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“Il cielo è la figa più grande di tutte” e pare contenga tutti i binomi fantastici del mondo, Hardy/Laurel per dire...
Oppure il mondo blu e quello rosa...
E, certo, anche la salsiccia e i cavolini di Bruxelles....Senza dimenticarsi dellla melamzana di Parigi, ovvio.
Il cielo, e anche la musica. Che ci son Graziella e Imelda, due stelline musicofile, due che l'armonia delle sfere non se la cagano nemmeno di striscio.
Son loro, rispettivamente, le mamme del rock''n' roll e del pop sbarazzino.
Che i babbi, volta a volta, son musicisti cazzuti o in preda a dolcezza data da droghin droguccia....
Ah, oggi entriamo in una distilleria di campagna. Gli Zombies vengono da li...
Col loro pop zuccherino e sballoso come certi liquorini della nonna. Ne basta mezzo bicchiere per ritrovarsi sulle nuvole. E non importa se, una volta scesi, avrete la lingua e le dita appiccicose.
Che una di quelle due stelle sorride, o forse sorridono tutte e due.
Anche perché, subito dopo, a radio Mojo, è il turno di rocchettino svelto e veloce atto a sgranchire le membra rattrappite.
E noi si balla, ma un pezzettino dell'animucia/cuore è ancora con quegli sballatissimi morti viventi...
E mentalmente sorseggia, in preda all'acquolina, quel liquorino della nonna.
O, nel mio caso, della zia...
Che io me lo ricordo quel suo intruglio aromatico, dolciastro e colorato anche se, quando ero piccolo, potevo solo assaggiarlo
Ah,aveva un effetto magico su chiunque lo bevese...
Scioglieva gli affanni e aiutava a raggiungere quello stato in cui è massima la nostra intimità col mondo e con le cose.
Siccome era lo stesso effetto che lei faceva a me, scherzando le dicevo che quel liquorino le assomigliava. E, probabilmente, qualche stilla del suo splendore ci finiva davvero dentro quelle bottiglie.
Qualche volta l'ho aiutata a prepararlo, ma non sperate che ve ne riveli la ricetta, quella è segreta. In ogni caso lei lo chiamava brodino di papavero.
La zia comunque non era una morta vivente iper sballata...Era solo una zia molto califragili...
Trallallà...
PS: il cielo/figa viene dallo zio Buk, uno che non faceva pop zuccerino/zuccheroso, un altro binomio fantastico quindi....
PPS: per il concetto di binomio fantastico chiedere a Gianni Rodari...
PPPS: credo di aver mangiato uno yogurt scaduto, un tempo era una pratica psichedelica piuttosto in voga...
Trallallà 2...
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 Care of Cell 44 (03:59)
Good morning to you I hope you're feeling better baby
Thinking of me while you are far away
Counting the days until they set you free again
Writing this letter hoping you're okay
Saved you the room you used to stay in every Sunday
The one that is warmed by sunshine every day
And we'll get to know each other for a second time
And then you can tell me 'bout your prison stay...
Feels so good...
You're coming home soon!
It's gonna to be good to have you back again with me
Watching the laughter play around your eyes
Come up and fetch you, saved up for the train fare money
Kiss and make up and it will be so nice...
Feels so good...
You're coming home soon!
Walking the way we used to walk
And it could be so nice...
We're talking the way we used to talk
And it could be so nice...
It's gonna be good to have you back again with me
Watching the laughter play around your eyes
Come up and fetch you, saved up for the train fare money
Kiss and make up and it will be so nice...
Feels so good...
You're coming home soon!
Feels so good...
You're coming home soon!
02 A Rose for Emily (02:21)
The summer is here at last
The sky is overcast
And no one brings a rose for Emily
She watches her flowers grow
While lovers come and go
To give each other roses from her tree
But not a rose for Emily...
Emily, can't you see
There's nothing you can do?
There's loving everywhere
But none for you...
Her roses are fading now
She keeps her pride somehow
That's all she has protecting her from pain
And as the years go by
She will grow old and die
The roses in her garden fade away
Not one left for her grave
Not a rose for Emily...
Emily, can't you see
There's nothing you can do?
There's loving everywhere
But none for you...
Her roses are fading now
She keeps her pride somehow
That's all she has protecting her from pain
And as the years go by
She will grow old and die
The roses in her garden fade away
Not one left for her grave
Not a rose for Emily
03 Maybe After He's Gone (02:38)
She told me she loved me
With words as soft as morning rain
But the light that fell upon me
Turned to shadow when he came
Maybe after he's gone
She'll come back
Love me again
Maybe after he's gone
She'll come back
Want me again
I remember joy and pain
Her smile, her tears are part of me
I feel I'll never breathe again
I feel life's gone from me
Maybe after he's gone
She'll come back
Love me again
Maybe after he's gone
She'll come back
Want me again
All the days and all the nights
Are time just passing by
And all the dreams I'm dreaming now
Hide the tears that I cry
I feel so cold, I'm on my own
As the night folds in around me
Night surrounds me, I'm alone
Maybe after he's gone
She'll come back
Love me again
Maybe after he's gone
She'll come back
Want me again
04 Beechwood Park (02:46)
Do you remember summer days
Just after summer rain
When all the air was damp and warm
In the green of country lanes?
And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care
About your world
Your summer world
And we would count the evening stars
As the day grew dark
In Beechwood Park...
Do you remember golden days and golden summer sun
The sound of laughter in our ears
In the breeze as we would run?
And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care
About your world
Your summer world
And we would count the evening stars
As the day grew dark
In Beechwood Park...
Oh roads in my mind
Take me back in my mind
And I can't forget you
Won't forget you
Won't forget those days
And Beechwood Park...
And the breeze would touch your hair
Kiss your face and make you care
About your world
Your summer world
And we would count the evening stars
As the day grew dark
In Beechwood Park...
Oh roads in my mind
Take me back in my mind
And I can't forget you
Won't forget you
Won't forget those days
And Beechwood Park...
05 Brief Candles (03:35)
There she sits her hands are held
Tight around her glass
She only needs to be alone
She knows this mood will pass
To realize that she was strong
And he too weak to stay
And to realize that she is better off this way
Brief candles in her mind
Bright and tiny gems of memory
Brief candles burn so fine
Leaves a light inside where she can see
What makes it all worthwhile
Her sadness makes her smile...
His alone girl fades away
Left out on a limb
Finds he needs her more because
She's no more need for him
He understood so very well
The things she had to say
Soon he'll understand that he is better off this way
Brief candles in his mind
Bright and tiny gems of memory
Brief candles burn so fine
Leaves a light inside where he can see
What makes it all worthwhile
His sadness makes him smile...
In the corner see his face
The man just sips his drink
Not one feeling does he show
Far too numb to think
He does not say a single word
No word of love to say
Maybe he will soon believe he's better off this way...
Brief candles in his mind
Bright and tiny gems of memory
Brief candles burn so fine
Leaves a light inside where he can see
What makes it all worthwhile
His sadness makes him smile...
06 Hung Up on a Dream (03:05)
Well I remember yesterday
Just drifting slowly through a crowded street
With neon darkness shimmering through the haze
A sea of faces rippling in the heat
And from that nameless changing crowd
A sweet vibration seemed to fill the air
I stood astounded, staring hard
At men with flowers resting in their hair
A sweet confusion filled my mind
Until I woke up only finding
Everything was just a dream
A dream unusual of its kind
That gave me peace and blew my mind
And now I'm hung up on a dream
They spoke with soft persuading words
About a living creed of gentle love
And turned me on to sounds unheard
And showed me strangest clouded sights above
Which gently touched my aching mind
And soothed the wonderings of my troubled brain
Sometimes I think I'll never find
Such purity and peace of mind again
07 Changes (03:20)
I knew her when summer was her crown
And autumn sat how brown her eyes
Now
See her walk by
Peppermint coat
Button-down clothes
Buttoned up high
Diamonds and stones
Hang from her hand
Isn't she smart
Isn't she grand
I knew her when summer was her crown
And autumn sat how brown her eyes
I knew her when winter was her cloak
And spring her voice she spoke to me
Now
Silver and gold
Strawberry clothes
Money will buy
Something to hold
See in her eyes
Nothing will last
Like emerald stones
and platinum ...
09 This Will Be Our Year (02:10)
The warmth of your love's
Like the warmth from the sun
And this will be our year
Took a long time to come
Don't let go of my hand
Now darkness has gone
This will be our year
Took a long time to come
And I won't forget
The way you helped me
Up when I was down
And I won't forget
The way you said
Darling I love you
You gave me faith to go on
Now we're there
And we've only just begun
This will be our year
Took a long time to come
The warmth of your smile
Smile for me little one
And this will be our year
Took a long time to come
You don't have to worry
All your worried days are gone
And this will be our year
Took a long time to come
And I won't forget
The way you helped me
Up when I was down
And I won't forget
The way you said
Darling I love you
You gave me faith to go on
Now we're there
And we've only just begun
This will be our year
Took a long time to come
And this will be our year
Took a long time to come
10 Butcher's Tale (Western Front 1914) (02:52)
A butcher, yes that was my trade
But the King's shilling is now my fee
A butcher I may as well have stayed
For the slaughter that I see
And the preacher in his pulpit
Sermoned "Go and fight, do what is right"
But he don't have to hear these guns
And I bet he sleeps at night
And I...
And I can't stop shaking
My hands won't stop shaking
My arms won't stop shaking
My mind won't stop shaking
I want to go home
Please let me go home
Go home
And I have seen a friend of mine
Hang on the wire like some rag toy
Then in the heat the flies come down
And cover up the boy
And the flies come down in Gommecourt,
Thiepval, Mametz Wood, and French Verdun
If the preacher, he could see those flies
Wouldn't preach for the sound of guns
And I...
And I can't stop shaking
My hands won't stop shaking
My arms won't stop shaking
My mind won't stop shaking
I want to go home
Please let me go home
Go home
12 Time of the Season (03:34)
It's the time of the season
When love runs high
In this time, give it to me easy
And let me try
With pleasured hands
To take you in the sun to
Promised lands
To show you every one
It's the time of the season for loving
What's your name? (What's your name?)
Who's your daddy? (Who's your daddy? He rich?)
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken (Has he taken)
Any time (Any time to show)
To show you what you need to live?
Tell it to me slowly
Tell you what?
I really want to know
It's the time of the season for loving
What's your name? (What's your name?)
Who's your daddy? (Who's your daddy? He rich?)
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken (Has he taken)
Any time (Any time to show)
To show you what you need to live?
Tell it to me slowly
Tell you what?
I really want to know
It's the time of the season for loving
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Altre recensioni
Di sylvian1982
Se negli anni sessanta è esistita un'alternativa al mainstream pop dei Beatles e dei Beach Boys, questa è certamente da ricercarsi nei solchi di questo misconosciuto capolavoro degli inglesi Zombies.
Forse l'accostamento che maggiormente evoca "Odessey And Oracle" è quello con "Forever Changes" dei Love.
Di Missing
"Odessey And Oracle è l'album più sfortunato e 'fantozziano' in assoluto che una casa potesse produrre."
"Suggerisco di ascoltarlo nella versione primitiva ma quella per i quarant'anni è veramente interessante."
