Ricordando Richard Wright : Pink Floyd – Dogs, testo e video

Oggi l’ indimenticabile Richard Wright avrebbe compiuto 76 anni. Per celebrarlo, vi posto il brano Dogs dei Pink Floyd, con testo e video.

Auguri Rick!

Il 28 luglio 1943, nasceva a Londra Richard Wright, musicista, compositore, cantante, cofondatore dei Pink Floyd, scomparso il 15 settembre 2008 a seguito di un tumore.

Richard William Wright è stato fondamentale per il suono dei Pink Floyd, grazie alle sue escursioni jazzistiche, alternate all’ uso del pianoforte acustico.

Rick aveva classe e genio, sapeva improvvisare, conosceva la musica meglio degli altri componenti, almeno inizialmente, poi probabilmente a causa del carisma del duo Waters/Gilmour finì in secondo piano.

Ma senza di lui, brani come “Shine On You Crazy Diamond”, “Echoes”, “Cymbaline”, “Dogs” (solo per citare i primi che mi vengono in mente) avrebbero avuto quel sound?

La canzone Dogs è contenuta nell’album “Animals” del 1977.

Dogs originariamente non era nato per essere inserito in Animals. Veniva eseguito dai Pink Floyd sin dal 1974 in alcuni concerti live assieme a Sheep. Allora non si chiamava Dogs ma aveva il titolo di Gotta Be Crazy o You Gotta Be Crazy. Inizialmente doveva essere inserito nell’album Wish You Were Here ma non c’era spazio per questo brano e quindi fu accantonato fino ad essere scelto per Animals. (Fonte Wikipedia)

La canzone è una denuncia verso quelle persone, che per arrivare ad essere qualcuno arriva a fare qualsiasi cosa, anche ad uccidere.

Testo: Pink Floyd – Dogs

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You’ll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end you’ll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone (stone, stone, stone, stone, stone)
I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone’s expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything’s done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone’s a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone

Video Youtube: Pink Floyd – Dogs

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Pubblicato da Jagming

Installatore elettromeccanico, musicista, blogger, amante della natura, degli animali ed appassionato di fitoterapia