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My Uncle The Dog Cletus Cobb Voce e Armonica Eijah Craig Chitarre Aaron Van Doren Basso, voce Ivan Ramiro Gares Batteria Martin McManus Sax Written, arranged
and produced by My Uncle the Dog. Recorded, edited and mixed at Arky’s Studio. Photo by Richard Slade. Cover artwork by
Luke Danko. January 2004.
My Uncle the Dog nasce sul finire dell’anno 2003 dalla
collaborazione tra Alessandro Ducoli e i Bogartz.
Entrambi progetti attivi da diversi anni nell’ambito della musica rock
italiana indipendente. Il lavoro,
registrato in soli tre giorni all’Arky studio di Paratico (BG) unisce
l’approccio underground dei bogartz alla poetica e
narrativa del songwriting di Ducoli. Fra le canzoni
presenti nel cd, si contano tre rivisitazioni di brani appartenenti al
repertorio dei bogartz, uno stravolgimento di
“perfetta”, uno dei brani più apprezzati fra quelli proposti da Ducoli negli
ultimi anni e due nuovi pezzi originali, scritti da Alessandro Ducoli ed
arrangiati dai bogarz, oltre alla cover di uno dei
brani più oscuri mai apparsi nella discografia di Neil Young che sembra
adattarsi perfettamente alle atmosfere di “Tonight’s
the day”. Un lavoro prezioso, da cui traspare
un’assoluta esigenza di rock’n’roll seppure nelle
sue varianti più notturne e spigolose. Tra incontri voodoo che hanno come
scenario i boschi della Louisiana, divinità canine, fidanzate sudice, scenari
gotici e noir ladies nasce l’Ugly
Rock.
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My Uncle the Dog Tonight’s the day (2004) Tonight’s the night Lacqua Jennifer Tonight’s the
day (Worry?) Hey perfect Il
Dio dei Cani Zachary
Taylor
Tonight’s the night Bruce Berry
was a workin’ man He used to
load that Econoline van A sparkle was
in his eye But is life was in his hand Well, late at
night when the people were gone He used to
pick up my guitar And sing a
song in a shaky voice That was real
as the day was long. Early in the mornig at the break of day He used to
sleep until the afternoon If you never
heard him sing I guess you wan’t to soon ‘Cause people let me tell you It sent a
chill up and down my spine When i picked up the telephone And heard
that he died out on the mainline. (Nei Young. Rearr.
Ducoli) Lacqua
Tu sei sola, pura L’immaginario mi
consola, mi rassicura Lascia il posto alla
mia inutile fantasia Si porta via la mia
abitudine, la cortesia Passa il tempo, passa
il vento, io sono lento Passa il treno sempre
dalla stessa parte, avanti e indietro Non sarò mai un uomo
sano, ho finito la mia ora di aria buona L’acqua porta via la
malattia, la porta via Una condizione naturale, Confermare la mia origine animale. (Ducoli. Arr. Ducoli, Bogartz)
Jennifer She walks
jenny walks, walk into the room Everybody:
“she’s here to walk” Everybody:
“she’s here to walk” She sees me, my black shirt
, sways, says: Everybody: “Gimme something strong, everything i
need, gimme something
speed, everything i want” She blows
away the smoke, circle in the smoke Everybody:
“in my head” Everybody:
“in the ground” She drives
away, drives the brains, me, yeah Everybody: “Gimme something strong, everything i
need, gimme something
speed, everything i want” She says: “I just want
to feel the ground that shakes under my feet” “I wanna move walk climb moan sing dance swim’n’rape and kill
myself Drive a
bullet in the head” “I just want
to feel the ground that shakes under my feet” (Bogartz. Additional lyrics, Ducoli. Rearr. Ducoli, Bogartz)
Tonight’s
the day (Worry?) Don't try to
worry pretty baby Don't try to
worry Doctor’s say:
“universe is full of stars without a name” Someone else
is good, someone else is bad Love me Janey love me lovely, love me when i try Try be in
worry for a night Our little
chance for truth, we drink a coffea to To stay
alive, to be a lie, to try to be a worry for your rights Try to be a
worry for a night, is right Don't try to
worry pretty baby Don't try to
worry Doctor say
that you and i, we’ve been trought
that, is not to late Universe is
not our fate, you know Someone else
is moon, someone else is milky way Someone else
is venus, someone else is funcking
worry way Someone else
is doctor for a day, two nights If you wanna give it all away Universe is for another day If you wanna give it all away I should come to stay (Bogartz. Additional lyrics, Ducoli. Rearr. Ducoli, Bogartz)
Hey Perfect (Ducoli.
Additional lyrics Bellicini. Rearr.
Bogartz)
Il
Dio dei Cani Predicatori, guaritori Ogni malattia rinchiusa dentro i cuori Cuori finiti da un’epidemia universale Curatori di cervelli consumati dentro Pulitori di coscienze da purificare “Anime storte. Bombardate ancora l’animale” Strade, piazze, teste da impiccare Arena da riempire per i gladiatori Muratori a costruire, nuovi eroi a comandare Servitori. Venditori di sistemi inferni e paradisi Soluzioni complicate per avere più rimedi “Affondate la baracca. Affogate tutti gli
avventori” Il dio dei
cani verrà condannato Perché ha
messo dentro il cesso le promesse Del dio
degli umani Visionari e viaggiatori ai confini della mente Disarmati e condannati per abuso di frontiera “Mercenari e traditori, condannate ancora
l’animale” (A. Ducoli. Arr.
Ducoli, Bogartz)
Zachary
Taylor I think I had
this nightmare back in a night when I was three Drowning down
in the ocean black Strange folks
did stare at me Now I got
lost in the woods And I
remember what that shimmy coon said He sang “Na na na na
na in the woods dwells the devil” Black-haired
woman in the distance looks at me and calls my name She says:
“Zachary son of the south, well very soon you’ll learn my game” Her mouth too
red her legs so thin, I can’t look back to see My body
freezes and soon I know: She’s the Devil. And the Devil is a whore. They won’t
say I’m a fool again, oh no She will
catch me if I move too slow. The woman
comes to me, “well whatever’s wrong with thee? And i want to be yer slave, for a
night or whole eternity” “The devil
thee thee don’t thee me” I shout to
that woman’s face Her mouth,
her legs, black hair, black eyes and oohh! She’s
the devil They won’t
say I’m a fool again, oh no She will
catch me if I move too slow, tonight I feel
something in my groin, I know She will
catch me if I feel too slow I feel too
weak to close my eyes and I feel too weak to run But I got a
pistol in my pocket , a pistol and
a gun I pray my God, I take the aim then I shoot to the woman’s breast Now I’m
singing: “na na na na na
na na I shot the devil” I shot the
devil like a hole. I think I had
this nightmare back (Bogartz. Additional lyrics, Ducoli. Rearr. Ducoli, Bogartz) |
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