Bruce Springsteen e un pompino a Babbo Natale...
Inviato: 26/02/2005, 0:26
Bruce Springsteen,
un testo a luci rosse
nel prossimo album
Per i fan di Springsteen è iniziato il conto alla rovescia in attesa di "Devils & Dust" che uscirà il 26 aprile. E in casa Columbia c'è chi sta sudando freddo. La scaletta è pronta ed è già stata annunciata ma, secondo indiscrezioni, ai 12 pezzi scelti per il nuovo disco, il Boss vorrebbe aggiungerne un tredicesimo, una canzone che canta ormai da anni live: "Pilgrim in the temple of love / Santa gets a blowjob".
Già il titolo è di quelli forti. L'attacco, poi, è strepitoso. (It was Christmas eve, I was standing in the parking lot of "Fabulous Girls - Nude, Nude, Nude"). Il resto del pezzo è una di quelle storie degno dei migliori affreschi "Born in the Usa", che nel giro di pochi accordi ti fanno vedere un pezzo di quella America, in bianco e nero, dura degna del miglior Springsteen. (In the car next to me there was a young lady givin' a blow job to a man in a Santa Claus suit). Ma tra blowjobs, appunto, assholes, fuckin' nights e auguri tipo "Merry Fuck You", sembra proprio che qualcuno tra i responsabili dell'etichetta discografica, abbia perso il sonno.
Evidentemente preoccupano i Babbi Natale ubriachi, le ballerine di lap dance e le valli dei Supervixens. Ma il racconto è bello, toccante. Con una Lady Godiva un po' triste che alla fine del suo spettacolo "Mi mostró una foto del suo bambino, disse che di giorno è una studente d'arte / Balla sei sere a settimana per zoticoni e idioti come questi, ovviamente, presenti esclusi".
Un ritratto che non sfigurerebbe affatto tra quello dei soldati americani di stanza in Iraq ("La paura è un diavolo potente/Trasforma l'acciaio in ruggine polverosa/Il mio dito è sul grilletto/Non so di chi fidarmi/Quando guardo nei tuoi occhi/Vedo soltanto
diavoli e polvere"), e di un padre ("Mio padre non era altro che uno sconosciuto/Viveva in un albergo giù in città /Quando ero bambino lui era soltanto un estraneo/Un estraneo che vedevo in giro../Ora che ho un figlio mio/Ho un solo desiderio in questo mondo dimenticato da Dio/Spero che i tuoi peccati siano soltanto tuoi"). Con i saluti di Santa Claus: "Buon Natale a tutti, idioti, e una fottuta buona notte".
Pilgrim in the Temple of Love/ Santa gets a blow job
It was Christmas eve, I was standing in the parking lot of "Fabulous Girls - Nude, Nude, Nude"
In the car next to me there was a young lady givin' a blow job to a man in a Santa Claus suit
His beard was crooked, his hat askew embarrassed, I turned to go
When from the back seat of the Mazda I heard somebody shout "oh, baby, don't stop"
And a merry "ho ho ho"
Well I walked inside, I ordered a beer and a double shot of whiskey and in three minutes I
had fallen in love
The DJ announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, from Fort Worth, Texas - lady Godiva" and I sat
and worshipped 'neath the angel above
At the end of her set she brushed her hair came and sat on the stool to my right and said "will
you buy me a drink?"
My heart beat fast, my trousers grew tight and wittily I replied "uhh...."
She showed me a picture of her kid, said during the day she's an art student
She dances six nights a week for slobs and idiots like this, of course, present company excluded
On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen
I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens
Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above
I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love,
Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love
Well, then Santa came stumblin' in
and somebody shouted "hey Santa, where're your elves?"
He sat down on the stool to my left and the bartender took a vodka bottle off the shelf
He asked if mrs. Claus had called, to tell her he worked the late shift at the mall and he was
sorry, but he just got through
I turned and I asked him "how's the kids this year, Santa?"
Beneath his breath he whispered "a merry fuck you"
Well, then the owner came over and
he was a short fat ugly guy with a
funny kind of pushed-in face
He shook my hand and said it was the
first time they ever had a superstar in this place
Lady Godiva bought me a few drinks and words came out
of my mouth what they were I
couldn't guess
But it was something about showgirls, lapdancing,
Motley Crew, you can guess the rest
On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen
I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens
Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above
I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love,
Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love
Well, I walked outside, snow was fallin',
I had some toys to put together, it was Christmas time
Santa followed me into the parking lot and threw up
on the hood of the car next to mine
I gave him my hankerchief, pulled out onto the highway and as I sat at the light
I swear I saw a sleigh with a dozen reindeer pull out of the parking lot
And cut across to the mall and a voice shouted,
"Merry Christmas to all, you assholes, and a good fuckin' night"
On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen
I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens
Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above
I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love,
Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love
(repubblicaonline 25 febbraio 2005)
un testo a luci rosse
nel prossimo album
Per i fan di Springsteen è iniziato il conto alla rovescia in attesa di "Devils & Dust" che uscirà il 26 aprile. E in casa Columbia c'è chi sta sudando freddo. La scaletta è pronta ed è già stata annunciata ma, secondo indiscrezioni, ai 12 pezzi scelti per il nuovo disco, il Boss vorrebbe aggiungerne un tredicesimo, una canzone che canta ormai da anni live: "Pilgrim in the temple of love / Santa gets a blowjob".
Già il titolo è di quelli forti. L'attacco, poi, è strepitoso. (It was Christmas eve, I was standing in the parking lot of "Fabulous Girls - Nude, Nude, Nude"). Il resto del pezzo è una di quelle storie degno dei migliori affreschi "Born in the Usa", che nel giro di pochi accordi ti fanno vedere un pezzo di quella America, in bianco e nero, dura degna del miglior Springsteen. (In the car next to me there was a young lady givin' a blow job to a man in a Santa Claus suit). Ma tra blowjobs, appunto, assholes, fuckin' nights e auguri tipo "Merry Fuck You", sembra proprio che qualcuno tra i responsabili dell'etichetta discografica, abbia perso il sonno.
Evidentemente preoccupano i Babbi Natale ubriachi, le ballerine di lap dance e le valli dei Supervixens. Ma il racconto è bello, toccante. Con una Lady Godiva un po' triste che alla fine del suo spettacolo "Mi mostró una foto del suo bambino, disse che di giorno è una studente d'arte / Balla sei sere a settimana per zoticoni e idioti come questi, ovviamente, presenti esclusi".
Un ritratto che non sfigurerebbe affatto tra quello dei soldati americani di stanza in Iraq ("La paura è un diavolo potente/Trasforma l'acciaio in ruggine polverosa/Il mio dito è sul grilletto/Non so di chi fidarmi/Quando guardo nei tuoi occhi/Vedo soltanto
diavoli e polvere"), e di un padre ("Mio padre non era altro che uno sconosciuto/Viveva in un albergo giù in città /Quando ero bambino lui era soltanto un estraneo/Un estraneo che vedevo in giro../Ora che ho un figlio mio/Ho un solo desiderio in questo mondo dimenticato da Dio/Spero che i tuoi peccati siano soltanto tuoi"). Con i saluti di Santa Claus: "Buon Natale a tutti, idioti, e una fottuta buona notte".
Pilgrim in the Temple of Love/ Santa gets a blow job
It was Christmas eve, I was standing in the parking lot of "Fabulous Girls - Nude, Nude, Nude"
In the car next to me there was a young lady givin' a blow job to a man in a Santa Claus suit
His beard was crooked, his hat askew embarrassed, I turned to go
When from the back seat of the Mazda I heard somebody shout "oh, baby, don't stop"
And a merry "ho ho ho"
Well I walked inside, I ordered a beer and a double shot of whiskey and in three minutes I
had fallen in love
The DJ announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, from Fort Worth, Texas - lady Godiva" and I sat
and worshipped 'neath the angel above
At the end of her set she brushed her hair came and sat on the stool to my right and said "will
you buy me a drink?"
My heart beat fast, my trousers grew tight and wittily I replied "uhh...."
She showed me a picture of her kid, said during the day she's an art student
She dances six nights a week for slobs and idiots like this, of course, present company excluded
On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen
I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens
Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above
I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love,
Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love
Well, then Santa came stumblin' in
and somebody shouted "hey Santa, where're your elves?"
He sat down on the stool to my left and the bartender took a vodka bottle off the shelf
He asked if mrs. Claus had called, to tell her he worked the late shift at the mall and he was
sorry, but he just got through
I turned and I asked him "how's the kids this year, Santa?"
Beneath his breath he whispered "a merry fuck you"
Well, then the owner came over and
he was a short fat ugly guy with a
funny kind of pushed-in face
He shook my hand and said it was the
first time they ever had a superstar in this place
Lady Godiva bought me a few drinks and words came out
of my mouth what they were I
couldn't guess
But it was something about showgirls, lapdancing,
Motley Crew, you can guess the rest
On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen
I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens
Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above
I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love,
Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love
Well, I walked outside, snow was fallin',
I had some toys to put together, it was Christmas time
Santa followed me into the parking lot and threw up
on the hood of the car next to mine
I gave him my hankerchief, pulled out onto the highway and as I sat at the light
I swear I saw a sleigh with a dozen reindeer pull out of the parking lot
And cut across to the mall and a voice shouted,
"Merry Christmas to all, you assholes, and a good fuckin' night"
On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen
I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens
Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above
I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love,
Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love
(repubblicaonline 25 febbraio 2005)
