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Noi di Kalporz ci siamo già stracciati le vesti, ve l’ha detto Nicola Guerra nella recensione di “The Double EP: A Sea of Split Peas” e del live di Milano e anche il sottoscritto nella classifica di fine anno: Courtney Barnett è una predestinata, una grandissima artista che sprigiona un’energia coinvolgente e totale.
“Pedestrian At Best” è il nuovo singolo tratto dal nuovo album “Sometimes I Sit And Think, And Sometimes I Just Think” in uscita il 23 marzo 2015.
Anche il video è molto carino (opera di Charlie Ford).
Siete ancora lì? Fiondatevi ad inondare di like la pagina FB di Courtney Barnett, ne sentirete ancora parlare molto.
(qui di seguito il testo di “Pedestrian At Best” così come pubblicato nelle info del video su Youtube):
I love you I hate you
I’m on the fence it all depends
whether I’m up I’m down
I’m on the mend
transcending all reality.
I like you despise you admire you
what are we gonna do
when everything all falls through?
I must confess I’ve made a mess
of what should be a small success
but I digress
at least I’ve tried my very best I guess.
This that the other
why even bother,
it won’t be with me on my death bed,
but I’ll still be in your head.
Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.
Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.
Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.
I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.
My internal monologue
is saturated analogue,
It’s scratched and drifting,
I’ve become attached to the idea
it’s all a shifting dream bitter sweet philosophy,
I’ve got no idea how I even got here.
I’m resentful
I’m having an existential time crisis,
what bliss, daylight savings won’t fix this mess.
Underworked and oversexed
I must express my disinterest,
the rats are back inside my head
what would Freud have said?
Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.
Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.
Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.
I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.
I wanna wash out my head with turpentine and cyanide,
I dislike this internal diatribe
when I try to catch your eye
I hate seeing you crying in the kitchen
I don’t know why it affects me like this when you’re not even mine to consider.
Erroneous.
Harmonious.
I’m hardly sanctimonious.
Dirty clothes, I suppose,
we all outgrow ourselves.
I’m a fake,
I’m a phoney,
I’m awake,
I’m alone,
I’m homely,
I’m a Scorpio.
Put me on a pedestal and I’ll only disappoint you.
Tell me I’m exceptional I promise to exploit you.
Give me all your money and I’ll make some origami, honey.
I think you’re a joke but I don’t find you very funny.
