L'idea di questo brano è nata, come di molti altri, durante il processo compositivo spontaneo delle lunghe jam pomeridiane a casa di Marco, nei primi anni 80. In quei momenti non sapevamo cosa stessimo realizzando, quali emozioni stessimo esprimendo, per quale pubblico. Di sotto il giardino condominiale dove gli amici chiacchieravano, al terzo piano noi a tentare di suonare "pezzi nostri", balbuzienti, immaturi, impreparati. Ricordo di aver avuto, in quel periodo, una Hollywood Mustang regalata da un cugino di mia madre, che ho pesantemente personalizzato con magneti ed effetti: ogni modifica aggiungeva un db di rumore di sottofondo. Per dare sostanza, Marco saturava il basso, Marcello picchiava più forte su pentole e portavivande.
Questa versione riprende in parte quella atmosfera, ma rifacendola da solo su GarageBand a distanza di quasi trenta anni, ovviamente, se ne è persa decisamente l'essenza. Un aggiornamento dovuto che personalmente non mi dispiace.
Spero sia anche di vostro gradimento.
lyrics
A creepy creature inside my head
is waiting me at bed
She’s only a final boss instead
she’s screaming overhead
The only word I listen is you die, die, die
The creature wants my sanity
is jumping inside my head
She's bumping trumpets and glowing key
She's looking for a stead
The only word I listen is you are mine, mine, mine
An holy angel is looking down
he's trying his new white wings
His sword is not for laughing clown
a choir of true hot stings
The only word I listen is your pain, pain, pain
In a carved room outside my head
You're charming as champagne
I know the risk I have to paid
You are flood inside my veins
The only word I tell you is divine, divine, divine
Tell me something about you, tell me something of truth
Buried under your body, sexy curtains of love
Blades from your hands, from your feet, from your tits
over my throat
You’ve to tell me something of you, you’ve to tell me the tuth
I’m tired to be buried under your body, curtain of pain
You have too blades in your hands
and creepy creatures inside you.
credits
from 1983,
released June 5, 2016
Marcello Paradisi (drum), Marco Tartaglia (bass), Alfredo Paradisi (guitars) nel 1983
Alfredo Paradisi (all), Chiara Paradisi (voce) nel 2016
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