Tim Buckley: Goodbye And Hello (Elektra, 1967)

by ares 4. marzo 2008 17:57

Tim Buckley - Goodbye And HelloQuella di Tim Buckley è una figura molto particolare, che a cavallo degli anni sessanta e settanta ha realizzato una serie di capolavori musicali, di cui probabilmente Goodbye And Hello è quello più godibile e meno ostico.

Il californiano Buckley è sempre stato un personaggio di culto, sconosciuto ai più ma sempre idolatrato da critica e addetti ai lavori, ma che per i più giovani più che un artista è solo il padre di Jeff Buckley, con il quale è accomunato dalla grande sensibilità musicale e dalla fine tragica .....

Dei suoi tre masterpiece (gli altri due sono Blue Afternoon del 1969 e Starsailor del 1971) Goodbye And Hello è sicuramente quello che meglio rappresenta il suono di Tim Buckley, un cantautore/poeta visionario e dotato di una introspezione a volte eccessiva, dotato di enorme talento e di una sensibilità musicale che fonde rock'n'roll e jazz, l'anima del blues e le ballate cantate negli immensi spazi aperti dell'america profonda.

Questo disco è capace di allucinate sinfonie come No Man Can Find the War e Pleasant Street, o di chiudersi in ballate sofferte ed allucinate come Hallucinations, Once I Was e Phantasmagoria in Two. Un disco che riesce a penetrare tra le pieghe più nascoste della vostra anima e capace di nascondere il confine tra fantasia e realtà .

Canzoni:

  1. No Man Can Find the War
  2. Carnival Song
  3. Pleasant Street
  4. Hallucinations
  5. I Never Asked to Be Your Mountain
  6. Once I Was
  7. Phantasmagoria in Two
  8. Knight-Errant
  9. Goodbye and Hello
  10. Morning Glory

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TESTI ORIGINALI

No Man Can Find The War
Photographs of guns and flame Scarlet skull and distant game Bayonet and jungle grin Nightmares dreamed by bleeding men Lookouts tremble on the shore But no man can find the war Tape recorders echo scream Orders fly like bullet stream Drums and cannons laugh aloud Whistles come from ashen shroud Leaders damn the world and roar But no man can find the war Is the war across the sea? Is the war behind the sky? Have you each and all gone blind: Is the war inside your mind? Humans weep at human death All the talkers lose their breath Movies paint a chaos tale Singers see and poets wail All the world kows the score But no man can find the war

Carnival Song
The singer cries for people's lies He will sing for the day to bring him night The circus burns in carnival flame And for a while you won't know my name at all But sing and dance and love for pennies and gold The juggling clown smiles to me And every frown we agree is glad The nighttime comes to bring the bums From Bowery heat to crimson streets of wine But magic lands will never touch our sands Your children smile in single file They learn mistakes that others make They see although they cannot know The needs they'll need to have their greed grow wild But dance and sing, for others bring the shame And for a while you won't know my name

Pleasant Street
You don't remember what to say You don't remember what to do You don't remember where to go You don't remember what to choose You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down All the stony people Walking 'round in Christian licorice clothes I can't hesitate And I can't wait For Pleasant Street The sunshine reminds you of concreted skies You thought you were flying but you opened your eyes And you found yourself falling back to yesterday's lies Hello, Pleasant Street, you know she's back again You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down All the stony people Walking 'round in Christian licorice clothes I can't hesitate And I can't wait For Pleasant Street At twilight your lover comes to your room He'll spin you, he'll weave you 'round his emerald loom And softly you'll whisper all around his ear "Sweet lover, I love Pleasant Street I wheel, I steal, I feel my way down to kneel" All the stony people Walking 'round in Christian licorice clothes I can't hesitate And I can't wait For Pleasant Street You don't remember what to say You don't remember what to do You don't remember which way to go You don't remember who to choose You wheel, you steal, you feel, you kneel down

Hallucinations
I saw you walking Only yesterday When I ran to catch you You disappeared And the street was gray The candle died Now you are gone For the flame was too bright Now you are gone I heard you laughing With your laugh of gold When I called out to you Silence returned And the air was cold The castle fell Now you are gone No more rings the bell Now you are gone I found a letter On the day it rained When I tore it open There in my hands Only ash remained The castle fell Now you are gone No more rings the bell Now you are gone I felt you breathing As I fell asleep When I reached out to touch you No one was there And the night was deep The candle died Now you are gone For the flame was too bright Now you are gone I saw you walking Only yesterday When I ran to catch you You disappeared And the street was gray The castle fell Now you are gone No more rings the bell Now you are gone

I Never Asked To Be Your Mountain
O I never asked to be your mountain I never asked to fly Remember when you came to me And told me of his lies You didn't understand my love You don't know why I try And the rain was falling on that day And damn the reason why The Flying Pisces sails for time And tells me of my child Wrapped in bitter tales and heartache He begs for just a smile O he never asked to be her mountain He never asked to fly And through his eye he comes his love And tells her not to cry She says, "Your scoundrel father flies With a dancer called a queen And with her stolen cards he plays And laughs, but never wins" O the child dreams to be his hands In the counting of the rain But only barren breasts he feels For her milk will never drain As I die I can't remember Where I saw the rain: Could it be that her laughter Drove me down again? Charming dancer will you stop, Stop and talk to me? Is there someone else you feel In your dreams? you will, you see: In midnight gazes I've found you far from me: If you lead me on Please leave me down O Flying Flying Fish Please flutter by my door: Yes you can drink my lies If first you read my eyes: Each one is titled "I'm drowning back to you": I can't swim your waters And you can't walk my lands: I'm sailing all my sins And I'm climbing all my fears And soon now I'll fly O I never asked to be your mountain I never asked to fly Remember when you came to me And told me of his lies You didn't understand my love You don't know why I try And the rain was falling on that day And that's the reason why Sweet lover, will you come back And love me for a while? Please take my hand Leave all your fears behind I've been gone too long Now I'm home to stay Please don't leave me Again this way Please come home

Once I Was
Once I was a soldier And I fought on foreign sands for you Once I was a hunter And I brought home fresh meat for you Once I was a lover And I searched behind your eyes for you And soon there'll be another To tell you I was just a lie And sometimes I wonder Just for a while Will you remember me And though you have forgotten All of our rubbish dreams I find myself searching Through the ashes of our ruins For the days when we smiled And the hours that ran wild With the magic of our eyes And the silence of our words And sometimes I wonder Just for a while Will you remember me

Phantasmagoria In Two
If a fiddler played you a song, my love And if I gave you a wheel Would you spin for my heart and loneliness Would you spin for my love If I gave up all of my pride for you And only loved you for now Would you hide my fears and never say "Tomorrow I must go" Everywhere there's rain my love Everywhere there's fear If you tell me a lie I'll cry for you Tell me of sin and I'll laugh If you tell me of all the pain you've had I'll never smile again Everywhere there's rain my love Everywhere there's fear I can plainly see that our parts have changed Our sands are shifting around Need I beg to you for one more day To find our lonely love Everywhere there's rain my love Everywhere there's fear

Knight-Errant
O whither has my lady wandered? I'll search until I know I've found her One green day she left her wings And cut away her childhood strings But dropping smiles along the trail She left a trace I will not fail O whither has my lady wandered? I'll search until I know I've found her When I catch my sudden maid I'll deck her out in lace and jade I will take her to her room I will take her to her room I love her upstairs I love her downstairs But I love my lady's chamber O whither has my lady wandered? I'll search until I know I've found her

Goodbye and Hello
The antique people are down in the dungeons Run by machines and afraid of the tax Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes Hauling their hearts around circular tracks Pretending forever their masquerade towers Are not really riddled with widening cracks And I wave goodbye to iron And smile hello to the air O the new children dance ------ I am young All around the balloons ------ I will live Swaying by chance ------ I am strong To the breeze from the moon ------ I can give Painting the sky ------ You the strange With the colors of sun ------ Seed of day Freely they fly ------ Feel the change As all become one ------ Know the Way The velocity addicts explode on the highways Ignoring the journey and moving so fast Their nerves fall apart and they gasp but can't breathe They run from the cops of the skeleton past Petrified by tradition in a nightmare they stagger Into nowhere at all and they look up aghast And I wave goodbye to speed And smile hello to a rose O the new children play ------ I am young Under the juniper trees ------ I will live Sky blue or gray ------ I am strong They continue at ease ------ I can give Moving so slow ------ You the strange That serenely they can ------ Seed of day Gracefully grow ------ Feel the change And yes still understand ------ Know the Way The king and the queen in their castle of billboards Sleepwalk down the hallways dragging behind All their possessions and transient treasures As they go to worship the electronic shrine On which is playing the late late commercial In that hollowest house of the opulent blind And I wave goodbye to Mammon And smile hello to a stream O the new children buy ------ I am young All the world for a song ------ I will live Without a dime ------ I am strong To which they belong ------ I can give Nobody owns ------ You the strange Anything anywhere ------ Seed of day Everyone's grown ------ Feel the change Up so big they can share ------ Know the Way The vaudeville generals cavort on the stage And shatter their audience with submachine guns And Freedom and Violence the acrobat clowns Do a balancing act on the graves of our sons While the tapdancing Emperor sings "War is peace" And Love the Magician disappears in the fun And I wave goodbye to murder And smile hello to the rain O the new children can't ------ I am young Tell a foe from a friend ------ I will live Quick to enchant ------ I am strong And so glad to extend ------ I can give Handfuls of dawn ------ You the strange To kaleidoscope men ------ Seed of day Come from beyond ------ Feel the change The Great Wall of Skin ------ Know the Way The bloodless husbands are jesters who listen Like sheep to the shrieks and commands of their wives And the men who aren't men leave the women alone See them all faking love on a bed made of knives Afraid to discover or trust in their bodies And in secret divorce they will never survive And I wave goodbye to ashes And smile hello to a girl O the new children kiss ------ I am young They are so proud to learn ------ I will live Womanwood bliss ------ I am strong And the manfire that burns ------ I can give Knowing no fear ------ You the strange They take off their clothes ------ Seed of day Honest and clear ------ Feel the change As a river that flows ------ Know the Way The antique people are fading out slowly Like newspapers flaming in mind suicide Godless and sexless directionless loons Their sham sandcastles dissolve in the tide They put on their deathmasks and compromise daily The new children will live for the elders have died And I wave goodbye to America And smile hello to the world

Morning Glory
I lit my purest candle close to my Window, hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond who passed it by, And I waited in my fleeting house Before he came I felt him drawing near As he neared I felt the ancient fear That he had come to wound my door and jeer, And I waited in my fleeting house "Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo "Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo "Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo And he stood before my fleeting house "No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time Don't ask me now to wash away the grime I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb," And he walked away from my fleeting house "Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo "Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo "Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo And he walked away from my fleeting house

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Linton Kwesi Johnson: Bass Culture (Island, 1980)

by ares 4. marzo 2008 17:48

Linton Kwesi Johnson - Bass CultureLa copertina di questo disco è stato un simbolo per il reggae agli inizi degli anni 80, nella sua raffigurazione di un uomo stilizzato che scende le scale rappresenta il poeta che scende nella strada, un declamatore di versi che anticipa di molto il rap americano degli anni successivi e la musica house che è nata dalle radici della musica dub.

Il suono è più costruito ma più ruvido rispetto al precedente e ugualmente splendido Forces of Victory. E forse  è proprio questo a renderlo speciale, la voce di LKJ percorre le storie raccontate in questo disco con un pathos che solo il suo carisma può permettersi (andate a vederlo dal vivo per crederci).

Dennis Bovell è in gran forma in un disco dove la Forza della Vittoria racconta l'autarchia dell'Inghilterra dei primi anni 80 con le sue contraddizioni e le sue trasformazioni, l'immigrazione che si porta dietro la cultura del basso, l'amore ironico e impossibile raccontato in Loraine, sino a Inglan is a Bitch, la canzone simbolo di LKJ.

Canzoni:

  1. Bass Culture
  2. Street 66
  3. Reggae Fi Peach
  4. Di Black Petty Booshwah
  5. Inglan is a Bitch
  6. Loraine
  7. Reggae Sounds
  8. Two Sides of Silence

Sito Ufficiale: http://www.lkjrecords.com/

TESTI

Inglan is a Bitch

w'en mi jus' come to Landan toun
mi use to work pan di andahgroun
but workin' pan di andahgroun
y'u don't get fi know your way around

Inglan is a bitch
dere's no escapin it
Inglan is a bitch
dere's no runnin' whey fram it

mi get a lickle jab in a bih 'otell
an' awftah a while, mi woz doin' quite well
dem staat mi aaf as a dish-washah
but w'en mi tek a stack, mi noh tun clack-watchah

Inglan is a bitch
dere's no escapin it
Inglan is a bitch
no baddah try fi hide fram it

w'en dem gi' you di lickle wage packit
fus dem rab it wid dem big tax rackit
y'u haffi struggle fi mek en's meet
an' w'en y'u goh a y'u bed y'u jus' can't sleep

Inglan is a bitch
dere's no escapin it
Inglan is a bitch
a noh lie mi a tell, a true

mi use to work dig ditch w'en it cowl noh bitch
mi did strang like a mule, but bwoy, mi did fool
den awftah a while mi jus' stap dhu ovahtime
den awftah a while mi jus' phu dung mi tool

Inglan is a bitch
dere's no escapin it
Inglan is a bitch
y'u haffi know how fi survive in it
well mi dhu day wok an' mi dhu nite wok
mi dhu clean wok an' mi dhu dutty wok
dem seh dat black man is very lazy
but if y'u si how mi wok y'u woulda sey mi crazy

Inglan is a bitch
dere's no escapin it
Inglan is a bitch
y'u bettah face up to it

dem a have a lickle facktri up inna Brackly
inna disya facktri all dem dhu is pack crackry
fi di laas fifteen years dem get mi laybah
now awftah fifteen years mi fall out a fayvah

Inglan is a bitch
dere's no escapin it
Inglan is a bitch
dere's no runnin' whey fram it

mi know dem have work, work in abundant
yet still, dem mek mi redundant
now, at fifty-five mi gettin' quite ol'
yet still, dem sen' mi fi goh draw dole

Inglan is a bitch
dere's no escapin it
Inglan is a bitch
is whey wi a goh dhu 'bout it?

 

Street 66

The room was dark
Dusk howling softly 6 o'clock
Charcoal light
The fine sight
Was moving black
The sound was music mellow steady flow
And man son mind just mystic red, green, red, green
Your scene

No man would dance but leap and shake
That sharp through feeling right
Shape that sound
Tumbling down
Making movement, ruff enuff
Cos when the music met I-tops
I felt the sting, knew the shock, yeah, had to do and ride the rock
Outta dis rock shall come a greener riddim
Even more dread than what the breeze of glory bred
Vibrating violence is our own move
Rocking with green rhythm
The drought and dry root out

The mighty poet I Roy was on the wire
Weston did a skank and each man laugh and feeling irie, dread I
Street 66, the said man said
Any policeman come here will get some righteous, raasclot licks
Yeah mon, whole heapa licks
Ours beat, the scene moving right

When all on a sudden
Bam, bam, bam, a knocking pon the door
"Who is dat?", aksed Weston, feeling right
"Open up, it's the police, come on, open up"
"What address do you want?"
"Number 66, come on, open up"
Weston, feeling high, replied, "
Yes, this is Street 66, step right in and take some licks."

 

Bass Culture

muzik of blood
black reared
pain rooted
heart geared

all tensed up
in the bubble and the bounce
an the leap an the weight-drop.

it is the beat of the heart,
this pulsing of blood
that is a bublin bass,
a bad bad beat
pushin gainst the wall
whey bar black blood

an is a whole heappa
passion a gather
like a frightful form
like a righteous harm
giving off wild like is madness

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