Animals

I, I’m driving black on black
Just got my license back
I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track
I’ll ask polite if the devil needs a ride
Because the angel on my right ain’t hanging out with me tonight
I’m driving past your house while you were sneaking out
I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run
Your mom don’t know that you were missing
She’d be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I’ve been kissing
Screamin’
 
No, we’re never gonna quit
Ain’t nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we’re animals
No, no matter where we go
‘Cause everybody knows
We’re just a couple of animals
 
So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Check out the trouble we’re in
 
You’re beside me on the seat
Got your hand between my knees
And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze
It’s hard to steer when you’re breathing in my ear
But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears
By now, no doubt that we were heading south
I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth
‘Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch
It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch
I’m screamin’
 
No, we’re never gonna quit
Ain’t nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we’re animals
No, no matter where we go
‘Cause everybody knows
We’re just a couple of animals
 
So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Look at the trouble we’re in
 
We were parked out by the tracks
We’re sitting in the back
And we just started getting busy
When she whispered “what was that?”
The wind, I think ‘cause no one else knows where we are
And that was when she started screamin’
“That’s my dad outside the car!”
Oh please, the keys, they’re not in the ignition
Must have wound up on the floor while
we were switching our positions
I guess they knew that she was missing
As I tried to tell her dad it was her mouth that I was kissing
Screamin’
 
No, we’re never gonna quit
Ain’t nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we’re animals
No, no matter where we go
‘Cause everybody knows
We’re just a couple animals
 
So come on baby, get in
We’re just a couple of animals
Get in, just get in
Ain’t nothing wrong with it
Check out the trouble we’re in
Get in, just get in

Non un granché di sociologia stavolta, a parte il fatto che "siamo solo due animali" riporta potentemente allo Zeitgeist del periodo  stavolta parliamo di chitarre potenti, di quelle che non sentivo dai tempi dei Boston, chitarre ben temperate che non sconfinano nel metallo pesante ma trasmettono comunque excellent vibes, se vogliamo fare un po' di sfoggio Si tratta dei Nickelback, gruppo canadese - e dalli, 'sti canadesi *grin* - in giro da una decina d'anni, ma che finora mi erano bellamente sfuggiti. Consiglio vivamente a chi abbia voglia di un tiramisu sonoro e non posso fare a meno di appiccicare al tutto una nota di colore: il nome del gruppo richiama alla mente monete in aria, scommesse e fortune, come è chiaro nell'album Silver Side Up, tra l'altro uno dei migliori. Il che non poteva andare senza richiamare, in contemporanea, la sequenza iniziale di Rosencrantz e Guilderstern sono morti, da cineteca d'eccellenza: Rosencrantz (Gary Oldman) lancia in aria una moneta che continua a ricadere dando "testa", cosa che non sembra impressionare affatto Guilderstern (Tim Roth), finché

Rosencrantz: [flips coin which lands as 'heads'] 78 in a row. A new record, I imagine.
Guildenstern: Is that what you imagine? A new record?
Rosencrantz: Well -
Guildenstern: No questions? Not a flicker of doubt?
Rosencrantz: I could be wrong.

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[Rosencrantz has been flipping coins, and all of them are coming down heads]
Guildenstern: Consider: One, probability is a factor which operates *within* natural forces. Two, probability is *not* operating as a factor. Three, we are now held within un-, sub- or super-natural forces. Discuss.
Rosencrantz: What?

Sequenza assolutamente indimenticabile