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Non riesco a parlar male dei Wall Of Voodoo.
Sono amici di famiglia da tempo immemore.
Li ho visti crescere e tirare calci al pallone durante l'infanzia de "The Index Masters".
E quando diventarono grandi, ai tempi di "Call Of The West", ero felice per loro, senza alcuna invidia.
Lo stupore fu forte, quando Stan Ridgway se ne andò di casa sbattendo la porta.
Il dolore della separazione fu subito spazzato via dalla gioia per "The Big Heat", ma restò la sensazione che certe decisioni siano troppo private per poter essere giudicate.
Pertanto non criticatemi se chiuderò un occhio su un'adolescenza irrequieta come quella di "Dark Continent", composta, come per tutti, da momenti epici e momenti patetici, false sicurezze e insicurezze immaginarie.
La prima cosa che nota chi non conosce i Wall Of Voodoo è la voce da papero di Ridgway, la seconda sono le tastiere di Grey&Moreland, al tempo stesso vintage e moderne.
I Wall Of Voodoo sono i Depeche Mode catapultati dentro un film di Sergio Leone, con la soundtrack di Morricone, ovviamente.
I Wall Of Voodoo sono i D.A.F. sporchi di sabbia. Johnny Cash che recita in "Terminator". I Suicide, se solo fossero stati umani.
Proverbiale è la loro simpatia, che li fa amare a punk, wavers, darkettoni con il senso dell'umorismo e anche a qualche fan dei Dire Straits in cerca di sensazioni forti.
"Red Light", "Animal Day", "Call Box(1-2-3)" e "Good Times" sono le prove della perfezione che sarebbe giunta di lì a poco, "Full Of Tension" semplicemente un classico.
Le altre canzoni si lasciano semplicemente ascoltare ma alle mie orecchie suonano famigliari come per voi "Bianco Natale".
Lo so, sono di parte, ma voi non fate i timidi: date una possibilità ai Wall Of Voodoo, se volete sapere come ci si sente ad essere dei sopravissuti, dopo l'apocalisse.
Titoli di coda: Wall Of Voodoo, "Dark Continent", 1981, IRS, prodotto da Jim Hill, Paul McKenna & Wall Of Voodoo.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Red Light (03:08)
If it's the rough stuff ya want
You can point yer finger at me
'Cause I can dish it out good
But I don't give it away for free
There's a price for my vice
And I want it in cash
In a plain brown bag
You can put it out by the trash
Chorus:
There'll be a red light by the window
And a blue light by the car
He'll be running
But he won't get far
There'll be a red light by the window
And a blue light by the car
He'll be running
But he won't get far
This modern world deserves a
Modern attitude
You've gotta stick it to them
Before they stick it to you
I want the money
And I want it in cash
In a plain brown bag
You can put it out, put it out, put it out by the trash
Chorus repeat
Red light
Blue light
Red light
Blue light
This modern world deserves a modern attitude
05 Me and My Dad (03:18)
Me and my dad
We've got a good thing going
Fishing trips, the hard way's the best
Man-to-man talks, when the going gets tough
The tough get going
Follow me, son
I'll guide you the right way
Fix my car when the engine falls apart
Show me where the piston goes
Can you get this thing to start?
Father talks big business with authority
He's the big boss, he knows the levels of consistency
Father knows how to read his morning paper
Tellin' me how he died to live, workin' hard labor
Chorus:
Me and my dad
Me and my dad
Me and my dad
We've got a good thing going
Father talks big business with authority
He's the big boss, he knows the levels of consistency
Father knows how to read his morning paper
He's tellin' me how he died to live, workin' hard labor
Chorus repeat until fade
06 Back in Flesh (03:41)
Someone smashed my alarm
It's got me on the edge
You know it's so sharp
(Aaaaaaaa...)
And you know I won't go
You know I won't go
I don't wanna go
(He won't go)
The corporation's boiling over
Everybody's taking over
Chorus:
And I'm back in flesh
Back in flesh
Back in flesh
Back in flesh
Back in flesh
You better sign your time card now
They don't care about you anyhow
Sign in, your minimum cut
You're late again, your salary's cut!
Someone smashed my alarm
It's got me on the edge
You know it's so sharp
(Aaaaaaaa...)
And you know I won't go
You know I won't go
I don't wanna go
(He won't go)
The corporation's boiling over
Everybody's taking over
Chorus repeat
I won't go
(He won't go.)
I don't wanna go
(You must go!)
Is it time to go?
(The orders are in!)
Well, I'd rather go bowling!
(The lanes are closed!)
Maybe a little tennis?
(Your racket's got a hole.)
How about some baseball?
(Field's rained out.)
Maybe a little fishing?
(The fish are on vacation.)
Well, how about some golfing?
(The greens are overgrown.)
Well, what about some swimming?
(I don't think so!)
Well, what about this--and that--
(No, no, no, no, no!)
Well, you can't tell me what to do!
Well, you can't tell me what to do!
(Hey, f**k you!)
07 Tse Tse Fly (03:55)
I was walking through the jungle, and I
Was looking for good business
Something to take away the risk
Break or bust or call it quits
See an object in the air
See an object touch my hair
I was walking through the jungle, and I
Was looking for good business
My energy is draining
Touching down on my arm
I'm feeling kinda sleepy now
Chorus:
I was bitten by a tse-tse fly
I was bitten by a tse-tse fly
I was walking through the jungle, and I
Was looking for good business
Gotta invest in insect bombs
No-pest strips and firearms
On the tickertape came the note
"Tse-tse fly: no antidote"
I was walking through the jungle, and I
Was looking for good business
My energy is draining
Touching down on my arm
I'm feeling kinda sleepy now
Chorus repeat x2
Swat that fly!
11 Crack the Bell (03:33)
{spoken:} Thanks a lot, thanks a whole lot.
Lulu sends her friends
They cover the mouths with one hand
Well, I keep waiting here
Drifting around in a dark land
Envelope unturned
« I push the stamp and stick it »
Chorus:
And I know there's a bell to crack
And I know there's a bell to crack
Well, I hear crosstalk now
Coming through the wire
One voice tells me yes
The other is a liar
Chorus:
And I know there's a bell to crack
I know there's gotta be one more bell to crack
« Click-clack, joint, » this thing is on my sleeve
All this mess around and I gotta clean it up
Okay, Mister Questions, you tell me, when are we gonna leave?
And can you design a heart--a heart that doesn't bleed?
Chorus:
I know there's gotta be one more bell to crack
I know there's gotta be one more bell to crack
See the bell, so I crack it
You just can't find good bells anymore!
Yah! Yah! Sure!
Tom Shane's a friend of mine!
I really like him--he's in the industry!
I know there's gotta be one more bell to crack
I know there's gotta be one more bell to crack
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