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Rating: BOREDOM “ZZZ” JONES
- Hey Assjd, what's new?
- Nothing today, just Glaudio Bajoni, Laura Bausini, Baris Hildon and Nora Gions…
- Let me see this Nora… mmmh, what’s she like?
- I don’t really know… to me, it’s crap… but everyone has their tastes… it’s a varied world. .
- Hang on, I’ll put it in the car stereo and see if it works …
- Go ahead… no problem, amigo Lesdo! Hey, who’s there… hello brigadier!!
- Heyheyhey good morning Assjd, how are we?!
- Not much selling today, little new music…
- Give me a bit of that Nora Gions disc …
- Wait a moment, Lesdo has it… he's making a goddamn solid review for debbaser!
- Hello Brigadier, give us a moment, we’re listening to "Not too late" by Norah Jones live, you don't mind, do you? I'll turn up the speakers a bit… there
- Hey hey…old Lesto Bang, how much do you annoy with your bullshit, eh? Always talking crap left and right
- Ehh, brigadier… if I don’t do it, it’s all a charade of flattery and genuflections! So listen here…the first track is pretty anonymous, I’d say…what do you say, brigadier?
- Yeah, whatever, it’s good it’s good…slow, fairly standard…nothing special!
- Yes but, let’s be serious… listen to the second and third tracks…
- Let me read the cover… “Sinkin’ soon” and “The sun doesn’t like you”, right?
- Well done, brigadier… now honestly tell me… don’t they seem a tad repetitive?
- But…isn’t the CD defective?! Hey Assjd, what crap are you trying to sell me?!
- No no, they’re good discs… it’s exactly the record that’s all the same!
- So, brigadier, this girl is cashing in big time… she found the “standard” formula, decent work and all that crap but …
- Hey hey friend Lesto, don’t always split hairs… the album is what it is… relaxed, standard pop-jazz with nothing weird or risky… you put it on and it runs as smooth as a baba!
- Yes yes, sure… but I’m criticizing the intentions and the result: a buttery album dripping with syrup from all sides, under the guise of jazz-pop even though many call it an “artistic consolidation record” as if to say… we’re still waiting for THE real album… but according to you… I mean…
- Hey hey, talking to me?!
- Friend, you talking to whom?
- Yes yes, I’m talking to both of you… but do you think: was there really a need for such a record?! Isn’t there already a ton of similar stuff? What the hell does this Norah Jones want to tell us with these cute but ultimately unremarkable songs?! At least in previous albums there were covers which are missing here (they are instead written together with the sleep-inducing guitar of Lee Alexander)… so, I mean, come on… She seemed the great New Promise of new American Folksinging and instead …
- Hey hey, what the hell are you saying?! Folksinging?! Are you blaspheming now?!
- No, listen here to the other tracks… “Until the end” and “not my friend” and you tell me if they don’t sound like clones of the other songs… very low-profile arrangements (which wouldn’t even be a “minus”) but unfortunately all damnably identical… with this voice in the end always cute but monotone and always set on the same two tones!
- Wow Lesto, you’re such a PAIN IN THE ASS! And don’t worry about what she wanted to say: do you like the disc?! If you like it you take it, if not leave it be… period and that’s that! How much you critics are always criticizing…
- Ok, then I’ll just leave it be … here you go Assjd, take back this CD because the brigadier has made me lose the desire today…
- Oh, good for you, Lesto, hand it over to me instead… pass me that Nora Gions!
- Excuse me brigadier, not to mind your business but isn’t it illegal to buy pirated CDs from Moroccans?!
- Hey LestoBang… tread lightly with the jokes… meanwhile you're offending my friend Assjd who’s from Ghana and not Morocco, right Assjd?
- Exactly, to me Moroccans all piss me off!!
- And second: don’t you think I actually pay for it, right Assjd?
- Right is right, if I make the brigadier pay now how the hell do I stay calm here in front of the SMA selling pirated CDs and DVDs?
- Ohhhh see we understand each other? good for my Assjd, by the way along with Nora Gions also give me RockyBalboa, I’ll gift it to my nephew… oh, in three days I’ll return them to you eh?!
- Chill brigadier… if you want you can have them for free, in fact, if you need anything else just ask me!!*
*) Affectionately dedicated to Assjd and Brigadier A. R. whom I meet almost every Saturday afternoon outside the SMA in Monte Verde, Rome.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Wish I Could (04:18)
We met in a place I used to go,
Now I just walk by it for show,
Can't bear to go in without you know,
Wish I could,
Wish I could.
But Annie is standing in the door,
With a look on her face I can't just ignore,
She tells me that her heart is sore,
And pulls me in,
She pulls me in.
She says "love in the time of war is not fair",
"He was my man but they didn't care",
"Sent him far away from here",
"No goodbye",
"No goodbye".
I don't tell her that I once loved you too,
Or about all the things we used to do,
I kiss her hair and think of you,
Walking down ,
The road you found.
We met in a place I used to go,
Now I only walk by it slow,
Can't bear to go in without you know,
Wish I could,
Wish I could,
Wish I could,
Wish I could.
02 Sinkin' Soon (04:38)
We're an oyster cracker on the stew,
And the honey in the tea,
We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two,
In the black coffee,
The golden crust on an apple pie,
That shines in the sun at noon,
We're a wheel of cheese high in the sky,
But we're gonna be sinkin' soon.
In a boat that's built of sticks and hay,
We drifted from the shore,
With a captain who's too proud to say,
That he dropped the oar,
Now a tiny hole has sprung a leak,
In this cheap pontoon,
Now the hull has started growing weak,
And we're gonna be sinkin' soon.
We're gonna be
Sinkin' soon,
We're gonna be
Sinkin' soon,
Everybody hold your breath 'cause,
We're gonna be sinkin' soon
We're gonna be
Sinkin' soon,
We're gonna be
Sinkin' soon,
Everybody hold your breath 'cause,
Down and down we go.
Like the oyster cracker on the stew,
The honey in the tea
The sugar cubes, one lump or two?
No thank you none for me.
We're the golden crust on an apple pie,
That shines in the sun at noon,
Like the wheel of cheese high in the sky
Well ... we're gonna be sinkin' soon.
03 The Sun Doesn't Like You (02:59)
The sun doesn't like you, you always get burned,
Stay in the shade and watch the world turn.
Better find a new place to lay on the ground,
Can't stay where you are or you're gonna be found.
And time won't pass you by,
And I won't tell you lies.
So tonight ... we can build a fire,
In the open field past the razor wire.
Sneak by the dogs when they go to sleep,
Bring part of yourself that you'll let me keep.
'cause time won't pass us by,
And I won't tell you lies,
Someday I will ask you why ... but not now.
And time won't pass us by,
And you won't tell me lies,
Someday we all have to die ... but not now.
08 My Dear Country (03:25)
'Twas Halloween and the ghosts were out,
And everywhere they'd go, they shout,
And though I covered my eyes I knew,
They'd go away.
But fear's the only thing I saw,
And three days later 'twas clear to all,
That nothing is as scary as election day.
But the day after is darker,
And darker and darker it goes,
Who knows, maybe the plans will change,
Who knows, maybe he's not deranged.
The news men know what they know, but they,
Know even less than what they say,
And I don't know who I can trust,
For they come what may.
'cause we believed in our candidate,
But even more it's the one we hate,
I needed someone I could shake,
On election day.
But the day after is darker,
And deeper and deeper we go,
Who knows, maybe it's all a dream,
Who knows if I'll wake up and scream.
I love the things that you've given me,
I cherish you my dear country,
But sometimes I don't understand,
The way we play.
I love the things that you've given me,
And most of all that I am free,
To have a song that I can sing,
On election day.
09 Wake Me Up (02:46)
Wake me up when it's over,
Wake me up when it's done,
When he's gone away and taken everything,
Wake me up.
Wake me up when the skies are clearing,
When the water is still,
'cause I will not watch the ships sail away so,
Please say you will.
If it were any other day,
This wouldn't get the best of me.
But today I'm not so strong,
So lay me down with a sad song,
And when it stops then you know I've been,
Gone too long.
But don't shake me awake,
Don't bend me or I will break,
Come find me somewhere between my dreams,
With the sun on my face.
I will still feel it later on,
But for now I'd rather be asleep.
10 Be My Somebody (03:36)
I'm too foggy today,
To know what you're sayin',
Your lips are moving so fast,
And i just keep praying,
For them to slow down,
So i can make some sense,
Of the words that are pouring out,
Of your crooked spout.
Last night was a record to be broken,
It broke all over the kitchen floor,
Oh no don't you go,
I'm coming back with a rag,
To wipe away the haze from the days,
We've forgotten all about.
So be my somebody tonight,
Be the one who'll hold me tight,
Honey, please, please,
Cuz i've been so all alone,
And no one will pick up the phone,
So honey, please stay.
I held your head up, do you remember?
When you wanted to make a blanket outta me,
Oh i can't lie ... i been keeping score,
And it's your turn to wring me out,
And lay me down to dry.
So be my somebody tonight,
Be the one who'll hold me tight,
Honey, please, please,
Cuz i've been so all alone,
And no one will pick up the phone,
So honey, please stay,
Honey, please stay,
Honey, please stay.
12 Rosie's Lullaby (03:56)
She walked by the ocean,
And waited for a star,
To carry her away.
Feelin' so small,
At the bottom of the world,
Lookin' up to God.
She tries to take deep breaths,
To smell the salty sea,
As it moves over her feet.
The water pulls so strong,
And no-one is around,
And the moon is looking down.
Sayin',
Rosie - come with me,
Close your eyes - and dream.
The big ships are rollin',
And lightin' up the night,
And she calls out, but they just her pass by.
The waves are crashin',
But not making a sound,
Just mouthing along.
Sayin',
Rosie - come with me,
Close your eyes and dream,
Close your eyes and dream,
Close your eyes and dream.
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