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2009-03-11

Patti Smith – Land

Filed under: Muusika — Sander @ 12:33:24
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image Lubasin juba mõne aja eest kirjutada Patti Smithi laulust Land.

Pärineb see lugu Patti Smithi debüütalbumilt Horses. Uskumatult tugevat albumit hinnatakse reeglina üheks kõigi aegade parimaks debüüdiks ja hääletatakse kõigi aegade parimate albumite hulka. Kui aus olla, siis ega Patti Smithilt ei tasugi suurt midagi muud kuulata.

Ilmselt on selle peapõhjuseks, et seda albumit produtseeris John Cale – Velvet Undergroundi asutajaliige – kes andis Patti Smithile vabaduse oma meelsuse väljendamiseks ja isegi õhutas tema anarhistlikkust. Järgnevate albumite produtsendid surusid Patti Smithi märksa tugevamalt tavamuusika ja tavamuusiku raamidesse.

Albumilt endalt seisavad eredalt teistest kõrgemal kaks laulu – Gloria (millest olen varem kirjutanud) ja Land (täisnimega Land/Horses/Land of a Thousand Dances/La Mer).

Algab lugu aeglase luuletuse retsiteerimisega (laulusõnad on allpool), paisub karjeteks “Horses, horses, horses, horses” – ning jätkub osaga Chris Kenneri 1962. aasta laulust Land of a Thousand Dances. Ilmselt teavad kõik vähemalt osasid sellest magedavõitu mõttetust laulukesest, Got to know how to pony/Like Bony Maronie/Mash potato, do the alligator. Kuid Patti Smithi esitusest ei ole algsest magedusest jälgegi. Lõpeb laul taas aeglase retsiteerimise-laulmisega.

Laulu sisust – mis jutustab rocki jaoks vägagi kummaliselt sünge ja kurva loo – ma meelega lähemalt ei räägi. Kes soovib, see loeb ise laulusõnu altpoolt või kuulab.

Minu teadvusse jõudis Land läbi sarja Millennium episoodi “The Time is Now”. Selles episoodis mängitakse kummalises muusikavideo-stseenis kogu pala (9 minutit ja 25 sekundit!) taustana tegelase hullumisele, seejuures laulu sisu ja tegelase nägemused aeg-ajalt kattuvad, aeg-ajalt lahknevad.

Kuivõrd nägin ma seda episoodi televisoonist maakodus – ja umbes kümne aasta eest – siis ei õnnestunud mul kaua teada saada, kelle lugu see oli. Mällu jäänud üksikute fraaside abil õnnestus mul laul leida – olin üllatunud, et selle autoriks on Patti Smith, keda mina teadsin vaid lameda Because the Night laulu tegijana.

 

Sõnad

The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
But the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
Started crashing his head against the locker,
Started crashing his head against the locker,
Started laughing hysterically

When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling hes being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then youre rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi

Life is filled with holes, Johnnys laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, oh, pretty boy,
Cant you show me nothing but surrender ?
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest theres the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, Im cruisin through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go rimbaud,
Go rimbaud, go rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi

Theres a little place, a place called space
Its a pretty little place, its across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, twistelettes, twistelettes, twistelettes,
Twistelettes, twistelettes, twistelettes, twistelettes

Baby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
Theres a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didnt waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
Up there — there is a sea
Up there — there is a sea
Up there — there is a sea
The seas the possibility
There is no land but the land
(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea
(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key
(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.
(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor
(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee
(on the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame
(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat
(the spoon)
And let it deep in
(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desire

I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area
(go rimbaud go rimbaud go rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi …
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes were together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,
(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I thats how i
Thats how i
I died
(at that tower of babel they knew what they were after)
(they knew what they were after)
[everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
Theres no land but the land

Looked at my hands, and theres a red stream
That went streaming through the sands like fingers,
Like arteries, like fingers
(how much fits between the eyes of a horse? )
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,
(his fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first
(his vocal chords shot up)
(possibility)
(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate
(there is nothing happening at all)
And go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
Saw this sweet young thing (fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter

In the sheets
There was a man
Dancing around
To the simple
Rock & roll
Song

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