poteva essere un’ottima canzone. Musicalmente, invece, è, secondo me, il punto più basso dell’album.

“When You’re Gone”, è una dolce ballata elettrica. Qui c’è l’“arte del minimalismo” dei Cranberries: pochi note di chitarra elettrica, e un po’ d’organo. Il testo è semplice, ma non banale e non  sdolcinato: da quando ti  ho  incontrato sto tornando a credere nell’amore; anche se tutto intorno mi fa schifo, accanto a te riesco ad essere più positiva.   

“Free to Decide” è una ottima canzone, con un ottimo testo. Nei versi, Dolores manda al diavolo (“to Hell”) un giornalista che l’ha bersagliata. “C’è una guerra a Sarajevo e tu stai a perdere tempo con me”.   

“War Child” è invece una delicata  ballata acustica. Ottima nel testo. Non è una canzone sui bambini vittime della guerra – come ho letto varie volte. Parla dei reduci, chiamati poeticamente  “figli della guerra”. Efficace l’immagine del reduce del  Vietnam a  New York.  Anche se la canzone è delicata,  la cantante non rinuncia al  suo crudo  realismo quando scrive il  vero motivo per cui si fanno il 99% delle guerre: avidità di terra (“territorial greed”). (In Iraq era “avidità di sotto-terra”).

“The Rebels” è un bel lento, in cui Dolores sembra ironizzare  su quelli che non smettono mai di essere “ribelli senza causa” e che  non cresceranno mai (“We will never grow”). È un pezzo minore del disco, ma che nel successivo avrebbe fatto un figurone.

“Electric Blue” è una preghiera, probabilmente a Cristo (con i suoi occhi blue elettrico) a cui chiede aiuto (“Domine Deus adiuva me”) e al suo angelo custode con il quale la cantante si sente protetta. Dolores poteva aggiungere qualcosa di più nelle strofe, magari scrivendo le paure che la attanagliavano. Come dissero i Cranberries, la casa discografica li costrinse ad uscire senza che loro fossero pienamente convinti della completezza delle canzoni. 

“I Just Shot  John Lennon”  è  un bel  testo – anche se, anche qui, sarebbe stato opportuno aggiungere un’altra strofa. Lennon è il mito della O’Riordan e si sente che la cantante conosce bene la sua storia, quando scrive: “Da quel momento, la vita di Lennon smise di essere un dibattito”. La musica non mi fa impazzire. Invece di sprecare un testo così  con una musica così anonima, avrebbero potuto usare la musica di “Hollywood” (che non ha un vero testo) e farne un lento.

“I’m Still Remembering” è una splendida ballata acustica-elettrica. La mia canzone preferita del disco,  per la chitarra scintillante e per via del  finale catartico. Il testo è abbastanza cupo, una lotta contro i demoni della mente. È una lettera che  Dolores scrive a suo marito. È sola e ha bisogno di lui, perché la sua mente sta facendo le bizze e lei  “sta impazzendo”, ricordando gli errori fatti prima di diventare sua moglie. Sta aspettando che la pace ritorni come la “crema che ritorna sempre in superficie”.D

“Joe” e “Cordell” sono altre due bellissime ballate che ricordano il nonno di Dolores, e un amico scomparso. Il mandolino  in  “Joe” è davvero usato con grazia.

“Bosnia” è un gioiello, e, per quel che riguarda, il testo migliore del disco. Dolores dice quanto si è sentita in colpa  stando sicura nella sua terra, mentre a Sarajevo la gente moriva tutti i giorni. Da Sarajevo passa a parlare della mancanza d’amore che  c’è nel mondo.  Alla fine urla chiedendo: amore, e amore per la vita.  

“Will You Remember” è un amaro ricordo del suo vecchio fidanzato, al quale chiede se ricorderà “il futuro che progettavamo insieme”. Alla fine conclude: “Semplicemente ti amerò invano”. L’idea è eccellente, ma il risultato è davvero senza spessore. Sembra una filastrocca.

“Forever Yellow Skies” è una canzone con la cantante che sembra avercela con qualcuno. Francamente, se la potevano risparmiare.  

Con qualche lavoro in più sui versi e qualche canzone in meno, questo disco sarebbe un capolavoro Pop. Spero che qualcuno, leggendo la recensione, lo vada ad ascoltare. È pop-rock, ma di classe.

Dopo aver interrotto il tour alla fine del 1996, Dolores - ormai diventata una delle performer più popolari al mondo - diventerà mamma, e scriverà il disco successivo da sola, mandando agli altri tre membri i pezzi già  fatti.    

Dunque, “To the Faithful Departed” è il canto del cigno dei Cranberries come gruppo.

Anche se i Cranberries continuerenno a scrivere ancora qualcuno dei loro “gioielli  da 4 accordi e senza pretese”    (“Promises”,  “Shattered”, “Fee Fi Fo”, “Dying in the Sun”,  “Dying Inside”, “Chocolate Brown”,  e qualche altro) avrebbero potuto fermarsi qui, lasciando un ottimo ricordo - senza macchie  e senza scadimenti nel pop facile.

Do 4, ma è di più.

Elenco tracce testi e video

01   Hollywood (05:08)

I've got a picture in my head (in my head)
It's me and you, we are in bed (we are in bed)
You'll always be there when I call (when I call)
You'll always be there most of all (all, all, all)

This is not Hollywood
Like I understood
This is not Hollywood
Like, like, like

This is not Hollywood
Like I understood
This is not Hollywood
Like, like, like

Away, runaway, is there anybody there
Away, runaway, is there anybody there
Get away, get away, get away
Get away, get away, get away

I've got a picture in my room, (in my room)
I will return there I presume. (should be soon)
The greatest irony of all, (shoot the wall)
It's not so glamorous at all (at all at all)

This is not Hollywood
Like I understood
This is not Hollywood
Like, like, like

This is not Hollywood
Like I understood
This is not Hollywood
Like, like, like

Runaway, runaway, is there anybody there
Runaway, runaway, is there anybody there
Get away, get away, Get away
Get away, get away, Get away

This is not Hollywood
(Runaway) This is not Hollywood

02   Salvation (02:25)

To all those people doing lines
Don't do it, don't do it
Inject your soul with liberty
It's free, it's free

To all the kids with heroin eyes
Don't do it, don't do it
Because it's not, not what it seems
No, no it's not, not what it seems

Salvation, salvation, salvation is free
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free

To all those parents with sleepless nights
(Sleepless nights)
Tie your kids home to their beds
Clean their heads

To all the kids with heroin eyes
Don't do it, don't do it
Because it's not, not what it seems
No, no it's not, not what it seems

Salvation, salvation, salvation is free
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free

Salvation, salvation, salvation is free
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free

03   When You're Gone (04:58)

Hold on to love,
that is what I do
Now that I've found you
And from above,
everything's stinking
When they're not around you

And in the night,
I could be helpless
I could be lonely,
sleeping without you
And in the day,
everything's complex
There's nothing simple,
when I'm not around you

But I miss you when you're gone
That is what I do, Hey Baby
And it's going to carry on,
That is what I knew, hey, Baby

Hold on to my hands
I feel I'm sinking,
sinking without you
And to my mind,
everything's stinking
Stinking without you

And in the night,
I could be helpless
I could be lonely,
sleeping without you
And in the day,
everything's complex
There's nothing simple,
when I'm not around you

And I miss you when you're gone
That is what I do, hey, Baby
And it's going to carry on
That is what I do, hey, Baby

04   Free to Decide (04:26)

It's not worth anything more than this at all
I live as I choose or I will not live at all

So return to where you've come from
Return to where you dwell
Because harassment's not my forte
But you do it very well

I'm Free To Decide, I'm free to decide
And I'm not so suicidal after all
I'm Free To Decide, I'm free To decide
And I'm not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)

You must have nothing more with your mind to do
There's a war in Russia and Sarejevo, too

So to hell with what you're thinking
And to hell with your narrow mind
You're so distracted from the real thing
You should leave your life behind (behind)

I'm Free To Decide, I'm free to decide
And I'm not so suicidal after all
I'm Free To Decide, I'm free to decide
And I'm not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)

I'm Free To Decide, I'm free to decide
And I'm not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)

At all, At all, At all

05   War Child (03:51)

Who will save the war child baby
Who controls the keys
The web we weave is thick and sordid
Fine by me

At times of war
We're all the losers
There's no victory
We'll shoot to kill, and kill your lover
Fine by me

War Child
Victim of political pride
Plant the seed, territorial greed
Mind, the war child.
We should mind, the war child

I spent last winter in New York
And came upon a man
He was sleeping on the streets and homeless
He said, I fought in Vietnam

Beneath his shirt he wore the mark
He bore the mark of pride
A two-inch deep incision carved
Into his side

War Child!
Victim of political pride
Plant the seed, territorial Greed
Mind, the war child
We should mind, the war child

Who's the loser now
Who's the loser now
We're all the losers now
We're all the losers now

War child, war child

06   Forever Yellow Skies (04:11)

Yellow skies, I can see the yellow skies
See you again, I see you again
In my dreams, in my dreams
in my dreams, in my dreams

Morning light, I remember morning light
Outside my doors, I 'll see you no more
In my dreams, in my dreams
In my dreams, in my dreams

Forever, Forever I'll be forever holding you
Forever, Forever I'll be forever holding you
Responsible, responsible, responsible, responsible

So black and white
It's become so black and white
So insecure, you're so insecure
That's what you are, That's what you are
That's what you are, That's what you are

Forever, Forever I'll be forever holding you.
Forever, Forever I'll be forever holding you.
Responsible, responsible, responsible, responsible

Forever, Forever I'll be forever holding you
Forever, Forever I'll be forever holding you
Responsible, responsible, responsible, responsible

07   The Rebels (03:22)

Seems like yesterday we were sixteen
We were the rebels of the rebel scene
We wore Doc Martens in the sun
Drinking vintage cider having fun
We were, drinking vintage cider having fun

It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all
It wasn't often
It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all
It wasn't often

We wore Doc Martens in the snow
Paint our toenails black and let our hair grow
What I am now is what I was then
I am not more acceptable than them
I am not more acceptable than them

It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all
It wasn't often
It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all
It wasn't often

It wasn't often, it wasn't often
It wasn't often, it wasn't often
It wasn't often, it wasn't often
It wasn't often, it wasn't often

Seems like yesterday we were sixteen
We were The Rebels of the Rebel Scene

08   I Just Shot John Lennon (02:43)

It was the fearful night of December 8th
He was returning home from the studio, late
He had perceptively known that it wouldn't be nice
Because in 1980, he paid the price

John Lennon died, John Lennon died, John Lennon died
John Lennon died, John Lennon died, John Lennon died

With a Smith & Wesson, 38
John Lennon's life was no longer a debate
He should have stayed at home
he should have never cared
And the man who took his life declared, he said:

"I Just Shot John Lennon!"
He said: "I Just Shot John Lennon!"
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
It was a sad and sorry and sickening night

Oh a sad and sorry and sickening sight
It was a sad and sorry and sickening night

"I Just Shot John Lennon!"
He said, "I Just Shot John Lennon!"
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
It was a sad and sorry and sickening night

Oh a sad and sorry and sickening sight
It was a sad and sorry and sickening night

09   Electric Blue (04:53)

Electric blue eyes, where did you come from
Electric blue eyes, who sent you
Electric blue eyes, always be near me
Electric blue eyes, I need you

Domine, Domine, Deus
Domine, Adiuva Me
Domine, Domine, Deus
Domine, Adiuva Me
Hey, eh, hey, eh

If you should go, You should know I love you
If you should go, You should know I'm here
Always be near me, guardian angel
Always be near me, there's no fear

Domine, Domine, Deus
Domine, Adiuva Me
Domine, Domine, Deus
Domine, Adiuva Me
Hey, eh, hey, eh

10   I'm Still Remembering (04:51)

I'm still remembering the day
I gave my life away
I'm still remembering the time
You said you'd be mine
Yesterday was cold and bare
Because you were not there
Yesterday was cold
My story has been told

I need your affection all the way
The world has changed or I've changed in a way
I try to remain
I'm trying not to go insane
I need your affection all the way

I'm still remembering my life
Before I became your wife
I'm still remembering the pain
And the mind games
Reverse psychology, never tainted me
I didn't sell my soul, I didn't sell my soul

I need your affection all the way
The world has changd or I've changed in a way
I try to remain
I'm trying not to go insane
I need your affection all the way

They say the cream will always
Rise to the top
They say that good people
Are always first to drop
What of Kurt Cobain
Will his presence still remain
Remember J.F.K.
Ever saintly in a way

Where are you now
Where are you now
Where are you now
I say, where are you now

I need your affection all the way
I need your affection all the way
I need your affection all the way
I need your affection all the way

11   Will You Remember? (02:51)

12   Joe (03:23)

There was a time, I was so lonely (away)
Remember the time, It was a Friday (away)
You made me feel fine, We did it my way (away)
I sat on your knees, every Friday (away)

(We walked in fields of golden hay)
I still recall you
(We walked in fields of golden hay)
I see you in the summer

Joe, Joe

I sat on your chair by the fire. (away)
Transfixed in a stare taking me higher (away)
Precious years to remember (away)
Childhood fears I surrender (away)

(We walked in fields of golden hay)
I still recall you
(We walked in fields of golden hay)
I see you in the summer

Joe, Joe

13   Bosnia (05:38)

BOSNIA Lyrics


I would like to state my vision
Life was so unfair
We live in our secure surroundings
And people die out there

Bosnia, was so unkind
Sarejevo, change my mind
And we all call out in despair
All the love we need isn't there
And we all sing songs in our rooms
SARAJEVO erects another tomb

SARAJEVO! SARAJEVO! SARAJEVO! SARAJEVO!
Bosnia, was so unkind
SARAJEVO! SARAJEVO! SARAJEVO!
Bosnia, was so unkind

Sure, things would change
If we really wanted them to
No fear for children anymore
There are babies in their beds
Terror in their heads
for the love of life!

When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?

Rummmpatitum, Rummmpatilum
Traboo, Traboo, Traboo

14   Cordell (03:40)

Though once you ruled my mind
I thought you'd always be there
And I'll always hold on to your face
But everything changes in time
And the answers are not always fair
And I hope you've gone to a better place

Cordell, time will tell
They say that you passed away
And I hope you've gone to a better place
Time will tell, time will tell
They say that you passed away
And I know that you've gone to a better place

Cordell, Cordell
Cordell, Cordell

Your lover and baby will cry
But your presence will always remain
Is this how it was meant to be
You meant something more to me
Than what many people will see
And to hell with the industry

Cordell, time will tell
They say that you passed away
And I hope you've gone to a better place
Time will tell, time will tell
We all will depart and decay
And we all will return to a better place

Cordell, Cordell
Cordell, Cordell

Nana, nana, nana, nana
Nana, nana, nana, nana

15   The Picture I View (02:28)

I haven't changed but my life has
People are strange when it's like us
I did something wrong to them
And I don't even know your name
No I don't even know your name

I swear that he's good for me
And I swear he looks after me
And I swear he looks out for me
And I swear that he's good, good, good

Laha, laha, laha the picture i view
Laha, laha, laha the picture i view
Laha, laha, laha the picture i view
Laha, laha, laha the picture i view

All my plans and promises
went tumbling down the hill
All my friends and promises
went tumbling down the hill

I haven't changed but my life has
People are strange when it's like us
I did something wrong to them
And I don't even know your name
No I don't even know your name
Don't even know your name

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Di  charles

 "Il miglior episodio del disco lo si trova in un brano di rara bellezza, che si discosta notevolmente dal sound della band: 'War Child'."

 "Salvation è uno dei brani più tirati che i Cranberries abbiano mai realizzato, con un chiaro messaggio contro la droga."