sábado, 26 de octubre de 2013

Neil Young - Freedom - 1989


"Freedom" es uno de tantos buenos discos del genio Neil Young (Toronto,1945), y el que lo trajo de nuevo a la luz luego de unos años de poco éxito.
DON´T CRY

Don't cry my sweet girl
Nothin' I say is written in stone
Don't cry my sweet love
You won't really be alone.

I'll help you pack your things
I'll walk with you out to the car
I'll hold on to the ring
I won't forget the way things are.

My sweet love.

Your disappointed eyes
Are haunting me like my big lies
I see you glaring now
I see you staring in the fire.

My sweet love.

Don't cry my sweet girl
Nothin' I say is written in stone
Don't cry my sweet love
You won't really be alone.

My sweet love, my sweet love.

Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone
Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone
Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone.

En éste trabajo, Neil alterna sus consagradas baladas country con temas más al estilo de su banda Crazy Horse, de hard rock; aquí hay sección de vientos, solos de saxo, y temas de construcción muy interesante en las que alternan pasajes tranquilos interrumpidos por ataques de guitarra de esos que anticiparon el "grunge" de los noventas.

ELDORADO
 

In the crystal ball
The gypsy sees the villa
The riders on the hill
The fire in the fields
She sees the mission bell
Swinging in the silence
Now the shooting starts
The bullets pierce the hearts
The seqoritas crying at the well.

Up in the Gold Hotel
The money hits the table
The heavies all are there
That's why the deal's goin' down
Beautiful women all dressed in
Diamonds and sable
Down upon the street
Beside a garbage heap
A Mariachi band begins to play. 

Somewhere a blues guitar
Plays echoes in the alleyway
The Tijuana dawn
Claims another day
The golden sun
Rises on the runway
The pilot understands
The money changes hands
Inside the jet
the briefcase snaps. Goodbye.

In Eldorado town
There lives a great bullfighter
His eyes are screaming blue
His hair is red as blood
And when the gate goes up
The crowd gets so excited
And he comes dancin' out
Dressed in gold lami
He kills the bull
and lives another day. 

El single "Rockin´in the free world" está incluído en una versión acústica que abre el álbum y en la versión hard rock como último track del disco.
El tema pretendió ser una aguda crítica a los EEUU de la época de Bush padre, retratando la vida de los menos favorecidos dentro de la sociedad.

ROCKIN´ IN THE FREE WORLD

ROCKIN´ IN THE FREE WORLD  - LIVE AT FARM AID 1990


There's colors on the street
Red, white and blue
People shufflin' their feet
People sleepin' in their shoes
But there's a warnin' sign
on the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin'
we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan,
but I am to them
So I try to forget it,
any way I can.

Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.

I see a woman in the night
With a baby in her hand
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away,
and she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life,
and what she's done to it
There's one more kid
that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love,
never get to be cool.

Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.

We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
We got a kinder, gentler,
Machine gun hand
We got department stores
and toilet paper
Got styrofoam boxes
for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people,
says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn,
got roads to drive.

Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,

Keep on rockin' in the free world

CRIME IN THE CITY

Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, Come on out with your hands up
Or we'll blow you out of here.
There was a face in the window
The TV cameras rolled
Then they cut to the announcer
And the story was told.

The artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back 
He said, What we have got here
Is a perfect track
But we don't have a vocal
And we don't have a song
If we could get these things accomplished
Nothin' else could go wrong.
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
And said, Send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
Make sure he's alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new Rolling Stone.
Yeah.

There's still crime in the city,
Said the cop on the beat,
I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands

So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free.
Yeah.

Now I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could see him
I wish I knew where he was
But that's the way all my friends are
Except maybe one or two
Wish I could see him this weekend
Wish I could walk in his shoes
But now I'm doin' my own thing
Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been broken
It's the best home I ever had
Yeah.

Well, I keep gettin' younger
My life's been funny that way
Before I ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say
I sassed back to my mom
I sassed back to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible school
For sassin' back at the preacher
Then I grew up to be a fireman
Put out every fire in town
Put out anything smokin'
But when I put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison
He gave me life without parole
Wish I never put the hose down
Wish I never got old. 

HANGIN´ ON A LIMB

Though the river flows
Gently to the sea
He was on the shore
Rooted like a tree
She was here and there
Riding on the waves
Through it all she heard his call
And gave it all she gave.

And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance and start again
And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance.

And when the melody
Through the window called
It echoed in the courtyard
And whispered in the halls
He played it through the night 
She knew he had to go
There was something about freedom
He thought he didn't know.

And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance and start again
And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance.

Though the river flowed
Gently to the sea
He was on the shore
Rooted like a tree
She was here and there
Riding on the waves
Through it all she heard his call
And gave it all she gave.

And though their love was hangin' on a limb
She taught him how to dance. 

LISTA DE TEMAS
Rockin' In The Free World*
Crime In The City (Sixty To Zero Part I)
Don't Cry
Hangin' On A Limb
Eldorado
The Ways Of Love
Someday
On Broadway
Wrecking Ball
No More
Too Far Gone
Rockin' In The Free World

PERSONAL
Neil Young: guitar, vocal
Chad Cromwell: drums
Rick "The Bass Player" Rosas: bass
Frank "Poncho" Sampedro: guitar, keyboards, mandolin
Ben Keith: alto saxophone, pedal steel guitar, keyboards, vocal
Linda Ronstadt: vocal
Poncho Villa: guitar
Tony Marsico: bass
Steve Lawrence: tenor saxophone
Larry Cragg: baritone saxophone
Claude Cailliet: trombone
John Fumo: trumpet
Tom Bray: trumpet

Recorded at Record One, Los Angeles; Redwood Digital, Woodside, CA; and The Hit Factory, New York, July 25, 1988-July 10, 1989, except
*live at Jones Beach, Wantagh, NY, June 14, 1989
Produced by "The Volume Dealers" (Neil Young & Niko Bolas)
Released on Oct. 2, 1989

http://www.neilyoung.com/archives/discography/items/ny-f.html

NO MORE
 

Livin' on the edge of night
You know the sun won't go down slow
You don't know which drug is right
Can't decide which way you wanna go
I feel the way you feel
'Cause not so long ago
It had a hold on me
I couldn't let it go
It wouldn't set me free
It wouldn't set me free
No more, no more, no more.

Seemed like the easy thing
To let it go for one more day
Like singin' the same old song
And twistin' the words
In a different way
Where did the magic go
I searched high and low 
I can't find it no more
I can't get it back
I can't find it no more
I can't find it no more
No more, no more, no more, no more.

Searchin' for quality
Havin' to have the very best
Now scroungin' for quantity
Never havin' time
To do the test
That's how the story goes
Can't put it down
Till the last page
I can't put it down
I can't put it down
I can't put it down. 

FREEDOM - CONCIERTO ACÚSTICO

sábado, 12 de octubre de 2013

Jon And Vangelis - The best of - 1984


No hay ni que presentar a éstos dos, siendo uno la extraordinaria voz de la banda Yes durante sus mejores y más grandes años, y teniendo también una extensa carrera como solista; y siendo el otro el mago de los sintetizadores y suntuosas bandas sonoras.
También es difícil imaginar una combinación más maravillosa del talento de dos artistas: Una voz como de ángel tejiendo su poesía sobre una paleta sonora cósmica, mágica.
Jon Anderson (Inglaterra,1944) habla de la luz de la mañana y Vangelis (Grecia,1943) crea la escenografía sonora.
Como en ésta preciosa canción.
I HEAR YOU NOW


"The Best of Jon and Vangelis" es una recopilación de temas de los tres primeros álbumes, "Short Stories", "The Friends of Mr Cairo" y "Private Collection", editados entre 1979 y 1983.

ONE MORE TIME/ A PLAY WITHIN A PLAY

Lo único que podríamos decir en contra de ésta recopilación es que son solamente nueve temas, por que por lo demás, es una perfecta colección de aquellos primeros años de esa unión artística de primerísima calidad.

OUTSIDE OF THIS (INSIDE OF THAT)


Atención al talento vocal de Anderson, quien también realiza todas las voces "de cine" incluídas en la siguiente:
THE FRIENDS OF MR. CAIRO

STATE OF INDEPENDENCE

TEMAS:
(Letras: Jon Anderson/Músicas:Vangelis)
1.Italian Song 2:54
2.I'll Find my Way Home 4:29
3.State of Independence 4:22
4.One More Time 6:15
5.A Play within a Play 7:00
6.The Friends of Mr Cairo 11:50
7.Outside of This (Inside of That) 5:03
8.He Is Sailing 4:11
9.I Hear You Now 4:48

PERSONAL:
Jon Anderson: voz
Vangelis: teclados,sintetizadores, programación

Carol Kenyon: coros
Dick Morrisey: flauta

I´LL FIND MY WAY HOME