Titolo: Marillion - This Strange Engine Post di: ciocchetto - Maggio 17, 2006, 00:23:35 Festeggio il cambio di avatar con il disco di cui l'avatar non è altro che la copertina: un disco di 9 anni fa (che comprai a L'Aquila, più o meno di questi tempi), contententi 8 canzoni (tutte molto gradevoli) più una stranissima traccia fantasma: l'ultima canzone durerebbe, stando a quello che dice il gira-cd, oltre 30 minuti. In effetti è una lunga canzone (dura circa 15 minuti) ma non così lunga. Alla fine del pezzo ci sono altri 14 minuti di silezioni e poi un piccolo brano strumentale, un pianoforte che suona una melodia e il cantante che ride...
Vabbe', stranezze a parte, che dire di questo CD? Che solo gli strepitosi pezzi di apertura e chiusura (Man of Thousand Faces e This Strange Engine) valgono il prezzo del CD (ora anche a metà prezzo), e che un altro paio di pezzi si fanno ascoltare con grande piacere (80 Days, An Accidental Man), e che la traccia che dà il titolo all'album è una storia affascinante raccontata come farebbe un cantastorie e accompagnata da una musica che non si ripete mai per tutti i 15 minuti: non ci sono ritornelli o refrain, ci sono continui cambi di ritmi e di atmosfere: una piccola suite, alla maniera che andava di moda agli inizi degli anni '70 (vedi Close to The Edge degli Yes oppure Atom Heart Mother dei Pink Floyd. Titolo: Re: Marillion - This Strange Engine Post di: ciocchetto - Maggio 17, 2006, 00:25:20 Aggiungo anche il testo di This Strange Engine: (per sentirne un pezzetto in realaudio: http://media.marillion.com/albums/tse/tse.rm (http://media.marillion.com/albums/tse/tse.rm))
-------------------------- There was a boy who came into this world At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes Lived in the shadow of the mountains With the smells of disinfectant, dusty old leather And the polished wood of his bed No more than a baby feeding swans on the river Holding the hands of his mother And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread And his father on the other side of the world On the ships railings and some far away tide With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad In his far away eyes In his far away eyes The smell of the wax on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coats An upright piano and the boys in the choir Still remind him of just before he was born Remind him of just before he was breathing Strange misty visions of God Turn the cities into families Into villages of souls Hovering in the air while they're sleeping With their houses invisible Chase the moon between the buildings Running as fast as I could run Send to me the ghosts of Christmas Whispering, "You're the only one" And ever since I was a boy I never felt that I belonged Like everything they did to me Was an experiment to see How I would cope with the illusion In which direction would I jump Would I do it all the same As the actors in the game Or would I spit it back at them And not get caught up in their rules And live according to my own And not be used, not be used To find the fundamental truths It was going to take some time Thirty five summers down the line The wisdom of each passing year Seems to serve only to confuse Seems to serve only to confuse Daddy came out the navy and took us away To his dirty grey home town And he worked down on a coal mine for National Service So that he could be around There was a magical purple in the chrome of the exhaust Of his Triumph motor bike And a warmth of oil and metal and the thrill of the hard corner Holding tight From the horizon Came home from the Navy to the mine From the horizon To buried alive Took his dream underground Buried his treasure in his faraway eyes And one day as the boy lay sleeping in the sunshine Of a half remembered afternoon A cloud of bees with no particular aim, and no brain Found the boy, decided that his time had come Came down out of the sky Stung him in the face Again and again Blue pain Screaming like baptism Intravenous, Jesus! Like being chosen Blue pain from something with no brain I can't explain It's happening again It's happening again Oh Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while with me Oh Mummy, Daddy, will you jog my memory Tell me tall tales of Montego Bay Table mountain, flying fish, banana spiders, pots of paint And the sun on the equator Setting like an ember thrown to deep water From crimson to black But coming back Tomorrow On the horizon The blue pain Fades to a point where it doesn't fade It stayed Blue Stirred his red coat heart to this strange engine This love This love This inconvenient, blind, blood-diamond This puzzle I don't understand That knows no faith And tries and fails And tries again Stares at the sea The night's dark deep For one last time And bleeds And bleeds And dies for you And lies And is to blame And is ashamed And is not the same And is true And is true Titolo: Re: Marillion - This Strange Engine Post di: ciocchetto - Maggio 17, 2006, 00:27:30 ...e quello di Man of Thousand Faces (per sentire un pezzetto del brano, in realaudio: http://media.marillion.com/albums/tse/faces.rm (http://media.marillion.com/albums/tse/faces.rm))
----------------- I'm the man of a thousand faces A little piece of me in every part I take I hold the tape for a thousand races A different point of view in every speech I make Cut me a piece of my divided soul Cry me a river, call it rock and roll Give me an attitude and watch me make it lie Pass me a microphone I need to testify Well I speak to machines with the voice of humanity Speak to the wise with the voice of insanity Speak to the present in the past and future tense Speak to a slave with the voice of obedience I'm the man of a thousand ages You see my face in the stones of the Parthenon You hear my song in the babble of Babylon I'm the man of a thousand riches Be my guest at the feast of Satyricon You spend the money that my logo's printed on Well I'll speak to machines with the voice of humanity Speak to the wise with the voice of insanity Speak to the present in the past and future tense Speak to a slave with the voice of obedience I stole a fire but it burned up much too soon I took a leap and I landed on the moon Look at my life and it looks like CNN You see something once You know it's gonna come around again Well I'll speak to machines with the voice of humanity Speak to the wise with the voice of insanity Speak to a woman with the fatal charm of a snake Forgive like a giver and account for all I take Yes, I speak to machines with the voice of humanity Speak to the wise with the voice of insanity Speak like a leader with the voice of power and command And when I talk to God I know he'll understand Cause I'm the man of a thousand faces Yes I'm the man of a thousand faces I stole a fire but it burned up too much too soon I took a leap and I landed on the moon Voice of command Voice of a snake Voice of humanity Voice of insanity Voice of obedience Thousand faces Thousand races Cry me a river Steal a fire Face in the stars Stones in the Parthenon Babble of Babylon Landed on the moon
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