MORRISSEY - My 2nd GOD

nu pot sa ma abtzin sa nu postez ceva despre MORRISSEY... cemai, in calitate de neofit, declar oficial ca am fost facut KO de last of the famous international playboys & everyday is like sunday/ irish blood, english heart / suedehead / first of the gang to die / si altele...

relatia dintre mine si muzica lui morrissey este una speciala... de prima data cand am auzit o piesa de morrissey, am zis that's my style, si l-am salvat in playlist, parca pe LastFm. dupa ce am auzit everyday is like sunday, recent, m-am gandit ca merita sa aud ce a mai scris, si in cateva ore am devenit addicted. as putea asculta incontinuu, ceea ce nu mi s-a mai intamplat cu nici un artist (cu exceptzia REM, desigur).

ce imi place la morrisey: 1. are niste linii melodice sooperbe, 2. are o voce ..just wow, adica o tehnica de a canta absolut extraordinara, un timbru superb, se simte ca e un adevarat artist, care prin voce exprima totul... 3. great karisma & e un un baiat de "gasca" (morrissey uraste rappul, dar ma refeream la altceva) care are un stil mai obraznic si mai extravagant decat stipe, dar i se potriveste bine :P/

din cauza lui morrissey am inceput sa ascult the smiths, pulp si alte trupe englezesti din '70-'80
se pare ca ma regasesc mai mult in acestea decat in rockul (alternativ) contemporan. Am sa fac in curand o comparatie smiths - REM - husker du, care sunt dealtfel formatziile mele preferate.
ar fi misto si morrissey - bob mould, ambii cu cariere solo de succes.

la final o poza cu cei dumnezei ai mei (deacumas 2!!) si inca impreuna (in sfanta dualitate MOZSTIPE):..........................................................////

WENDELL GEE


C Dm
That's when Wendell Gee takes a tug
G G7 Em G
Upon the string that held the line of trees
C Dm
Behind the house he lived in
G G7
He was reared to give respect
Em G F
But somewhere down the line he chose
C Em F
To whistle as the wind blows
F C G C
Whistle as the wind blows, with me

{same as before}
He had a dream one night
That the tree had lost its middle
So he built a trunk of chicken wire
To try to hold it up
But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin
And when he climbed inside

F C Em F
There wasn't even time to say
F C G F
Goodbye to Wendell Gee
C Em F
So whistle as the wind blows
C G C (second time through, play F)
Whistle as the wind blows, with me

C Em F
If the wind were colors
C G F
And if the air could speak
C Em F
Then whistle as the wind blows
C G C
Whistle as the wind blows