STAND IN LINE
De nuevo los estadounidenses "Impellitteri" en el blog, con todo lo que ello implica, tanto para lo bueno, (que es mucho), como para lo malo, (algún detallito). De nuevo echo hoy la vista hacia los inicios de la banda, en concreto hacia su primer LP, tras el enorme debut en forma de EP de nombre igual al grupo, y del que ya he hablado en el blog. Para esta ocasión, "Stand in line" de 1988, el guitarrista había hecho cambios en la formación, dejando fuera a Rob Rock que volvería después, pero que en este disco sería sustituido por Graham Bonnet, de contrastada carrera y bastante inquieto, y que curiosamente tiene cierta tendencia a trabajar con reputados guitarristas con tendencia "Shred" tales como Yngwie, Steve Vai, Blackmore o Schenker, además del propio Chris Impellitteri entre otros. Nos encontramos ante un heavy hard, de corte americano y vocación Shred pero que no llega a ser algo demasiado exagerado, conociéndose, eso si, esa costumbre de subir y bajar por el mástil de la guitarra a toda velocidad a la mínima de cambio. firma inconfundible de Chris. Hoy, pues, quiero dejar una de las canciones de esta obra del 88, en concreto la que da nombre al disco, "Stand in line", de la que dejo un enlace a youtube.
Standing like a statue waiting for the train
In front of the cigarette vendor
Slicking back his hair looking at the machine
Reflecting like a mirror
Pulling up his collar to avoid the breeze
Of the oncoming bullet
Taking inventory of the things he needs,
He's checking out his wallet
Standing before our eyes straight and tall
*Here comes your hero, stand in line,
Straight as an arrow, stand in line
The mother's son, as perfect as his pompadour
A Spanish-American lover
Heading from the East into West LA
He has to dance La Bamba
So sophisticated is the French cologne
He borrowed from his father
Just another pistol, waiting for someone
To come and pull the trigger
So let his bullet fly through the air...
He'll take you home, stand in line,
If you deserve him, stand in line
(Repeat *)
That perfect stranger, stand in line
IF you deserve him, stand in line
(Repeat *)
In front of the cigarette vendor
Slicking back his hair looking at the machine
Reflecting like a mirror
Pulling up his collar to avoid the breeze
Of the oncoming bullet
Taking inventory of the things he needs,
He's checking out his wallet
Standing before our eyes straight and tall
*Here comes your hero, stand in line,
Straight as an arrow, stand in line
The mother's son, as perfect as his pompadour
A Spanish-American lover
Heading from the East into West LA
He has to dance La Bamba
So sophisticated is the French cologne
He borrowed from his father
Just another pistol, waiting for someone
To come and pull the trigger
So let his bullet fly through the air...
He'll take you home, stand in line,
If you deserve him, stand in line
(Repeat *)
That perfect stranger, stand in line
IF you deserve him, stand in line
(Repeat *)
By Nash
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