ponedjeljak, 22.01.2007.
The Boss
U nadi da će se Boss pojaviti na InMusic Festivalu, odlučio sam napraviti recenzijicu jednog njegovog klasika Bruce Springsteen - Born in the USA Naravno, svi ste čuli, pjesmu Born in the USA, komercijalnu verziju "Stars & Stripes"-a, pjesmu s kojom se svaki Amer može poistovjetit, koja se vrti na skoro svakoj utakmici SAD-a (dokaz: ovo je detalj sa sp-a u Njemačkoj 2006 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnbEFQ60GZQ), i meni osobno jedna od 10 najboljih pjesama ikad snimljenih. Klasik koji ima i našu verziju - "Rođen u Zagrebu" grupe ITD Band. Bruce Springsteen ovom se pjesmom "zacementirao" na vrhovima svih glazbenih ljestvica širom svijeta daleke 1984. godine. Istoimeni album, Born in the USA, do danas je njegov najprodavaniji album svih vremena, a samo u prvoj godini izdavanja tog albuma prodan je u nevjerojatnih 22 milijuna primjerka  , a da još ne govorimo o tome koliko je prodao singlica, ploča, kazeta etc, etc.Sam album sadrži 12 pjesama: Born In The U.S.A. Cover Me Darlington County Working On The Highway Downbound Train I'm On Fire No Surrender Bobby Jean Im Goin' Down Glory Days Dancing In The Dark My Hometown Born in the USA - govori o traumama generacije nakon vijetnamskog rata, te radničkoj klasi krajem sedamdesetih i početkom osamdesetih kada se gase velika industrijska postrojenja i i općenito mijenja način života cijelih jednih "working class heroes" generacija, u čiju se tematiku savršeno slaže hrapav i oštar Bruceov glas, kao stvoren za probleme i patnju nižeg sloja populacije. Ovaj veliki hit Ronald Reagan je htio iskoristiti u propagandne svrhe (I h8 politicians  ), ali ga je Springsteen odjebo rekavši mu kako pjesmu nije ni poslušao. Pjesma sama po sebi odiše sarkazmom i ironijom savršeno skrivenim iza patnje "working class heroes" generacije, te patriotizmom u nezaboravnom refrenu: "Born in the USA..."Ovakav bi bio stav Amera - uzeli mi sve, nemam love, stana, hrane, al sam ipak rođen u Americi. Proud to be an American!!! Lyrics: Born down in a dead man's town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that's been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me" Went down to see my V.A. man He said "Son, don't you understand" I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there, he's all gone He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms now Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A. To je, nažalost, i jedina njegova pjesma koju puštaju u močvari  Cover me - tipična Bruceova pjesma sa fenomenalno ukomponiranim solom, laganim za odsvirat gitarskim rifom i fenomenalnim one-riff klavijaturama, i ispala je fenomenalno. Pjesma inače govori o vezi dvoje ljudi čiji starci ne odobravaju tu vezu (stihovi Promise me baby you won't let them find us Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us) i o zadrtosti i mentalnom propadanju društva. Lyrics: The times are tough now, just getting tougher This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher Cover me, come on baby, cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Promise me baby you won't let them find us Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us Cover me, shut the door and cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Outside's the rain, the driving snow I can hear the wild wind blowing Turn out the light, bolt the door I ain't going out there no more This whole world is out there just trying to score I've seen enough I don't want to see any more, Cover me, come on and cover me I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Darlington County - jako me podsjeća na "Rođen u Zagrebu". Pjesma koja zrači pozitivnom energijom, ko stvorena za ljetne noćne šetnje uz rivu i mirno more - izaziva te na ples  Lyrics: Driving in to Darlington County Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July Driving in to Darlington County Looking for some work on the county line We drove down from New York City Where the girls are pretty but they just want to know your name Driving in to Darlington City Got a union connection with an uncle of Wayne's We drove eight hundred miles without seeing a cop We got rock and roll music blasting off the T-top singing Sha la la la la la la la la, Sha la la la la la la Hey little girl standing on the corner Today's your lucky day for sure all right Me and my buddy we're from New York City We got two hundred dollars we want to rock all night Girl you're looking at two big spenders Why the world don't know what me and Wayne might do Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centers For a kiss and a smile I'll give mine all to you Come on baby take a seat on my fender It's a long night and tell me what else were you gonna do Just me and you we could Sha la la... Little girl sitting in the window Ain't seen my buddy in seven days County man tells me the same thing He don't work and he don't get paid Little girl you're so young and pretty Walk with me and you can have your way And we'll leave this Darlington City For a ride down that Dixie Highway Driving out of Darlington County My eyes seen the glory of the coming of the Lord Driving out of Darlington County Seen Wayne handcuffed to the bumper of a state trooper's Ford Sha la la... Working On The Highway - ako te ikoja Springsteenova pjesma može dić u roku odmah, Working On The Highway je definitivno ta.  Jednostavna, pršti od energije, gitarski riff jednostavan, ponavlja se kroz veći dio pjesme, klavijature prate rif u notu, bluesy bas note i Bruceov jedinstveni glas kao da te mami na ples i mahnito skakanje po sobi uz čudne poglede staraca i susjeda koji te špijuniraju Kao stvorena za tulume na plaži Sirovost radničke klase, uz Born in the USA, u ovoj pjesmi je toliko jaka da te bode u oči. Lyrics: Friday night's pay night guys fresh out of work Talking about the weekend scrubbing off the dirt Some heading home to their families some looking to get hurt Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their shirts I work for the county out on 95 All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss Someday mister I'm gonna lead a better life than this Working on the highway laying down the blacktop Working on the highway all day long I don't stop Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway I met her at a dance down at the union hall She was standing with her brothers back up against the wall Sometimes we'd go walking down the union tracks One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back Working on the highway laying down the blacktop Working on the highway all day long I don't stop Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway I saved up my money and I put it all away I went to see her daddy but we didn't have much to say "Son can't you see that she's just a little girl She don't know nothing about this cruel cruel world" We lit out down to Florida we got along all right One day her brothers came and got her and they took me in a black and white The prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that day And the judge got mad and he put me straight away I wake up every morning to the work bell clang Me and the warden go swinging on the Charlotte County road gang Working on the highway laying down the blacktop Working on the highway all day long I don't stop Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway Working on the highway laying down the blacktop Working on the highway all day long I don't stop Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway. Downbound Train - jedna ajmo reći chill-out pjesma, malo žešća verzija njegove jebene stvari The river koja govori o čovjeku koji je imao sve, a odjednom ostao bez ičega jer ga je ostavila cura (hmmm, zakaj mi je to poznato  )Jako lijepa pjesma koju vrtim već dugo bez prestanka. Kroz Bruceov glas osjeća se očaj i nemoć s kojom se mogu poistovjetit mnogi ljudi koji su se našli u takvoj situaciji Lyrics: I had a job, I had a girl I had something going mister in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now I work down at the carwash Where all it ever does is rain Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train She just said "Joe I gotta go We had it once we ain't got it any more" She packed her bags left me behind She bought a ticket on the Central Line Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining I feel her kiss in the misty rain And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train Last night I heard your voice You were crying, crying, you were so alone You said your love had never died You were waiting for me at home Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods I ran till I thought my chest would explode There in the clearing, beyond the highway In the moonlight, our wedding house shone I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed The room was dark, our bed was empty Then I heard that long whistle whine And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train I'm on fire - totalni chill-out na albumu, jedna totalno zakon pjesma sa vrlo jednostavnim gitarskim rifom, bubnjevima koji cijelo vrijeme lupaju jedan te isti ritam, te jako jednostavne klavijature i na kraju, Bruceov mističan i hrapav glas daju ovoj pjesmi pomalo spooky feeling savršeno ukomponiran u pjesmu kraću od 3 minute. Pjesma govori o nekoj vrsti ljubavnog trokuta - muškarac, obični šljaker (bar sudeći po spotu) je zapeo za oko udatoj i dobrostojećoj ženi čiji je brak u očitoj krizi, i čovjek je razapet između zdravog razuma i želje za njom. Prvi stihovi pjesme mogli bi lako vući na pedofiliju  Lyrics: Hey little girl is your daddy home Did he go away and leave you all alone I got a bad desire I'm on fire Tell me now baby is he good to you Can he do to you the things that I do I can take you higher I'm on fire Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire I'm on fire I'm on fire I'm on fire No Surrender - aaaahh, nema nikaj bolje od pobune mladih teenagera, o čemu ova pjesma zapravo i govori. Pjesma je predstavnik američkih srednjoškolaca željnih slobode, markiranja i uživanja u životu. Mami te na ples Rebellion ruuulllzzz!!!  Lyrics: We busted out of class had to get away from those fools We learned more from a three minute record than we ever learned in school Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound I can feel my heart begin to pound You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down We made a promise we swore we'd always remember No retreat no surrender Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend No retreat no surrender Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold We swore blood brothers against the wind I'm ready to grow young again And hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yards Well maybe we could cut someplace of our own With these drums and these guitars We made a promise we swore we'd always remember No retreat no surrender Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend No retreat no surrender Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim The walls of my room are closing in There's a war outside still raging you say it ain't ours anymore to win I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover's bed with a wide open country in my eyes and these romantic dreams in my head We made a promise we swore we'd always remember No retreat no surrender Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend No retreat no surrender No retreat no surrender Bobby Jean - nije lijep osjećaj kad izgubiš dragu osobu, zar ne? (hmmm, looks familliar )Upravo je to tema ove u biti depresivne pjesme u kojoj se osjeća bol, nemoć i sposobnost da se ne može kontrolirati sudbina i što nam donosi sutra. Koliko god da pjesma bila depresivna, u njoj se osjeća neka pozitivna vibra koja čovjeka tjera da osjeti kako ništa nije izgubljeno. Tipična Bruceova pjesma za dio njegove karijere - klavijature, jednostavni rifovi, saksofon koji nikoga neće ostaviti ravnodušnim, i Bruce kao ikona radničke klase i problema neshvaćene mladeži. Lyrics: Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you went away She said there was nothing that I could have done There was nothing nobody could say Me and you we've known each other ever since we were sixteen I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their nose We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid Now there ain't nobody nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere In some bus or train traveling along In some motel room there'll be a radio playing And you'll hear me sing this song Well if you do you'll know I'm thinking of you and all the miles in between And I'm just calling one last time not to change your mind But just to say I miss you baby, good luck goodbye, Bobby Jean I'm goin down - kaj drugo reći nego sjest i uživat u još jednoj tipičnoj Bruceovoj pjesmi  Jednostavni rif, bas koji kao da te vodi kroz pjesmu u starom Cadillacu iz 70-tih na autocesti, klavijature koje se poigravaju sa lead gitarom, sax koji te prikuje za sjedalo, i na kraju The Boss sa svojim vokalom. Sit back and enjoy the ride!! Lyrics: We sit in the car outside your house I can feel the heat coming 'round I go to put my arm around you and you give me a look like I'm way out of bounds well you let out one of your bored sighs Well lately when I look into your eyes I'm goin down We get dressed up and we go out, baby, for the night We come home early burning, burning in some fire fight I'm sick and tired of you setting me up Setting me up just to knock-a knock-a knock-a me down I pull you close but when we kiss I can feel a doubt I remember back when we started My kisses used to turn you inside out I used to drive you to work in the morning Friday night I'd drive you all around You used to love to drive me wild But lately girl you get your kicks from just driving me down Glory Days - "Dani ponosa i slave sada blješte, sada sjaje..." Živjeti na danima stare slave nikad nije lijepo, daju nam osjećaj kao da smo nešto propustili i da se osjećamo kao zadnji papci što nismo iskoristili što nam se pružilo. Ubojito i lako pamtljive klavijature, jednostavan ritam bubnjeva, gitarski rif i bas dionica zajedno sa klavijaturama daju slušatelju dojam da sve izlazi iz jednog instrumenta, a kad se k tome još i pridoda The Boss, dobijete jedan od megahitova s ovog klasika koji je promijenio glazbenu povijest. Lyrics: I had a friend was a big baseball player back in high school He could throw that speedball by you Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other night at this roadside bar I was walking in, he was walking out We went back inside sat down had a few drinks but all he kept talking about was Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days Well there's a girl that lives up the block back in school she could turn all the boy's heads Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed Her and her husband Bobby well they split up I guess it's two years gone by now We just sit around talking about the old times, she says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight and I'm going to drink till I get my fill And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it but I probably will Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of, well time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of glory days Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days Dancing in the dark - koliko god bio neupućen u pjesme i glazbu Bruce Springsteena općenito, čuje li ovu pjesmu neće moć odoljeti a da ne pita čija je ovo pjesma. Bubnjevi udaraju jedan te isti ritam bez nekih većih prijelaza i odaju slušatelju dojam kao da ide podloga za neku rap pjesmu, klavijature svojom odišu svojom jednostavnošću, a gitare i bas, pomognuti Bruceom daju ovoj pjesmi jednostavan, ali moćan štih i ovu pjesmu pretvaraju u jedan od glavnih uzdanica na albumu. Zanimljivost vezana uz ovu pjesmu - u spotu se pojavljuje Courtney Cox, tada anonimna tinejdžerica s kratkom kosom  To morate vidjet  Lyrics: I get up in the evening and I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way I ain't nothing but tired Man I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there baby, I could use just a little help You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark Message keeps getting clearer radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place I check my look in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face Man I ain't getting nowhere I'm just living in a dump like this There's something happening somewhere baby I just know that there is You can't start a fire you can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark You sit around getting older there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me I'll shake this world off my shoulders come on baby this laugh's on me Stay on the streets of this town and they'll be carving you up alright They say you gotta stay hungry hey baby I'm just about starving tonight I'm dying for some action I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book I need a love reaction come on now baby gimme just one look You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Hey baby My hometown - kao posljednju pjesmu na albumu Bruce je odlučio postaviti ovu tako jebenu baladu, jednu od njaboljih pjesama na albumu i jednu od najljepših balada ikad snimljenih. Klavijature su tako mekane i lagane kao da osjećaju kraj albuma i odaju dojam kao da i one pjevaju sa Bruceom, gitara je naprosto fenomenalna - svira onoliko koliko treba u pjesmi i ne pretjeruje, bubnjevi se priključuju žalopojci i ovom prejebenom čudu od pjesme, a Bruce svojim glasom daje pjesmi poseban štih koji slušatelja uvlači u to vrijeme problema mladih, želje da se istaknu i u isto vrijeme vjerno prikazuje njihovu nemoć da išta promijene. Lyrics: I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around this is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown In '65 tension was running high at my high school There was a lot of fights between the black and white There was nothing you could do Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun Words were passed in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come to my hometown My hometown My hometown My hometown Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Your hometown Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading south I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around This is your hometown Sve u svemu, album vjerno prikazuje život i muku radničke klase te probleme neshvaćene i zbunjene mladeži i s pravom ga kritičari nazivaju jednim od najboljih albuma ikad. Inače Bruce nikad nije bio u ratu u Vijetnamu - zbrisao je u Kanadu u vrijeme rata (pametan čovjek) i 9 godina nakon rata opalio šamar vladi ovim remekdjelom  Rating: 9.5/10 Pozdravčeeek!!!   |
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