I wish I was smarter I got so lost on the shore I wish I was taller Things really matter to me
But I put my faith in tomorrow I believe we're not alone I believe in Beatles I believe my little soul has grown
And I'm still So afraid Yes, I'm still So afraid I'm still So afraid On my own On my own
What made my life so wonderful? What made me feel so bad? I used to wake up the ocean I used to walk on clouds
If I put faith in medication If I can smile a crooked smile If I can talk on television If I can walk an empty mile
Then I won't Feel afraid No, I won't Feel afraid I won't be Be afraid Anymore Anymore And then I just won't be afraid Anymore And then I just won't be afraid
Skin dance back-a-the condo Skinheads getting to school Beating on blacks with a baseball bat Racism back in rule While trash picking up nazi flags While you was gone there was war This is the west get used to it They put a swastika over the door
Under the God Under the God One step over the red line Under the God Under the God Ten steps into the craze
Washington heads in the toilet bowl Don't see supremicist hate Right wing dicks in their boiler suits picking out who to annihilate Toxic jungle of Uzi trails Tribesmen just wouldn't live here Fascist flare is fashion cool Well, you're dead, you just ain't buried yet
Under the God Under the God
Under the God Under the God As the walls came tumbling down So the secrets that we shared I believed you by the palace gates Now the savage days are here Under the God
Under the God Under the God One step over the red line Under the God Under the God Ten steps into the craze Crazy eyed man with a shot gun Hot headed creep with a knife Love and peace and harmony Love you could cut with a life Under the God Under the God
See the great white scar Over Battery Park Then a flare glides over But I won't look at that scar Oh, my nuclear baby Oh, my idiot trance All my idiot questions Let's face the music and dance
Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready I'll never say I'm better, I'm better, I'm better Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready I'll never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better than you
All the corners of the buildings Who but we remember these? The sidewalks and trees I'm thinking now I got a better way I discovered a star I got a better way Ready, set, go I got a better way A new killer star I got a better way Ready, set, go I got a better way The stars in your eyes I got a better way Ready, set, go I got a better way I discovered a star I got a better way Ready, set, go
See my life in a comic Like the way they did the bible With the bubbles and action The little details in colour First a horseback bomber Just a small thin chance Like seeing Jesus on dateline Let's face the music and dance
Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready I'll never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready I'll never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better than you
All the corners of the buildings Who but we remember these? The sidewalks and trees I'm thinking now I got a better way I discovered a star I got a better way Ready, set, go I got a better way A new killer star I got a better way Ready, set, go I got a better way The stars in your eyes I got a better way Ready, set, go I got a better way I discovered a star I got a better way Ready, set, go
Johnny's in America No tricks at the wheel No-one needs anyone They don't even, just pretend Johnny's in America
I'm afraid of americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of americans
Johnny's in America
Johnny wants a brain Johnny wants to suck on a coke Johnny wants a woman Johnny wants to think of a joke Johnny's in America
I'm afraid of americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of americans
Johnny's in America Johnny looks up at the stars Johnny combs his hair And Johnny wants pussy and cars Johnny's in America Johnny's in America
I'm afraid of americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of americans
There's always the diamond friendly Sitting in the Laugh Hotel The heart's filthy lesson With her hundred miles to hell
Oh, Ramona, if there was only something between us If there was only something between us Other than our clothes Something in our skies Something in our skies Something in our blood Something in our skies
Paddy Paddy, who's been wearing Miranda's clothes?
It's the heart's filthy lesson Heart's filthy lesson Heart's filthy lesson Falls upon deaf ears It's the heart's filthy lesson Heart's filthy lesson Heart's filthy lesson Falls upon deaf ears Falls upon dead years
Oh Ramona, if there was only some kind of future Oh Ramona, if there was only some kind of future And these cerulean skies
Something in our skies Something in our skies Something in our blood Something in our skies
Paddy, Paddy? Paddy will you carry me, I think I've lost my way I'm already five years older I'm already in my grave I'm already I'm already I'm already Will you carry me? Oh Paddy, I think I've lost my way
Paddy What a fantastic death abyss Paddy What a fantastic death abyss It's the hearts filthy lesson Tell the others It's the hearts filthy lesson What a fantastic death abyss Tell the others It's the hearts filthy lesson Paddy What a fantastic death abyss It's the hearts filthy lesson Tell the other
Certo, la copertina somiglia ad una di quelle cartoline goliardiche che si trovano in quei negozi che nelle località di mare vendono di tutto, dalle pinne alla crema solare, ma glutei a parte, il nuovo progetto di Joan Wasser, meglio nota come Joan As Police Woman, sembra interessante: si tratta di un album di cover, che non arriverà nei negozi, ma che sarà possibile acquistare esclusivamente durante il prossimo tour europeo della musicista americana. La scelta dei brani è piuttosto varia: si va da Sacred Trickster dei Sonic Youth a Baby di David Bowie ed Iggy Pop, da Lady di Adam And The Ants a She Watch Channel Zero?! dei Public Enemy, da Keeper Of The Flame di Nina Simone ad Overprotected di Britney Spears... Tornando all'artwork, se così si può dire, una domanda sorge spontanea: dato che per le precedenti release la bella Joan ha sempre scelto di usare dei suoi ritratti fotografici, che anche questa sia farina del suo sacco?
I couldn't escape this feeling with my China girl I feel a wreck without my little China girl I hear her heart beating loud as thunder Saw these stars crashing
I'm a mess without my little China girl Wake up in the morning, where's my little China girl I hear her heart's beating loud as thunder Saw these stars crashing down
I'm feeling tragic like I'm Marlon Brando When I look at my China girl I could pretend that nothing really meant too much When I look at my China girl
I stumble into town just like a sacred cow Visions of swastikas in my head Plans for everyone It's in the white of my eyes
My little China girl You shouldn't mess with me I'll ruin everything you are You know I'll give you television I'll give you eyes of blue I'll give you a man who wants to rule the world
And when I get excited My little China girl says "Oh, baby, just you shut your mouth" She says "shhh" She says "shhh" She says She says
Don't you wonder sometimes About sound and vision?
Blue, blue, electric blue That's the color of my room Where I will live Blue, blue Pale blinds drawn all day Nothing to do, nothing to say Blue, blue I will sit right down Waiting for the gift of sound and vision And I will sing Waiting for the gift of sound and vision Drifting into my solitude Over my head
Don't you wonder sometimes About sound and vision?
Partiamo da nord, imbucandoci in un vulcano come gli esploratori del film Viaggio al Centro della Terra del 1959 tratto dall'omonimo romanzo di Jules Verne, in compagnia degli Sprengjuhöllin: il nome non lascia dubbi, vengono dall'Islanda, terra incredibilmente fertile negli ultimi anni, specie se si considera che la popolazione è di appena poche centinaia di migliaia di persone. Tutte con una spiccata attitudine alla musica di qualità, però, a quanto pare. Questa nuova band non è certo geniale come Björk o evocativa come i Sigur Rós, ma ascoltarli è piacevole: suonano un pop-rock anni '60 fin troppo semplice a volte, ma efficace. La scelta di cantare in islandese (tranne che in un brano) è ardita, perchè senza falsetti all'altezza di quelli di Jónsi Þór Birgisson la madrelingua risulta poco melodica e difficile da assimilare, ma alla fine comunque paga. Sembra di ascoltare i Beatles doppiati in tedesco, insomma, ma ci si diverte. Rimaniamo su queste latitudini, e più precisamente in Svezia, con Hernam Düne, band svedese, sì, ma che pare capitata lì per caso, proveniente dal Centro-America: il suono di Next Year In Zion, infatti, sembra perfetto per la colonna sonora di un film Tex-Mex a basso costo, denso com'è di influenze western, latine, addirittura caraibiche. Un raggio di sole, tenue, per scaldare dal freddo, che alla lunga però diventa noioso. Poi mi è capiatato di ascoltare il disco nato dalla collaborazione di David Byrne e Brian Eno, Everything That Happens Will Happen Today. Un album di ballate fondamentalmente, o se preferite di "gospel elettronico", come l'hanno definito gli stessi autori (una su tutte One Fine Day). Buone anche Wanted For Life, che sembra scambiare influenze con Modest Mouse ed Okkervil River (che qualche ascolto ai Talking Heads devono pur averlo riservato), la poliedrica I Feel My Stuff e Poor Boy, ponte tra il sound eighties (come le percussioni stile tribale) e l'elettronica dei giorni nostri. Un buon lavoro, senz'altro, ma che non colpisce, e non stupisce. Ho ascoltato Caught In The Trees di Damien Jurado, cantautore americano che ricorda Ryand Adams, ruvido e diretto, ma un po' banale: a dire il vero non mi ha lasciato granchè, al momento in cui scrivo non rammento neanche un pezzo. Magari lo riascolto con calma. Perfect Symmetry è invece il nuovo album dei Keane, che evidentemente s'inserisce nel solco del precedente Under The Iron Sea, tanto che, a parte un paio di spunti diversi (la scoppiettante Spiralling, il singolo, e Better Than This, che fa pensare al David Bowie dei primi anni ottanta), ti aspetti di sentire da un momento all'altro "Oh crystal ball, crystall ball" ad ogni ritornello. Infine, giusto una segnalazione, perchè di un classico del genere non mi permetto di fare commenti: il Live At Shea Stadium dei Clash, qui davvero all'apice della loro grandezza.
