Totxanes, totxos i maons

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L’any 1975 va aparèixer “Horses”, el disc amb el qual es donava a conèixer Patti Smith, una cantant de vint-i-nou anys que va revolucionar l’escena del punk novayorquès. Gairebé mig segle després el disc es manté gairebé tan fresc com el primer dia i encara que la carrera de Patti Smith ha estat llarga i molt fructífera és bastant difícil anar a un concert seu en el qual no s’interpreti cap tema d’aquell “Horses” que va començar tantes coses.

Potser sí que els nou minuts llargs de la cançó d’aquesta setmana no els recupera sovint, però “Birdland”, amb el seu to recitatiu, solemne i hipnòtic, és un refugi al qual fa de molt bon tornar sempre que se’n té ocasió. La lletra està inspirada en “A book of Dreams”, llibre escrit el 1973 en record i homenatge al psicoanalista Wilhelm Reich pel seu fill Peter.

Que tingueu una audició ben plaent!

“Birdland”

(Patti Smith, Lenny Kaye, Richard Sohl & Ivan Kral)

His father died and left him a little farm in New England
All the long black funeral cars left the scene
And the boy was just standing there alone
Looking at the shiny red tractor
Him and his daddy used to sit inside
And circle the blue fields and grease the night
It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars
Cause when he looked up they started to slip
Then he put his head in the crux of his arm
And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship
Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it
And saw his daddy ‘hind the control board streamin’ beads of light
He saw his daddy ‘hind the control board
And he was very different tonight
Cause he was not human, he was not human

Little boy’s face lit up with such naked joy
That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns
White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly
And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight
No black funeral cars, nothing except for him, the raven
And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out
“No, daddy, don’t leave me here alone
Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship
Let the ship slide open and I’ll go inside of it
Where you’re not human, you are not human.”
But nobody heard the boy’s cry of alarm
Nobody there ‘cept for the birds around the New England farm
And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered
And they were like compass grass coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet
Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting
And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake
Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck
All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said
“I won’t give up, won’t give up, don’t let me give up
I won’t give up, come here, let me go up fast
Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship
And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not human.”

I am helium raven and this movie is mine
So he cried out as he stretched the sky
Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation?
We’ll just be dreaming of animation night and day
And won’t let up, won’t let up and I see them coming in
Oh, I couldn’t hear them before, but I hear ‘em now
It’s a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights
Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them
And he put up his hands and he said, “It’s me, it’s me
I’ll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up
I’m helium raven waitin’ for you, please take me up
Don’t leave me here!”
The son, the sign, the cross
Like the shape of a tortured woman, the true shape of a tortured woman
The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons
No longer presidents but prophets
They’re all dreaming they’re gonna bear the prophet
He’s gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation
It’s all gonna split his skull
It’s gonna come out like a black bouquet shining
Like a fist that’s gonna shoot them up
Like light, like Mohammed Boxer
Take them up up up up up up
Oh, let’s go up, up, take me up, I’ll go up
I’m going up, I’m going up
Take me up, I’m going up, I’ll go up there
Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up
Up, up to the belly of a ship
Let the ship slide open and we’ll go inside of it
Where we are not human, we’re not human

Well, there was sand, there were tiles
The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated
Like a river of glass
When it hardened he looked at the surface
He saw his face
And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals
Where there were eyes there were just two white opals
And he looked up and the rays shot
And he saw raven comin’ in
And he crawled on his back and he went up
Up up up up up up
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way
We like birdland

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