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" there are only two things that are infinite: the universe and human stupidity, but I'm not sure about the universe yet!" A. Einstein...
...and indeed quite a number of fools have commented on this record, labeling it as a publicity stunt and mercilessly accusing Manuel Agnelli's band of selling out. I have three things to say about this:
• 1) I find it more than legitimate and rightful for a band (in my opinion the best Italian rock band) to try to make itself known to a foreign audience, which is often more prepared and attentive than the Italian one.
• 2) the album was born from collaborations with American musicians and producers who certainly influenced the band's choices more than money did.
• 3) and thirdly, the most important thing: this is a great album!!! Maybe it might not reach the heights of "Quello che non c'è" (after all, you couldn't expect another masterpiece of that kind) but with its bittersweet atmospheres, it's truly interesting.
Lyrics and arrangements haven't changed too much compared to "Ballate Per Piccole Iene" even though the translated songs render differently compared to the Italian version: for example, the opener, "The Thin White Line", originally written in English (and it shows) turns out to be even more hypnotic and sharp compared to the first version, while "there's many ways" loses value as the poetry of the magnificent Italian text is lost. Despite these changes in value, the album remains overall balanced and very interesting.
A final consideration to make is surely the increase in the technical qualities of the members of the Milanese band (an increase already noted in "Quello che Non c'è") to which the interventions of musicians of the caliber of Greg Dulli and John Parish have surely contributed.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
06 Carne fresca (05:08)
Fai ciò che devi
non guardare mai giù
perchè sei ciò che vedi
se c'è un senso sei tu
E tutto è tranquillo
intorno a te
Sei carne fresca
non so dirti perchè
Ma è dentro te che sei solo
E' dentro te che sei re
Tutto è calmo
intorno a te
Tutto è calmo
intorno a me.
08 Chissà com'è (04:05)
Certo lo so non ho più niente da dire
Nè da rimpiangere o da fallire
Devo solo comprare ormai
Della seta rossa al mio male
Con la quale farlo stare zitto
Sei diventato un fiore alto e disperato
Perché è il tuo modo di gridar che vorrei
Capita di non farcela
Come quando perdi il tuo uomo
O il tuo cane
Chissà chissà com'è
Se è come me è quasi amore
Chissà chissà com'è
Se è come me è quasi amore
Anche il tuo mondo prima o poi invecchierà
Ora sei il verbo che nessuno userà
Capita di non farcela
E di essere il coltello
Ed insieme la ferita
Chissà chissà com'è
Se è come me è quasi amore
Chissà chissà com'è
Se è come me non ha cuore
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