Hey, Sky
Look at this condemnation
Under your lights
Bleeding in some vibration
All I live for, in bleeding

Hail, Sky
Look at this young heart
Before you die
Don’t let any other sight
watch me bleeding

What a lovely daze
What a lovely daze
Tonight i’m going to tell you the truth
But There is something I forgot to say
There is something I always forget to say

Kept the life you gave me in a bag
Walked thru the desert without rest
And all that remains is this kind of heaven
More than any other that I’ve left
Step by step, walking in the sand

I felt alive
And I’m still alive

This is not exactly what I thought
When god allowed my legs to walk
Both alive and damned all in a while
It is awful as the loss, almost painful as if you’d drown in the rain
Here nobody seems to know where’s the light that some calls god
Here nobody seems to be wet under this Sky, under this Sky as me

(it still rains)

What a lovely day
My body’s changing skin and shape
I thought I had to tell you the truth
There is something I forgot to say
There is something … is hurting

What a lovely daze
What a lovely game to play
I thought I had to tell you the truth
But There is something I forgot to say
There is something I’ll always forget to say

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(singing this song in the shower…)

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SIX RED CARPETS – “Nightmare + Lullabies”

Come cambiano i tempi: se ci trovassimo nei mid nineties i Six Red Carpets non avrebbero grossi problemi per diffondere il loro indie-psichedelico, e invece succede che riuniscono i due EP “Nightmare” e “Lullabies” in un unico album completamente scaricabile corredato di artwork, offrendolo a partire dall’autoproduzione.
L’operazione del gruppo milanese va artisticamente a buon fine, perchè se è vero che il momento di gloria di questa parte del rock alternativo sembra aver oltrepassato il suo apice, altrettanto sinceri e degni di menzione sono i contenuti, a partire dall’intro brumosa di “The Waeaver Call”. “Twenty Two an The Charm of Gravity” e “Here’s to the Nightmare” sono spigolose/lineari versioni dei Sebadoh con una forte attenzione alle linee vocali, così come le colorate “Deep Down in Water” e “Bring Me Noise” lasciano trasparire – oltre ai Radiohead e i Motorpsycho meno hard – dei pastosi riferimenti alla psichedelia sixties.
La sfuggente “Words Forgetting, Words Forgot”, le varie “Fall Asleep”, “Run Over Free” e “The Dream of Billy Kite” palesano l’influenza di Pavement, Kula Shaker, Gomez e Karate, mentre “Angel’s Vanity” (con una linea vocale forse sottratta ai Police) è uno dei pezzi più incisivi, soprattutto quando i nostri optano per controllate burrasche chitarristiche.
“Vanilla Scent” e “The Dream of Billy Kite” con archi, arpeggi, piano e arrangiamenti psych, non sono altro che godibilissime ballate underground, cento volte meglio di sterili iper produzioni metallose e/o post-alternative (parliamo sempre di quelle imposte dal mercato). Buon disco nel complesso.

Roberto Mattei
www.perkele.it

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Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

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