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Rating: I've been lost for days in the voracious activity of this site... Reading and reading, I told myself, I want to treat myself to the luxury of writing something too, especially because I see a scarce presence of us, the other half of the world... and sometimes leaving too much space for CENSORING KINGS is a bad move and it becomes an outdated monarchy... it's time for QUEENS, for balance and equal opportunities in the field of music criticism as well...
I've read valid and sustainable things, but also a sea of trivialities and repetition of the usual linguistic crutches. What a bore all these line-ups, mainstreams, grooves, and similar amenities, stereotypes of cold technicalities that lose sense in their reiteration, as in psycholinguistics. And thankfully occasionally there's an epiphany of the Dowser of Carbonia!!! Playing imitation makes this otherwise valid experience of true democracy lose something and meaning. I would give a piece of advice to the editors; prevent more than one review by the same person on the homepage; it's impossible, as well as incredible, that someone spends time sending writings, inflating themselves and stealing space from others. But if you're always sending texts, how do you find the time to make love? Damn you!! It's clear that then the world is full of unsatisfied women with all these keyboard-wanking guys!! I want to write as I speak... fluid and free from complex embellishments that weigh everything down; messy, but loyal to myself. I'm instinctive and I live music this way. Feeling and participating in a musical attraction is something that transcends us and is often not so cerebral... almost like when a man appeals to us just for his animal scent. My friend Eugenio claims that "love is not in the heart... it's recognizing each other by the smell" ... that's how I want to present this singer-songwriter's album to you; yes, I want to call him that, American. Young and with a nice clean face... but then, as soon as he sings, a rough and strong voice emerges from mysterious glottic alchemies....
Willy Mason has just released "If The Ocean Gets Rough" and my instinct led me to buy it. I love intimate and collected music... maybe with a guitar and little else, which reminds me of my camping trips in Capracotta when, with the complicity of the mysterious moon, we would sing "Sentiam nella foresta il cuculo cantar". Willy loves nature and it shows and is evident in his lyrics permeated with simple bucolic. He recorded this album with the spirit of someone playing in front of you... a true and naked folk musician without frills and only with the strength of ideas and his voice which has something Bruce-like in it. The funny thing is that he does home tours. Just book, and he comes to play in your apartment. I didn't mean the intercom, fools! Among contrived music traveling digitally, Willy records his work in the shed near his house with his brother on drums, and friends.... and when it rains, they have to stop, unless they want to record the pattering of water on the roof which, as is well known, anarchically and undisciplined, follows its rhythm.
As soon as the first track "Gotta Keep Walking" started, I felt a tremor in the uvula... I felt titillated at that spot... with his American Gs our Gs... What good vibrations, what serendipity!! I was looking for music and got excited!! This guy has talent and he has preserved the spirit of the true storytellers of the past.... Mason represents the perfect balance between Dionysian and Apollonian and gives the idea of someone skilled, but with full control of his faculties, without the burden of even hinted self-destructions... He manages to alternate light and shadow... he can gift pieces of narrated dreams and weaves good poetry.... Simple chords and vocal expressiveness... Cloudy and clear in a natural alternation.... The essence stripped and devoid of misleading glitters....
Do you like bristly blues? Can you tolerate the spleen without getting melancholic? Can you hum a barre chord that's almost struggled, but sweated and real... Have you ever gotten moist listening to music? Has anyone occasionally gotten turgid? Can you tolerate citrus essences for her and Fahrenheit for him? Do you enjoy in the woods? Does the scent of resin give you pleasant Stendhalian dizzies? Then Willy Mason is for you....
And you'd better discover him alone without stupid guided captions track by track. Gift yourself your own subjective enjoyment and create a personal atmosphere. And if by any chance you happen to listen to "Cry In Your Beer" be proud because you're reliving a "TOPOS" of the blues... Trust your blonde Pussy!!
And now go ahead... slaughter me!!!!
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Live It Up (04:03)
The sun don't set in Gettysville
The place that I call home,
A thousand people walk these streets
But we're still all alone,
This city's isolation
Like the drug that paves the roads.
Take the subway uptown
To my mother's place.
She's got a thousand friends
But all they know of her's, her face,
All alone inside her head
Her thoughts begin to race.
Live it up
Live it up they say
Live it up
No time to waste your life away.
Next door to me the ceiling leaks
The cracks stretch across the walls,
Like skeletons of dreams deceased
Too brittle to evolve,
He lies beneath his plastic sheets
Bitter and blind to all,
Shadows beneath his sunken eyes
Now taint all that he sees,
Like burned and blackened photographs
Life's easier a dream,
He settles for a cheap escape
Forgets all he believes.
Live it up
Live it up they say
Live it up
Things havn't always been this way.
I watched my whole world crumble
As I dried my mother's tears,
And learned to never stumble
As I calmed my father's fears,
They say I've seen a lot
They say I'm wise beyond my years,
Though my castle may have crumbled
I won't face the world alone,
The youth has seen the rubble
And we're ready for the load,
As the city burns
My generation's shouting in the roads.
Live it up
Live it up they say
Live it up
Things havn't always been this way
Live it up
We better turn this boat around
If we keep on following the goals
Someday we are gonna run aground
Live it up
Live it up we say
Live it up
Because now its in our hands to make change
02 Hard Hand to Hold (03:59)
Look him in the eyes
There's no need to be scared
He's as powerless as you and me,
Though his face is well worn
And his clothes a bit torn
That don't mean that you shouldn't believe,
When he asks you your name
Says 'brother we're all here in the same game'
But you shrink back like he's a disease,
Yeah you shake and you moan
You say 'oh please take me home'
And the homeless all sing the reprise.
It's a hard hand to hold
That is looking for control
It is tempting to fight
When you know that you're right,
It's hard to lie down
When you don't trust the ground
It's hard to hold on,
It's hard to hold on.
Walking home again
There comes a battle with the wind
As it teases your previsions against shame,
Like all that wax in your hair
It becomes painfully clear
That as long as it's a fight, you'll never win,
And when you get to the door
You're still so busy fighting wars
That you can't look upon your lady as a friend,
You're trying so hard to be right
You miss the love in that first sight
And your lover feels alone once again.
It's a hard hand to hold
That is looking for control
It is tempting to fight
When you know that you're right,
It's hard to lie down
When you don't trust the ground
It's hard to hold on,
It's hard to hold on.
Entering the liquor store
You try your hardest to ignore
That street sleeper on your left there all alone,
And the young man on your right
With unchained souls and love of night
You look so scared they laugh and wonder if your stoned,
But somewheredeep inside
They feel the pain they've learned to hide
Because that same fear has brought much trouble on their homes,
And they know you won't feel safe
Until that cop car wins its race
And another life is driven off its road.
It's a hard hand to hold
That is looking for control
It is tempting to fight
When you know that you're right,
It's hard to lie down
When you don't trust the ground
It's hard to hold on,
It's hard to hold on.
It's a hard hand to hold
That is looking for control
It is tempting to fight
When you know that you're right,
It's hard to lie down
When you don't trust the ground
It's hard to hold on,
It's hard to hold on
05 Oxygen (04:51)
* I wanna be better than oxygen
So you can breathe when you're drowning and weak in the knees
I wanna speak louder than Ritalin
For all the children who think that they've got a disease
I wanna be cooler than t.v.
For all the kids that are wondering what they are going to be
We can be stronger than bombs
If you're singing along and you know that you really believe
We can be richer than industry
As long as we know that there's things that we don't really need
We can speak louder than ignorance
Cause we speak in silence every time our eyes meet.
** On and on, and on it goes
The world it just keeps spinning
Until i'm dizzy, time to breathe
So close my eyes and start again anew.
I wanna see through all the lies of society
To the reality, happiness is at stake
I wanna hold up my head with dignity
Proud of a life where to give means more than to take
I wan't to live beyond the modern mentality
Where paper is all that you're really taught to create
Do you remember the forgotten America?
Justice, equality, freedom to every race?
Just need to get past all the lies and hypocrisy
Make up and hair to the truth behind every face
That look around to all the people you see,
How many of them are happy and free?
I know it sounds like a dream
But it's the only thing that can get me to sleep at night
I know it's hard to believe
But it's easy to see that something here isn't right
I know the future looks dark
But it's there that the kids of today must carry the light.
[Repeat **]
If i'm afraid to catch a dream
I weave your baskets and i'll float them down the river stream
Each one i weave with words i speak to carry love to your relief.
[Repeat * , **]
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