Il 4 giugno di 21 anni fa, moriva il bassista e compositore Ronnie Lane, In suo ricordo vi posto il brano dei The Faces, “Stone”, con testo e video.
Ricordando Ronnie Lane.
Ronald Frederick “Ronnie” Lane (Plaistow, 1º aprile 1946 – Trinidad, 4 giugno 1997) è stato un musicista, che fondò band leggendarie : Small Faces, The Faces, Slim Chance.
Nel 1965 formò gli Small Faces, una delle più importanti Mod band inglesi. Nel gruppo militavano, oltre a Ronnie Lane al basso e chitarra, il cantante e chitarrista Steve Marriott, il tastierista Ian McLagan, il bassista Rick Wills, il batterista Kenney Jones e dal cantante Jimmy McCulloch.
Dopo lo scioglimento della band nel 1969, Ronnie Lane formò i Faces, con Rod Stewart alla voce, Ronnie Wood alla chitarra, Ian McLagan alle tastiere e Kenney Jones alla batteria.
Dopo l’ uscita di Wood nei Rolling Stones e la scelta di Rod Stewart di seguire una carriera solista, Lane formò gli Slim Chance e poi collaborò con Pete Townshend per l’ album Rough Mix.
Ronnie Lane aveva costruito uno dei più importanti studi di registrazione mobili, in cui vennero registrati album come Rainbow Album di Eric Clapton e Quadrophenia degli Who.
Sul finire degli anni ’70, Lane si ammalò di Sclerosi multipla, ma continuò a lavorare, impegnandosi per trovare fondi alla ricerca verso la malattia.
Il brano “Stone” fu scritto da Lane per l’ album “First Step” dei The Faces del 1970.
Testo: The Faces – Stone
Once I was a stone many years ago
Into a pool was thrown many years ago.
Time passed by, the pool ran dry, excavated was i.
And tempered and beat in a fiery heat,
By the hand of a man, who’s name was dan
Dan the blacksmith.
Once I was a sword, many years ago.
And my blade was broad, many years ago.
Worn with pride, into battle I’d ride at a warrior’s side.
And I cut and I killed and was lost in a field,
And I soon did rust, corrode to dust,
Oh my.
Once I was a daisy, many years ago.
In pastures green and lazy, many years ago.
But I was et by a goat who fell in a moat and forgetting to float
He sunk like a lead and stayed until dead,
But was relieved to find just how kind it all was.
Once I was a grub, many years ago.
I lived in muck and mud, many years ago.
But on the very first noon I became a cocoon that resembled a prune.
When the good lord was done in the warmth of the sun.
I shed my skins, and dried my wings, and I flew away.
Once I was a bullfrog, had to struggle for survival.
And once I was a carp and lived in waters ornamental.
And once I was a myna bird, quoting verses from the bible,
Said “pretty boy, pretty boy, st. luke”.
Once I was a mule, a many years ago.
But my master treat me cruel, a many years ago.
By and by I was sick, couldn’t move to his kick, so he took out a stick
And hit it right ‘cross my back to an almighty crack,
And to his dismay, I passed away, into the blue.
I was born a human baby, many years ago.
I was born unto a lady, many years ago.
All our hopes they were piled on the back of a child that turned out to be wild.
Sent the devil a prayer and caused the parson to swear.
So I took my leave to lie and thieve my way to jail.
I’ve been tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor.
I’ve known good times and disaster.
But now I’ve found a teacher, and the teacher has a master,
The master is perfection, so he’ll help us get there faster.
I don’t need no proof, because that’s the truth, and I’ll drink to that.
Video Youtube: Faces – Stone
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RX8zLSfCdfc
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