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Rating: Sometimes I feel patriotic, but then it passes. When I was in New York, the only thing I remember is a tachycardia-inducing lightning storm. The new world was too much, and that city was very neurotic, or maybe it was just me feeling lonely.
Sometimes I think Americans are all criminals, but then it passes. This cover inevitably reminds me of Sergio Leone. Three good guys taking a break. Don't be fooled by the sepia, this was taken in the province of Catanzaro. Or maybe they're really three good guys from Brooklyn. Or maybe not because the Walkmen were born, raised, and grew up in Washington DC. Then they moved to New York, and I wonder why they did it. Maybe they liked the neurosis, or maybe they felt lonely and needed to tell it to a broader audience.
Some songs give me the feeling that it's snowing outside, but then it passes. We been had even if I listened to it in July, nothing, it's snowing. It's here that the pilot...ehm, I meant to say singer Hamilton tells us with a contortionism that in Washington, they understood nothing. The first verse is enough. Unfortunately, in the second, he doesn't reveal whether with a '60s hairstyle you can pick up in Manhattan.
Eventually, everything passes, especially the people who pretended. That's why you surround yourself with enemies. At least if they stab you, they do it in front of everyone. This seems a bit like the message given by the album title. I like to think then that the Walkmen are criminals, friends of many. But what kind of year was 2002 for New York? Interpol, Strokes, and them, from Washington DC. More subdued but sly in their own way, more noise and experimental. With what a tilted keyboard can do, sending slashes or caresses. I care little if in subsequent albums they won’t shift the sound coordinates, when post-punk manages to blend with lullabies under acid, for me, the stylistic code is that of giants. Hamilton imitates a drunk dragging his words, pretending to sing clumsily.
Forever I tell myself that I will not understand this record. Because for me, it marks the tragedy of the limits of age, ears, neural connections. It's so beautiful it hides from my understanding. But one day, with new ears and different eyes, I'll return to listen to it, and I'll begin to feel that this is my desert island record, with lots of snow and not even one enemy to count on.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Wake Up (04:13)
out of a station through my radio
nothings on it
like a joke thats told with out its final line
wheres it going
where had it belonged
i know
i'm trying
i'm trying to wake up
wake up
and i tell by you way too far
looking back i had a casing sentimental suns and shade
wont they ever spin around
foward
they're trying
they're trying
and so they do
in the call of a new world
as i climb to the next floor
haven't we
met before
under brighter skies above
above
and in a way its fine
we're walking through wind
unfamiliar scenes
we're choking to live
and we're shaking hands with someone we dont know now
wake up
wake up
03 Everyone Who Pretended to Like Me Is Gone (04:10)
because he knows
our romeo
he can't climb back
he swings in loopholes
when he goes through the air
their vengeance will stretch out
i made the best of it
this velvet rope
has fell before
in vain
clothing crashing the floor
insane
worse than once thought
i made the best of it
04 Revenge Wears No Wristwatch (03:21)
Anger, anger, treats me hard.
I tell her I say.
I've heard it all before, i've had it up to here.
Such a mess, I am.
You say, somethings wrong.
This Kind of life style doesn't work.
I'm trying something else.
For a change, for a change.
Thats ok, ok, ok.
I've heard it all before, i've had it up to here.
Such a shame, such a shame, such a shame.
12 Rue the Day (03:37)
I know you won't be thinking of me now, its been years.
But I hope you change your mind when we were introduced
We both laughed cause we've been friends since long ago.
And then today, but I never thought of you a single day.
But yesterday I remembered driving with no headlights
We would tip toe out in the evening.
Never done such things before, and I have never found once thinking of you since.
I'd be lying if I said you'd make never.
Came up and I'd be thinking of just how I'd like to cash my days in now.
And all I ever do is think of yesterday.
Man its hard to stand up straight all of the time.
We tip toe down to my basement.
Every time suceeds before.
I'd drive you home for goodness sake.
I could barely stand up straight.
Oh there's a memory calling, calling way too loud and way to strong.
Twisting all the bad things into good.
I'm a lucky guy now, but I'll never know until its gone.
Yeah I'll never know it till its gone.
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By serestoppone
Each track struck me for the precision of the divinely arranged individual sounds; the voice blends sublimely with the piano and organ.
It will take several listens to frame and understand this work that does not have the same immediacy of its New York cousins.
