Gaslight Anthem ai Magazzini Generali, 9 novembre

Sto inondando il blog di musica, scusatemi, è solo un caso, prometto che cercherò di darmi una regolata anche se devo ammettere che i due post sulle venti canzoni “hanno dato la stura” e certe coincidenze mi spingono a pressare.

Proprio pochi giorni fa parlavo dei Paper Chase definendoli uno dei migliori gruppi del decennio insieme ai Gaslight Anthem e... Guess what? Il giorno dopo scopro che proprio i Gaslight Anthem suoneranno fra poco qui a Milano, occasione irrinunciabile, li adoro perché, a prescindere da discorsi di tecnica, cercano di emozionare.
Siccome alla fine non sono andato a vedere Danko Jones (nel giro di mezza giornata ben quattro persone mi hanno dato buca per quel concerto, l'ho considerato un brutto voodoo e ha vinto il letto, che rocker eh?) in questo caso ho già comprato i biglietti (venti euro) almeno anche in un periodo mortale come questo (in novembre e dicembre il mio negozio stronca le gambe e sconocchia le ginocchia per la fatica) riuscirò a trascinare le provate membra al concerto.

Suoneranno nella pessima acustica dei Magazzini Generali ma pazienza, sono i momenti nei quali mi sento contento di non avere granché orecchio. A me paiono una stupenda fusione di The Cure, Bruce Springsteen e altre influenze minori e lui a chitarra e voce, beh, lui mi pare uno di quelli “veri”, non saprei come altro definirlo.

Qualche video per invogliarvi: ci possiamo vedere prima per pizza in zona e poi concerto, siamo già in due sicuri e se volete venire vi conviene forse comprare il biglietto perché hanno già dovuto spostare il concerto dal Tunnel ai Magazzini Generali che c'era troppa richiesta.

Usate i commenti per contatti, orari, accordi e tutto il resto, se non vi convincono queste canzoni non so davvero cosa fare.

E ora, parlavamo di debiti verso i Cure...



If I could write, I'd tell you how much I miss these nights.
Where we dig around the bones, try to find peace and patches for the holes.
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter.
Corner boys told her how I was dying to meet her.
Like a prayer I said, on a dead man's knee.
You drove up like a parade.

You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos.
Your old '55 that you drove through the roof.
Of the sky, up above these (?) stars.
Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms.

And I miss her sometimes.
Shaking like a leaf on the corner of life.
But I heard it's alright.
The radio spoke to a good friend of mine.
And I could feel it coming up as the nights getting warm.
Saw your summer dress hanging on the back of the lawn.
Like a dream I remember from an easier time.
With the top rolled down on a Saturday night.

You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos.
Your old '55 that you drove through the roof.
Of the sky, up above these (?) stars.
Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms.
Right in my arms.

And I always dreamed of Classic cars and movie screens.
Trying to find someway to be redeemed.
Baby darling, we will be, in the cold cold ground.

You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos.
Your old '55 that you drove through the roof.
Of the sky, up above these (?) stars.
Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms.
You fell straight in my arms.

E questa qui sotto è puro Springsteen...



I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance
I was the salt of the earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents
And the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene
My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans
I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street
I still sing the blues with the dogs

And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire
That's been burning through my veins since I first learned to cry
I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again
I never felt right and never fit in
Walking in my own skin

Now I got scars like the number of stars, my mind's full of vipers
I got the dust of the desert in my bones, coming through the amplifiers
Between the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth
It's a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist
I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth
Over and over without relief

And I got nothing for you darling but a story to tell
About the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell
I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again
I never felt right and never fit in

Walking in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart
I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark
I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night
Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita

Because I've been dying out here in the cold and the snow
I've got a picture of you, Mama, to remind me of home
On the hood of a Dodge on a Saturday night
Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita




Well, I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go.
I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow.
when we float out into the ether, into the Everlasting Arms,
I hope we don't hear Marley's chains we forged in life.
'cause the chains I been hearing now for most of my life.

Did you hear the '59 Sound coming through on Grandmama's radio?
Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls?
Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over?
Did you hear your favorite song one last time?

And I wonder were you scared when the metal hit the glass?
See, I was playing a show down the road
when your spirit left your body.
And they told me on the front lawn.
I'm sorry I couldn't go,
but I still know the song and the words and her name and the reasons.
And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang.

[Chorus]

young boys, young girls, ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night.



Mary, this station is playing every sad song.
I remember like we were alive.
I heard it Sunday morn' from inside of these walls.
In a prison cell, where we spent those nights.
And they burnt up the diner where I always used to find her.
Licking young boys blood from her claws.
And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew.
Her hair was rabid and her heart was like a tomb.
My heart's like a wound.

I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife.
Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you.
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life.
Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?

Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life.
Better safe than making the party.
And I never had a good time, I sat my bedside, with papers and poetry about Astella.
Great expectations, we had the greatest expectations.

I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife.
Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you.
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life.
Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?

It's funny how the night moves.
Humming a song from 1962.
We were always waiting...always waiting.
We were always waiting for something to happen.

I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife.
Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you.
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life.
Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?