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"Me And Josie On A Saturday Night"...
...non riuscivo ad ascoltarla dalla scorsa estate, o l'ascoltavo caparbiamente distratta.
Sfugge nel mio lettore e ho il mare delle sensazioni che affiora nello stomaco, sale, s'ingrossa, devasta sulle ultime note del piano solista di questa prima traccia dell'album. Ascolto "A Song About A Girls". Sono di nuovo al civico quindici di una qualsiasi Prospettiva nella mia mente, ci ritorno dopo alcuni mesi presa per mano da Stef che canta. Ancora una volta sono sola e rilassata, a mio agio ma a disagio con un pensiero isolano ma presente e premuroso, dall'aria vagamente colpevole. Due giorni sono passati in fretta. "Era caldo e scuro" (e non credo che De Gregori si riferisse ai quarantaseigradid'afa che abbiamo qui oggi). Ed era diverso da come avevo immaginato io (che pensieri strani a volte nella mente...che pensieri irreparabilmente instabili e squilibrati tagliano la Ragione, a tratti, in alcuni momenti della vita, lasciando brandelli d'incoscienza!).
"It's really hard to let you go..." track 3... ho già il mare al livello degli occhi. Sulle parole di piccola ansia e al ritmo confuso di "Hey You, Whatshadoing?" affiorano sensazioni fortissime ad ogni ascolto, eppure è una canzoncina semplice e... delicatamente non commovente. Eppure, una parola che detesto e amo. Spiega una contraddizione. Descrive la rabbia e il senso dell'impotenza assoluta. E inìziava tutto, più o meno così: "the nightmares in the dreams, the kisses in the wind...". Tutto cosa? Il mio subire quella voce dolcemente graffiata a lamenti dal ritmo rasserenante. Rasserenante, sì, pensare che qualcun altro deve per forza aver provato ciò che provi tu... se si lamenta bene come faresti tu, se gioisce piano e composto come gioiresti tu, se suona istanti della tua stessa rabbia e tenerezza, con accordi di ira e abbandono, quelle che hai dentro per non aver mai imparato a mettere in musica con le mani. Come quelle di Stef, impastate di malinconia e perfettamente accordate alla sua voce che vince il pianto e intenerisce. Era "Selfish Girl".
"Sad Water" era dopo un temporale d'agosto passato sul cielo di Milano in mezzo a quei due giorni. Pensai che il caso l'avesse messa lì a diffondersi lenta sotto la sua finestra proprio mentre io, a gomiti duri, respiravo fuori l'odore deciso dell'acqua di pioggia, acqua triste, di dover scorrere altrove...? e comunque note capaci di lavar via ogni pensiero lasciandomi solo la gratitudine per l'Onnipotente d'aver fatto durare quel frastuono per un tempo piccolo, che ho paura del brontolìo dei temporali!
"Josiesomething", poi, arrivava sempre come un senso di pace, panacea delle mie inquiete quarantottore. Qualcuno sembrava bussare alla porta della stanza, qualcuno che m'avrebbe parlato...about a girl(s). Dal pianoforte introducing Stef, deve trattarsi di una donna luminosa. E le noticine piccole e pizzicate a rincorrere la sua voce, la sua voce, la sua voce dolcemente ossessiva che disturba e inquieta chi non ama l'efebico elfo del sentire straziante, Stef. La pace, non solo il senso di essa, non è mai più arrivata.
Da quel momento in poi, rapita e affetta da una graziosa Sindrome di Stoccolma.
Mita
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 Me & Josie on a Saturday Night (03:55)
Me and Josie on a Saturday night
We're out of our house
I guess we're feeling all right
We try to believe in everything that we see
Walking side a side
Holding God on a a leash
When things get complicated
We try not to be blue
Me and Josie on a trip to the moon
We're out of our minds
I guess eternity's soon
We're happy to hover throurgh the darkness and light
We understand it's allright
When things get complicated
We try not to be blue
Me and Josie on a wave of the sea
We're washed up on shores
We never dreamed to be real
We tumble through silence and we burst into noise
A force wants to guide us through the heat and the cold
When things get complicated
We try not to be blue
(c)tekst: Stef Kamil Carlens
muziek: Stef Kamil Carlens, Pintens & Eriksson
03 Hey You, Watshadoing? (04:13)
It's really hard to let you go
I feel so bad cause I just don't know
What I'm doing
And whatshadoing?
I wish I could just write this song
And turn away and carry on what I'm doing
But whatshadoing?
I wish I could match
These angels in my soul and these devils in my bones
But no no no
It's been so long since I've seen you
I half forgot about the things you do
But half is only half there's still enough
Enough of you inside of me
Enough of you in lots of dreams
Enough and pretty close to much too much
I wish that could match
These angels in my bones these devils in my soul
But no no no
Truth and lies
I realize
Are just disguises
Of ways to live your life
It's really hard to let you go
I feel so bad casue I just don't know
What I'm doing
Whatshadoing?
And I wish I just don't know
What I'm doing
Whatshadoing?
And I wish I could just write this song
And turn away and carray on what I'm doing
But whatshadoing?
04 Selfish Girl (03:49)
You selfish girls
Go blame it all on me
The nightmares and the dreams
The kisses in the wind
You haunt my memory
you love me baby till I bleed
Do we believe in love?
Do we exist at all?
Should I return your call?
Will we rise or will we fall?
You six months itch
You stay away from me
I recognize your fear
I also had my share
The darkness that we're in
Will disappear when we leave it there
Does love mean sacrifice?
Can hearts just turn to ice?
Will time tell wrong from right?
With a little luck we'll survive this fight
A lot of damage has been done
Confidence broken and on the run
Hey I don't mean to hit
I just get angry bout the anger that you did
I had hoped you'd catch on
You'd understand me when I sad I was gone
Now close your roving eye
And leave me be in my saint's disguise
What lies benath our words?
With sex we're blessed and cursed
Is truth a joke or worse?
Every deep believer is bound to burst
When all the thinking's done
Who's bored and who had fun?
I can't believe this song
I will drink for you 'till the morning comes
Do we believe in love?
Do we exist at all?
08 Josiesomething (04:37)
Josie said be quiet and she stared into the sun
And sent her faith upon a permanent vacaction
I never knew somebody who could speak like she's a gun
And make the roar sound like a peaceful conversation
Josie said now hush
Or else the flapping of your tongue will wake the dogs
Already on our trail
Josie closed her eyers like she had planned to all along
Up smack dab in Sorrowville
Although we shared the movements lord
Although we shared the thoughts
We had a very differnt kind of destination
If mine was dark and never sure
If mine was painted blue
Then hers would kill the devil if it hit him
Oh man I am stranded
Oh man I've done wrong
Oh man I pretend that
Life still goes on
I might as well get wasted
Oh sister don't you go
She could have been a movie lord
She cold have been a song
But the real to real would roll it into wrong
09 Thinking About You All the Time (04:19)
I'm thinking about you all the time
Is it the howl of the devil or a sound divine?
I know it's wrong but I know it's right
I gotta get a grip on you somehow
I spend my days and I spend my nights
going over every second of the time we had
going over the scenes
going over the dreams
but tripping over all the edges of reality
I'm thinking about you all the time
But it don't do me no good it puts
my love on the line
It's something in the air
It feels cold as ice
I guess that every time you play
you gotta pay the price
I'm thinking about you all the time
Who are you anyway? You precious ghost of mine
I hope that when you leave I will survive
But today I feel like drowning in a
sea of wine
I know it sounds bizarre but that's the way it is
I dread the moment I will call you for another kiss
I never ever had a doubt about the life I lead
but since we met I can t help
wondering if that's all I need
the apples and the pears they taste so good
the summer s coming up and it will do me good
the birds are singing in the trees
all that s lacking is a little bit of
inner peace
I'm thinking about you all the time
but I don't really know why, it's an emotional crime
I gotta get back to where I was before
But when I get there, all I do is think some more
I'm thinking about you all the time
Is it the howl of the devil or a sound devine?
I know it's wrong but I know it's right
I gotta get a grip on you somehow
I gotta get a grip on you somehow
I gotta get a grip on you somehow
11 Individu animal (03:37)
Mille millions d'âmes
Qui poussent comme des bananes
Des briques dans le mur qui entoure l'individu
Mille millions de canettes
On boit comme des vedettes
Parc' qu'on est jamais très sûr
Les doutes sont très durs
Les garçons et les filles insistent tous pour rire
c'est dur de rester pur
Il y a toujours des cassures
Pas que ça m'intéresse
Mais on évolue à une vitesse
Qui ne me simble plus saine
Je ne sens plus mon destin
Individu animal
Je veux bouger comme une bête
Mais je coince dans la tête
J'y retrouve trop de mots
Des seaux plein de mots
Je me fixe sur des phrases
Ces phrases me rendent naze
Je rêve d'un instant
Un instant de silence
Dis-moi où sur la planète est-ce qu'on trouve un vide-tête
Un espace vide sonore
Une île bruit mort
Mandarine, banane, choco-coco, marihuana
Pomme, pune, poire, marimba et guitares
Individu animal
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Altre recensioni
Di trellheim
All'inizio solo una voce di donna che sembra dare il "la" agli strumenti.
Questo disco forse è il più semplice della band, personale ed intimista, sobrio ma non spoglio.
