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“E la festa, e la banda, e i palloncini...un colpo al cuore mi fate venire!!!”
Così diceva Lucia virgola Carla virgola qualcosa, una delle mie zie magiche. E importa poco come quando e perché. Importa solo che ogni volta che la magia mi prende penso a quella frase.
“E la ragazza dai capelli rossi e le notti d’estate e Three imaginary boys...”e questa non è più Lucia virgola Carla virgola qualcosa, oh no...”
Questo son io, ovvero Lulù virgola Mojo virgola qualcosa, anche se non sono uno zio magico, oppure (chissà?) forse lo sono…
E allora si, allora ve lo dico di nuovo: “E la ragazza dai capelli rossi e le notti d’estate e Three imaginary boys...un colpo al cuore mi fate venire!!!”
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E comunque che sia questo il power pop?
Questa musica magra magra, nervosa nervosa, scarna scarna, essenziale essenziale ma clamorosamente appiccicosa e, soprattutto, incredibilmente fresca?
Ascoltarla è svegliarsi e sentirsi giovani, giusto il tempo di dare un bacino alla mamma che ti ha preparato il caffè e poi via…
Immagino che i testi, conoscendo il personaggio, sian carichi d’angoscia...ma fa niente esser carichi d’angoscia basta esser giovani…
Quando ho letto che la ragione sociale, la cura, viene da un verso di Nick Drake, ovvero “a trouble cure for a trouble mind” ho provato un brivido di gioia…
Io avevo una cassettina rossa c90, lato uno i ragazzi immaginari lato due i diciassette secondi...e l’ho ascoltata a sfinimento, che gli album non li ho mai comprati (sono un po’ tirchio)…finito il primo lato andavo col secondo, uno due uno due uno due…
Son quasi lo stesso disco per me.
Il lato due, ovvero i diciassette secondi, è forse più figo, che li altro che scarni!!!...scarnificati piuttosto e disossati, scheletrici...una roba assai wave...e nelle intenzioni addirittura l’idea di unire atmosfere alla Nick Drake ai suoni tipo“Low” del Bowie…
Ma nel lato uno, ovvero “Three imaginary boys”, niente Nick Drake, niente David Bowie…solo pop rock del massimo (massimissimo) livello…sognante, nervoso, malinconico e felice…qualcosa tra una notte in bianco e la campanella della scuola a mezzogiorno...
Se non lo avete mai fatto, ascoltatelo...e, dopo averlo fatto, date un bacino alla mamma che vi ha preparato il caffè e poi... poi via…
Via!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trallallà…
(Luludia posseduto dallo spirito di Mojo)
Elenco tracce testi e video
02 Accuracy (02:18)
We sit in the same room
Side by side
I give you the wrong lines
Feed you
Look into my eyes
We both smile
I could kill you
Without trying
That's accuracy
Practice all day for accuracy
Mirror mirror on the wall...
03 Grinding Halt (02:49)
No light
No people
No speak
No people
No cars
No people
No food
No people
Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
No sound
No people
No clocks
No people
No fine
No people
No me
No people
Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Slow down
Slow down
No people
Slow down
Everything's coming to a...
05 Object (03:03)
You know you turn me on
Eyes so wide and legs so long
But don't try to talk to me
I won't listen to your lies
You're just an object in my eyes
Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don't try to fool me
Because I can see through your disguise
You're just an object in my eyes
But I don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objection
To you touching me...
Object object object object...
You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And I want you
But don't try to hold me
Because I don't want any ties
You're just an object in my eyes
But I don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me...
You're just an object
Object object object
You're just an object
06 Subway Song (02:01)
Midnight in the subway
She's on her way home
She tries hard not to run
But she feels she's not alone
Echoes of footsteps
Follow close behind
But she dare not turn around...
Turn around...
07 Foxy Lady (02:29)
You know you're a cute little heart-breaker
You know you're a sweet little love-maker
I want to take you home
I won't do you no harm
You've got to be all mine
All mine
I see you come down on the scene, Foxy
You make me want to get up and scream, Foxy
I've made up my mind
I'm tired of wasting all my precious time
You've got to be all mine
All mine
08 Meathook (02:18)
I went into the butchers
I said wanted wanted wanted some...
Meat
Pass me some of that steak over there
It looks so...
Sweet
I lost my heart to a meathook!
That butcher man was some...
Lady
He really stole my heart
He hung me up on his meathook
A real piece of...
Slaughterhouse art
I lost my heart to a meathook!
There's a meathook in my heart
Tearing me all apart
Ripping out my insides
But I just can't get away
I can't leave my
Meathook
10 Fire in Cairo (03:23)
Slowly fading blue
The eastern hollows catch
The dying sun
Night time follows
Silent and black
Mirror pool mirrors
The lonely place
Where I meet you
See your head
In the fading light
And through the dark
Your eyes shine bright
And burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo
Shifting crimson veil
Silken hips slide
Under my hand
Swollen lips whisper my name
And I yearn
You take me in your arms
And start to burn
F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O
Then the heat disappears
And the mirage
Fades away...
F.I.R.E.I.N.C.A.I.R.O
Burn like a fire in Cairo
Burn like a fire
Blaze like a fire in Cairo
Blaze like a fire
Flare with a wonderful light
Like a fire in Cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like
Fire in Cairo
11 It's Not You (02:49)
You wear your smile
Like it was going out of fashion
Dress to inflame
But douse any ideas of passion
You carry your love in a trinket
Hanging round your throat
Always inviting
Always exciting
But I must not take off my coat
Well I'm tired of hanging around
I want someone new
I'm not sure who I've got in mind
But I know
It's not you
You ask me questions
That I never wanted to hear
I am the only one
Just until you finish this year
I would murder you
If I had an alibi
Here in my hand
But you just laugh
Beause you don't understand
That I'm tired of hanging around
I want somebody new
I'm not sure
Who I've got in mind
But I know that it's not you
It's not you
It's not you
It's not you
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Di Ghemison
Un esordio da paura, geniale, fresco, magari ce ne fossero più spesso.
Un dandy poetico triste esagerato magico.
