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This fastidious, merely and (not even so) cunningly commercial operation (ethically, one might wonder what truly isn't/becomes, in the musical realm and whoever the author might be, "commercial/profitable," once recorded and put up for sale...) does not prevent one from appreciating the novel yet daring and mellifluous pop-swinging (covering) vocalisms contained in such a charming mass-market work; a substantial pop/rock plethora of (supposed) tracks of "our days": current, at least compared to those contemporary to the performer and those of His "antiquated" (not for this deplorable, lest there be a misunderstanding) listeners and appreciators.
Having cast aside a few kilotons of natural temporal/physiognomic signs due to advancing age and donned a splendid new set of teeth, the sprightly Paul adopts an effective audio-strategy diametrically opposite/inversely proportional to that of the enfant prodige (so to speak...) youngster-Bublé (in the media's glorification scent due to a sterile reinterpretation), who in fact is responsible for the promulgation (fault?) and implicit "sponsorship" that legitimizes, in such a macroscopically manner, this audio-resurfacing/homecoming of our more than lively (semi)seventies' crooner. A character who, in His time (for better or worse), represented, for His peers and surrounding people, what today could exemplify the recycled/reintroduced authors in this orchestrated swing collection; placed a stable, substantial yet soberly stratified and never over-the-top band (a generous sixty-four members...) any-instrument-playing, behind his renowned crooner-like and vital vocals, Grandfather Paolino ventures into the effective and agile reinterpretation of acoustically-inclined materials not originally (in origin) swing: among the most pleasant fragments I would mention the ultra-modulated "Black Hole Sun" (of Chris Cornell-memory) which became (post-Anka treatment) a sober ultra-sentimental, reflective, and aurally gratifying track, as well as "Eye Of The Tiger" (of Rocky-esque cinematic origin), "The Way You Make Me Feel" (of the most "auto-bleached" black in America: Mr. M. Jackson) or still the Bon Joviesque (aargh!!) "It's My Life," become a disorienting occasion of enjoyable (sometimes embarrassing) bewildering listening. Some re-adapted audio tracks do not fully satisfy/convince the vilified ear (notably and perhaps due to qualitative shortcomings proemial to the reinterpretation: "True" of Spandau Ballet-story, or "Eyes Without A Face" by Mr. Wild-Haired Rebel Billy Idol) for daring/forced - at least for the humble and scraped capably destructive ears - adaptation.
In conclusion (already?) a work as superficially gratifying and surprising (hearing the aged Paul who with his "Com'On" mimics the David Lee Roth of Van Halen-era, is quite amusing), as entirely "fictitious" (...but who cares, reaching that age with such verve) hence lacking constructive artistic content.
Sure, if he had swing-reinterpreted Devo, NoMeansNo, or (early) Orbital we would have surely had a lot more fun...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
05 Wonderwall (03:37)
[Originally by Oasis]
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one saves saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after an
You're my wonderwall
Said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
07 It's a Sin (04:58)
When I look back upon my life
It's always with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a sin
At school they taught me how to be
So pure in thought and word and deed
They didn't quite succeed
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a sin
Father, forgive me, I tried not to do it
Turned over a new leaf, then tore right through it
Whatever you taught me, I didn't believe it
Father, you fought me, 'cause I didn't care
And I still don't understand
So I look back upon my life
Forever with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to - it's a sin
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
08 Jump (03:36)
[Originally by Van Halen]
I get up, and nothin' gets me down
You got it tough, I've seen the toughest around
And I know, baby, just how you feel
You got to roll with the punches and get to what's real
Ah, can't ya see me standin' here
I got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen
Ah, can't ya see what I mean?
Ah, might as well jump. Jump!
Might as well jump
Go ahead an' jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Ow-oh! Hey, you! Who said that? Baby, how you been?
You say you don't know, you won't know until you begin
So can't ya see me standing here
I got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen
Ah, can't ya see what I mean?
Ah, might as well jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Might as well jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Jump!
Might as well jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Get it in, jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
09 Smells Like Teen Spirit (02:42)
Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low? [x3]
Hello, hello, hello!
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yay! [x3]
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low? [x3]
Hello, hello, hello!
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yay! [x3]
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
Hello, hello, hello, how low? [x3]
Hello, hello, hello!
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
10 Hello (05:14)
I've been alone with you
Inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips
A thousand times
I sometimes see you
Pass outside my door
Hello!
Is it me you're looking for?
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted
And my arms are open wide
Because you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much
I love you
I long to see the sunlight in your hair
And tell you time and time again
How much I care
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow
Hello!
I've just got to let you know
Because I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely?
Or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying I love you
Hello!
Is it me you're looking for?
Becuase I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely?
Or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying I love you
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By Lesto BANG
Everything can be experienced in terms of swing because it is a lifestyle, an approach... light, amused, carefree, and in some ways irresistible.
How the heck can you imagine words written by someone like Kurt Cobain being sung by someone in tailcoat and bowtie, performing it in a theater in front of a bunch of old, fur-draped, and bejeweled folks applauding?!
