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Rating: Year 2005.
Alice Cooper is here, he is alive and giving rock 'n' roll lessons to the new generations.
Vincent Furnier (real name of Uncle Alice) seems to have found a second youth in recent years that is taking him straight back to the early '70s.
After the convincing "The Eyes of Alice Cooper," released just a year ago, the good Alice does even better, and delivers an old-school CD where Stones-influenced rock peeks into several tracks, such as "Perfect" and "You Make Me Wanna," heavy rock and garage punk shine in "Woman Of Mass Distraction," "Dirty Diamonds," and "Steal That Car," and even country with a Johnny Cash twist in "The Saga Of Jessy Jane."
What else to say about the splendid '60s cover of The Left Banke, "Pretty Ballerina."
As a bonus track, he includes "Stand," a rap-metal piece made in collaboration with Xzibit, nothing more than a joke but done very well!!!
What can I say, if the old lions are still capable of producing records like this, let's forget about the White Stripes and company for a while and dive back into the horror-rock of this sometimes incredibly underrated character.
For me, one of the best three albums of the year!!!
Tracklist and Lyrics
03 Perfect (03:31)
(Alice Coopr, Ryan Roxie, Damon Johnson)
She's an overnight sensation
In the mirror on her wall
She gets a standing ovation
At every shower curtain call
And she becomes a pop star
In the safety of her car
And then she falls to pieces
At the karaoke bar
And she's perfect
Until the lights go on
And then it all goes wrong
'Cause now she's not so perfect
She can shake it just like J-Lo
When the bedroom lights go down
But when she hits the dance floor
She's a hip-hop hippo clown
She's perfect
Until the lights go on
And then it all goes wrong
'Cause now she's not so perfect
She's perfect
She's so fine
She's so wonderful
In the arena of her mind
She's not perfect
She's all mine
She can't sing or dance
She ain't got a chance
But baby, I don't mind
She's perfect
Oh, she's perfect
Ah, she's so perfect
You know, she's so perfect
Ah, ah, ah
Sing baby
Dance, dance, dance
You got it
Shake it down
Oh, that's bad
That's bad
I love you baby
That's just awful
You got it
You got it.
08 The Saga of Jesse Jane (04:17)
I'm in jail in a Texas town
In my sister's wedding gown
I drive a truck all night long
Listening to Judy Garland songs
Now I'm locked behind bars of steel
I was just looking for a happy meal
I park my rig and I went inside
They've never seen such a pretty bride
Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just a normal guy
Who dresses like a butterfly
Jesse Jane
I paid my bill and I turned around
Facing every red neck in that one horse town
His face was red. His fist was clenched
He threw his coke and he got me drenched
Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just an average Joe
Looking for a fashion show
Jesse Jane
Well, I guess that was the final straw
I pulled a pistol from my Wonderbra
I killed him dead. I killed 'em all
And they finally caugh me in the bathroom stall
And now I'm doing ten to life
But I'll tell you one thing, Bubba
Someday I'm gonna make someone in here
A hell of a wife
Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just a average guy
Who dresses like a butterfly
Jesse Jane
Jesse Jane, are you insane?
Or are you just a Peter Pan
Looking for his Neverland
Jesse Jane
12 Your Own Worst Enemy (02:19)
(Alice Cooper, Ryan Roxie)
You're your own worst enemy
You're a walking catastrophe
You get up every morning on the wrong side of the bed
You butter your hand instead of the bread
Drink enough coffee to wake the dead.
You're doing 85 and the light is turning red
The judge took your license and forbid you to drive
And your heart is pumping bacon and you're barely alive
You're your own worst enemy
You're a walking catastrophe
You're at war with yourself and nobody else
You're a danger. You're a danger
You trip on your shoelace and fall on your face
Your hair is a mess, your clothes a disgrace
Your stocks went south and your girlfriend is gay
Your dog ate your cat and that was your good day
You're your own worst enemy
You're a walking catastrophe
You're at war with yourself and nobody else
You're a danger
You're your own worst enemy
You're a walking catastrophe
You're at war with yourself and nobody else
You're a danger. You're a danger
To every stranger
You're a mess
Yes, yes
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By Michele Marinelli
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