Finalmente…
Dopo tre anni di lunga attesa è uscito il disco nuovo, “II”, dei Billy Talent, e, grazie al cielo, è un ottimo ascolto, pur non toccando i *vertici artistici* (quando metto gli asterischi vuol dire che scrivo *una cazzata*) del primo disco: “Billy Talent”.
La mia canzone preferita è senza ombra di dubbio Surrender, un pezzo “romantico”:
She reads a book from across the street,
Whenever someone that she’ll never meet.
Talk over coffee for an hour or two,
She wonders why I’m always in a good mood.
Killin’ time before she struts her stuff,
She needs supporting, I’ll become the crutch.
She’ll never know how much she means to me.
I play the game but I’m the referee.
Surrender every word, every thought every sound.
Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown.
Surrender all the pain we’ve endured until now.
Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found.
Surrender yourself to me.
Even though I know what I’m lookin’ for,
She’s got a brick wall behind her door.
I travel time and confess to her,
But I’m afraid she’d shoot the messenger.
Surrender every word, every thought every sound.
Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown.
Surrender all the pain we’ve endured until now.
Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found.
Surrender yourself to me.
I think I found her suffering the field of words,
I think I found her frowning in a field of words.
Searching until my hands bleed,
This flower don’t belong to me.
I think I found her suffering the field of words,
I think I found her frowning in a field of words.
Searching until my hands bleed,
This flower don’t belong to me.
This flower don’t belong to me.
Why could she belong to me?
Every word, every thought every sound.
Every touch, every smile, every frown.
All the pain we’ve endured until now.
All the hope that I lost you have found.
Surrender every word, every thought every sound.
Surrender every touch, every smile, every frown.
Surrender all the pain we’ve endured until now.
Surrender all the hope that I lost you have found.
(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask,
(Surrender) as my hope had come and passed.
(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask,
(Surrender) as my hope had come and passed.
(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask,
(Surrender) as my hope had come and passed.
(Surrender) I never had the nerve to ask.
A breve la mia recensione per chi, come voi, non ha un cazzo da fare se non venire a leggere qui 
Hasta Pronto.
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July 3rd, 2006 at 5:29 pm
Beautiful song…