• Voto:
Strani giorni li avevano trovati.
1967, il ricordo della Summer of Love ancora nelle menti d'incenso dei giovani hippie, i sogni di cambiare il mondo, l'amore, la pace, la guerra. Strani giorni in quegli anni, i ghetti neri di Detroit e Newark scossi da violente e insanguinate proteste, il Vietnam, il giovane rivoluzionario argentino Ernesto Guevara, detto "Il Che" assassinato in circostanze misteriose. C'è chi sintetizza gli ideali sbandierati dalle nuove generazioni cantando che "tutto quello di cui hai bisogno è amore", e invece c'è qualcun'altro che dietro i profumi esotici di cambiamento e hashish percepisce ancora qualcosa di profondamente anomalo.
I Doors sono in testa alle classifiche dopo "Light My Fire", il successo del primo album è incredibile, ma la band non si siede sugli allori e al contrario, trascinata da un incredibile entusiasmo decide di pubblicare letteralmente di filata il secondo album; anch'esso composto in gran parte da pezzi ideati precedentemente all'uscita di "The Doors". I testi di "Strange Days" sono magnetici e terribilmente espressivi. Forse con questo disco più di ogni altro Morrison tenta di arrivare al suo scopo primario: raggiungere la teatralità. La sua prima passione, e forse più grande, rimaneva il cinema, non dimentichiamocelo.
"When the Music's Over" spesso paragonata a "The End" come suo contraltare, è in realtà profondamente diversa. Non più cavalcate oniriche tra sogno e realtà ma un'interpretazione che lentamente, progressivamente, abbandona a sé stesso il cantante, lasciandolo solo al centro della scena. Gli strumenti si spengono come le luci dopo un concerto, e lasciano spazio a una pura e solitaria recitazione teatrale. Declamazioni lapidarie, quasi terrificanti. Come quella di "Horse Latitudes", il pezzo che in assoluto più rappresenta la filosofia del disco assieme a quello d'apertura. Jim Morrison non è più un cantante: è un angelo dell'apocalisse. Vede gettare in acqua cavalli da un vascello tra le onde infuriate del mare. Esseri soli e ormai senza più speranza, come noi, ma composti e dignitosi fino alla fine. E' un Jim Morrison già non più spavaldo, che si nasconde dagli sguardi freddi e severi della gente. È un poeta decadente che è chiuso nella sua torre d'avorio e che vuole disperatamente uscirne fuori. In un modo o nell'altro alla fine ci riuscirà.
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04 Unhappy Girl (02:00)
You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
Tell me who
Are you?
I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, yeah
I'm sure that you know what to do
You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
Tell me who
Are you?
I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, girl
I'm sure that you know what to do
You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
05 Horse Latitudes (01:35)
When the still sea
Conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted currents
Breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over
06 Moonlight Drive (03:02)
Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evening that the
City sleeps to hide
Let's swim out tonight love
It's our time to try
Park besides the ocean
On our moonlight drive
Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
Surrender to the waking world that
Laps against our side
Nothing left open and
No time to decide
We'll stop into a river
On our moonlight drive
Let's swim to the moon
Let's climb through the tide
You'll reach your hand to hold me
But I can't be your guide
It's easy to love you
As I watch you glide
Falling through wet forests
On our moonlight drive, baby
Moonlight drive
Come on baby, gonna take a little ride
Come on, down by the oceanside
Gonna get real close, get real tight
Baby, gonna drown tonight
Gonna drown, drown, drown
07 People Are Strange (02:12)
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Alright, yeah
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
08 My Eyes Have Seen You (02:29)
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Stand in your door
Meet inside
Show me some more
Show me some more
Show me some more
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Turn and stare
Fix your hair
Move upstairs
Move upstairs
Move upstairs
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Free from disguise
Gazing on a city
Under television skies
Television skies
Television skies
My eyes have seen you
My eyes have seen you
Eyes have seen you
Let them photograph your soul
Memorize your alleys
On an endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
Endless roll
09 I Can't See Your Face in My Mind (03:26)
I can't see your face in my mind
I can't see your face in my mind
Carnival dogs consume the lines
Can't see your face in my mind
Don't you cry
Baby, please don't cry
And don't look at me with your eyes
I can't seem to find the right lie
I can't seem to find the right lie
Insanity's horse adorns the sky
Can't seem to find the right lie
Carnival dogs consume the lines
Can't see your face in my mind
Don't you cry
Baby, please don't cry
I won't need your picture until we say goodbye
10 When the Music's Over (10:56)
When the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
When the music's over
When the music's over
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends, alive she cried
Waiting for me
Outside
Before I sink into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly
Come back, baby
Back into my arms
We're getting tired of hangin' around
Waitin' around with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft yet very clear
Come today
Come today
What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it
We want the world and we want it
Now
Now?
Now!
Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us, Jesus
Save us
So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Well the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Eh? Okay, let's do one more.
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Altre recensioni
Di Grasshopper
"Strange Days riesce a non far rimpiangere troppo il predecessore."
"Alla disperazione assoluta e senza fiato di 'The End' è subentrata una dura e concreta rabbia."
Di expresuntuoso
"Strange days... have found us..." Inizio di un viaggio che non permette ritorni.
"Questa era 'People Are Strange'... voglio urlare!"
Di joe strummer
Il sole si è spento.
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection: Morrison ci porta ad esplorare i meandri del subconscio.
Di nikko89
È un disco senza uscita come un labirinto di solitudine, che affronta l'alienazione senza retorica e senza ricami patetici.
Jim scruta nell'abisso, così come lascia che l'abisso scruti in lui, e tutto questo fino alla fine.
Di paolofreddie
Jim è un poeta del rock, maledetto, un autore solitario che legge libri di Blake e scrive poesie su poesie, canzoni su canzoni.
Quando la musica è l'unica tua amica fino alla fine.
