Allora,siamo nel 1981,poteva capitare di comprarlo da un tipo alla fermata dell'autobus.
Quel disco avrebbe poi allietato i miei lunghi e tediosi soggiorni estivi in montagna,dove,tra una passeggiata e l'altra,nel silenzio del primo pomeriggio avevo l'abitudine di ascoltarlo scarabocchiando un notes sul tavolo della cucina,tra le ripartenze cadenzate del frigo e l'odore un pò acre delle stoviglie appese ad asciugare.
La montagna è un luogo dove il tempo sembra essersi fermato.
Ancora oggi ci sono la grande croce che si illumina all'imbrunire,il campanile in pietra,le seconde case ormai in disuso,tinteggiate di verde marcio e con gli infissi in alluminio grezzo come si usava allora.
Ogni tanto ci torno,per ritrovare me stesso e per chiedermi cosa sono stato,per riassaporare la tanto odiata noia e quell'attesa fatta di speranze sempre piu sbiadite.
Ecco una compilation (o meglio una raccolta,come si diceva allora) di cui si potrebbe fare tranquillamente a meno. Anzichenò!
E si,perche in questo album apparentemente irrilevante c'è tutta la filosofia Stones,dieci brani letteralmente "succhiati" dai seventies e riversati su disco senza una logica apparente,uno spaccato variopinto ed efficace della loro pur poco esaltante produzione dal '74 al 1980 che tanto ha diviso e scontentato i fans.
Ma la piu grande band del pianeta non teme di mostrare le rughe,il suo aspetto piu decadente,la perdita di ispirazione e il tentativo di rinnovarsi cavalcando le mode senza mai rinnegare se stessa.
Non i brani migliori quindi,ma estratti dai vari album,B sides,remissaggi ed esibizioni live,tutto in una miscellanea che riesce comunque ad assumere una forma definita e brillare di luce propria,diventando una delle loro raccolte ufficiali,con un buon successo di vendite e tuttora ristampata.
Essenziale la copertina,come si conviene ad un opera che non ha nulla o quasi da aggiungere,una piccola appendice del decennio appena trascorso,in vista della grande imminente zampata,il fortunatissimo Tattoo You.
La nostalgia da un valore a ogni cosa
anche ai giorni noiosi
anche a un disco comprato alla fermata del bus
A Paolino,con simpatia.
Tracce
Shattered
Everything Is Turning To Gold
Hot Stuff
Time Waits For No One
Fool To Cry
Mannish Boy
When the Whip Comes Down
If I Was a Dancer (Dance Pt. 2)
Crazy Mama
Beast of Burden
Formazione
Mick Jagger - voce, chitarra
Keith Richards - chitarra, voce
Ron Wood - chitarra
Bill Wyman - basso
Charlie Watts - batteria
Elenco tracce e testi
01 Shattered (03:46)
Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams are still surviving on the streets
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm shattered
Shattered
Friends are so alarming, my lover's never charming
Life's just a cocktail party on the street, Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags (Shadoobie, shattered)
Directing traffic, some kind of fashion
Shattered
Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm shattered
Shattered
All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta, I can't give it away on 7th Avenue (Shadoobie, shattered)
This town's been wearing tatters, uh-huh
Shadoobie, shattered
Work and work for love and sex
And ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter?
Shattered, does it matter?
Shattered
Ahh look at me, I'm shattered
I'm shattered
Look at me, I'm shattered
Shattered
Pride and joy and greed and sex, that's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street (Tatters)
And look at me, I'm in tatters
I've been battered (Shattered)
What does it matter? (Shattered)
Does it matter? (Shattered)
Uh-huh, does it matter?
Uh-huh, I'm shattered
Mmm, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered, shattered
Don't you know the crime rate's going up, up, up, up, up (Shadoobie, shattered)
To live in this town, you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough (Shadoobie, shattered, shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
You got rats on the west side, bed bugs uptown (Shadoobie, shattered)
What a mess, this town's in tatters, I've been shattered (Shadoobie, shattered)
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan (Shadoobie, shattered)
Shadoobie, shattered, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Shadoobie, shattered
Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers (Shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, uh-huh (Shadoobie, shattered, shadoobie, shattered)
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered (Shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
My friends they come around they (Shadoobie, shattered)
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter (Shadoobie, shattered)
Pile it up, pile it up, pile it high on the platter (Shadoobie, shattered, shattered)
09 Crazy Mama (04:08)
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Well you're crazy Mama
With your ball and chain
And your sawn off shotgun
Blown out brains, yeah
You can scandalize me
Scorn my name
You can steal my money
And that don't mean a doggone thing
Cause if you really think you can push it
I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet
Your crazy mama, ah yeah
Well your old time religion
Is just a superstition
You going to pay high prices
For your sacrificises
Well your blood and thunder
Sure can't faze me none
If your going to keep on coming
I'm gonna take it all head on
If you don't believe I'm going to do it
Just wait till you get hit by that bullet
Don't think I ain't thought about it
But it sure makes my shackles rise
And cold blood murder
Make me want to draw the line
Well your crazy mama
With your ball and chain
Plain psychotic
Plain insane
If you don't think I'm gonna do it
Just wait for the thud of the bullet
10 Beast of Burden (03:27)
I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but it's a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see
I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby make sweet love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
I'm not too blind to see
Oh little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl
You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty
Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on baby please, please, please
I'll tell ya
You can put me out
On the street
Put me out
With no shoes on my feet
But, put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery
Yeah, all your sickness
I can suck it up
Throw it all at me
I can shrug it off
There's one thing baby
That I don't understand
You keep on telling me
I ain't your kind of man
Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby
Ain't I tough enough
Ain't I rich enough, in love enough
Ooh! Ooh! Please
I'll never be your beast of burden
I'll never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles and my feet are hurting
All I want is you to make love to me
I don't need beast of burden
I need no fussing
I need no nursing
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
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