In This Home on Ice – Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Il pezzo che presento oggi per la canzone della settimana è di un gruppo che ho scoperto da poco, che mi ha pian piano conquistato e di cui adesso non posso fare a meno! Trattasi di una band americana dal nome alquanto buffo (mi piacciono i nomi un po’ stupidi ), precisamente di Brooklyn (New York) che, come spesso accade negli USA, si forma negli anni del college.

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La traccia proposta è inserita nel primo bellissimo disco della band. La particolarità che mi ha colpito di questo gruppo è la voce strascicata, quasi lamentosa del cantante Alec Ounsworth che, sebbene ai primi ascolti mi sia risultata quasi fastidiosa, trovo ora affascinante e originale.

Titolo: In This Home on Ice
Artista: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Album: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Durata: 3:58
Link per alcuni download: http://clapyourhandssayyeah.com/store.php

In This Home on Ice

Blue, you radiant blue
I don’t know how you can stand next to me
You, you talk like a noose
And only confuse my perplexity
Now that I’m so sad and not quite right
I could dance all night
I could dance all night

Shake your rattlesnake skin
And become a part of society
Wait on down the highway
To see how far I’ll come a-run a-run run running
All that we had salvaged from the fire
Was a waste of our time
What a waste of our time

Should I trust all the rust that’s on TV
(Should I trust all the rust that’s on TV)
And with some distaste I disagree
(With some distaste I disagree)
With quite a fashionable dispassion for the dispossessed under-stressed gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
But I don’t care if you don’t like it or just don’t see

And now that we fattened the cow
And set out to plow unknown enemies
“Wow!” Shouts the startled crowd
“Now now did you see what I did see?”
The ravaged cabbage drifts on dark red skies
And it looks so nice
Gee it looks so nice

Shout just let it on out
Confusion becomes a philosophy
Down we’re reaching the town
Where we don’t have to stand around and look over our shoulders
Hell I never knew was what we made it
Let’s just take it slow in this home on ice
In this home on ice
In this home on ice
In this home on ice