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Il 1971 deve essere stato un anno particolarmente figo da vivere,non so già l'idea di essere negli anni '70 mi farebbe venire.Strane perversioni o no,comunque il solo ''Sticky fingers'' sarebbe valso il brivido di viverselo sul ''momento''.
Definirlo capolavoro e stare qui a sviolinare i Rolling Stones di questa autentica opera d'arte sbattuta così in faccia con una cover (di Warhol) dove un pacco è in bell'evidenza sarebbe poco.Si un bel paio di jeans che lasciano un pò così all'immaginazione,ma del resto se fai dieci canzoni in questo modo,in copertina puoi metterci quel cazzo che ti pare.Scorrere ogni canzone,dicendo questa si questa è bella uguale non renderebbe l'idea,ed io non sono certo un vero recensore,credo solo che in ''Sticky fingers'' ci sia tutto il rock.
Ad esempio,per corroborare(si corroborare) cotanta affermazione, prendiamo chessò un brano come ''Sister morphine'',ecco lo si potrebbe benissimo catapultare nell'epoca grunge e nessuno si accorgerebbe di quei 20 e passa anni di salto.Sfido a sostenere il contrario.E sfido a trovare una macchina del tempo per farlo ed averne conferma.Avanti.
La sporca e rock ''Sway'' che ti accoglie dopo la prima strapassata ''Brown Sugar'' è il classico brano in cui cazzo ti viene voglia di premere le cuffie agli orecchi,dove vuoi la musica fino in fondo al corpo,stesso vale per ''Bitch''.Un Richards che mi fa impazzì.
Il classico discone classicone,nel senso che se vivi per il rock questa è una bistecca da gustare boccone dopo boccone senza lasciare niente nel piatto.Accostare la portata in questione ad altre tipo ''Beggars Banquet'' , ''Let it Bleed'' ed ''Exile on Main st'' e siamo apposto per molti decenni per quanto riguarda l'ascoltare ottima musica rock.
Con ''Sticky fingers'' questi tossiconi dei sassi rotolanti hanno cucinato dieci canzoni belle drogate e blues,ascoltarle da mezzi sbronzi è uno dei piaceri della vita.
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01 Brown Sugar (03:50)
Gold Coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver, know he's doing alright
Hear him whip the women just around midnight
Brown sugar, how come you taste so good?
Brown sugar, just like a young girl should, uh huh
Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wond'ring where it's gonna stop
House boy knows that he's doing alright
You shoulda heard him just around midnight
Brown sugar, how come you taste so good, now?
Brown sugar, just like a young girl should, now
Ah, get along
Brown sugar, how come you taste so good, babe?
Ah, got me feelin' now
Brown sugar, just like a black girl should, yeah
Now, I bet your mama was a tent show queen
And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen
I'm no schoolboy, but I know what I like
You shoulda heard me just around midnight
Brown sugar, how come you taste so good, babe?
Ah, brown sugar, just like a young girl should, yeah
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
How come you, how come you taste so good?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Just like a, just like a black girl should
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
02 Sway (03:52)
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind
Destroyed your notion of circular time
It's just that demon life has got you in its sway
It's just that demon life has got you in its sway
Ain't flinging tears out on the dusty ground
For all my friends out on the burial ground
Can't stand the feeling getting so brought down
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
There must be ways to find out
Love is the way they say is really strutting out
Hey, hey, hey now
One day I woke up to find
Right in the bed next to mine
Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeah
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
It's just that demon life has got me...
It's just that demon life has got me...
03 Wild Horses (05:43)
Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady, you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom, but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living, after we die
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day
04 Can't You Hear Me Knocking (07:15)
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Yeah, you got satin shoes
Yeah, you got plastic boots
Y'all got cocaine eyes
Yeah, you got speed-freak jive
Can't you hear me knockin' on your window
Can't you hear me knockin' on your door
Can't you hear me knockin' down your dirty street, yeah
Help me baby, ain't no stranger
Help me baby, ain't no stranger
Help me baby, ain't no stranger
Can't you hear me knockin', ahh, are you safe asleep?
Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, down the gas light street, now
Can't you hear me knockin', yeah, throw me down the keys
Alright now
Hear me ringing big bell tolls
Hear me singing soft and low
I've been begging on my knees
I've been kickin', help me please
Hear me prowlin'
I'm gonna take you down
Hear me growlin'
Yeah, I've got flatted feet now, now, now, now
Hear me howlin'
And all, all around your street now
Hear me knockin'
And all, all around your town
05 You Gotta Move (02:33)
(F. McDowell)
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move, child
You gotta move
Oh, when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich, child
You may be poor
But when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You see that woman
Who walks the street
You see that police
Upon his beat
But then the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
06 Bitch (03:38)
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Feeling so tired, can't understand it
Just had a fortnight's sleep
I'm feeling so tired, I'm so distracted
Ain't touched a thing all week
I'm feeling drunk, juiced up and sloppy
Ain't touched a drink all night
I'm feeling hungry, can't see the reason
Just ate a horse meat pie
Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart is beating louder than a big bass drum, alright
Yeah, you got to mix it child
You got to fix it must be love
It's a bitch
You got to mix it child
You got to fix it but love
It's a bitch, alright
Sometimes I'm sexy, move like a stud
Kicking the stall all night
Sometimes I'm so shy, got to be worked on
Don't have no bark or bite, alright
Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah when you lay me out
My heart is bumpin' louder than a big bass drum, alright
I said hey, yeah I feel alright now
Got to be a...
Hey, I feel alright now
Hey hey hey
Hey hey yeah...
10 Moonlight Mile (05:55)
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
When the wind blows and the rain feels cold
With a head full of snow
With a head full of snow
In the window there's a face you know
Don't the nights pass slow
Don't the nights pass slow
The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind
Just another mad mad day on the road
I am just living to be dying by your side
But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road
Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes
Gonna warm my bones
Gonna warm my bones
I got silence on my radio
Let the air waves flow
Let the air waves flow
Oh I'm sleeping under strange strange skies
Just another mad mad day on the road
My dreams is fading down the railway line
I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road
I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile
I'm hiding baby and I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile
I'm riding down you moonlight mile
Let it go now, come on up babe
Yeah, let it go now
Yeah, flow now baby
Yeah move on now yeah
Yeah, I'm coming home
'Cause, I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road
Down the road, down the road
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Altre recensioni
Di tiziocaio
I duri, in questo caso gli Stones, sono capaci di farci sognare, Keith arpeggia da Dio e il ritornello cantato dai Glimmer Twins dà i brividi.
Ogni brano fa storia a sé, difficilmente gli Stones toccheranno certe vette.
Di Viva Lì
Il periodo nero si trasforma, magicamente, in oro colato, perle da vendere al miglior offerente e ricercatezze tanto sublimi quanto epocali.
Sticky Fingers possiede un ritmo e una capacità, quasi tribale, di avvolgerti e abbracciarti anche dopo l'ennesimo ascolto.
Di azzo
Quanto ha influito sugli ultimi trent'anni della mia vita.
Gli Stones rivisitano con le loro dita appiccicaticce, ed immane maestria, tutto lo scibile di rock'n'roll e rythm'n'blues dagli albori al 1970.
Di Giuseppe13
"Sticky Fingers non ha (mai) avuto i giusti riconoscimenti, a parte il grande successo iniziale."
"Mick Taylor ha rappresentato il miglior guitar sound del gruppo, forse non quello più riconoscibile, ma quello più sorprendente e godibile."
