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Alice Cooper
« From the Inside »
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1 | From The Inside 3:55
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| 2 | Wish I Were Born In Beverly Hills 3:38
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| 3 | The Quiet Room 3:52
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| 4 | Nurse Rozetta 4:15
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| 5 | Millie And Billie 4:14
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| 6 | Serious 2:44
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| 7 | How You Gonna See Me Now 3:57
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| 8 | For Veronica's Sake 3:57
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| 9 | Jackknife Johnny 3:45
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| 10 | Inmates (We're All Crazy) 5:03
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| | Total playing time 38:47 |
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Alice Cooper - vocals
Davey Johnstone - guitars
Dick Wagner - guitars
David Foster - keyboards
Kenny Passarelli - bass
Rick Schlosser - drums |
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Produced by David Foster
Aditional musicians:
Marcy Levy - vocals on track 5
Jefferson Kewley - guitars
Jay Graydon - guitars
Steve Lukather - guitars
Rick Nielsen - guitars
Fred Mandel - keyboards
Robbie King - keyboards
David Hungate - bass
John Pierce - bass
Dee Murray - bass
Lee Skiar - bass
Dennis Conway - drums
Michael Ricciardella - drums
Jim Keltner - percussion |
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| From the inside
(Cooper/Taupin/Wagner/Foster)
I got lost on the road somewhere
Was it Texas or was it Canada?
Drinking whiskey in the morning light
I work the stage all night long
At first we laughed about it
My long haired drunken friends
Proposed a toast to Jimmy's ghost
I never dr |
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Оказывается в спец лечебнице для алкоголиков от впечатлений можно получить взрыв творческой деятельности! Во всяком случае, так произошло с Элисом Купером, который после курса лечения взял и сразу записал новый (одиннадцатый по счету) студийный альбом. Более того - Элис решил сделать альбом полу концептуальным, и поэтому тексты и персонажи многих песен с альбома позаимствованы из этой самой психушки. К сожалению, диск именно полу концептуальный, первые две песни ничего общего с душевнобольными не имеют. Заглавный трек описывает поломку тур автобуса Элиса посреди Канадских лесов, ну а "Wish I Were Born In Beverly Hills" заставляет (и не раз!) улыбнуться, текст написан с фирменным Куперовским юмором. Стоит сразу обратить внимание, что в музыкальном плане все композиции на голову выше своих предшественников с "Lace And Whiskey", определенно, пьянство сделало тогда свое черное дело. Ну а после первых двух треков идет подборка интереснейших песен на жутковатые темы. Из баллад стоит отметить "The Quiet Room" (забавная песня про барокамеру), "Millie And Bille" (великолепный дуэт Купера с некоей Марси Леви, очень трогательная и блистательно исполненная сага об этаких Бонни и Клайде) и сингловая "How You're Gonna See Me Now" (тоже очень приятная и добрая песня про возвращение из психушки домой). Также в арсенале Купера имеются ОЧЕНЬ сексуально озабоченный трек "Nurse Rozetta" про очаровательную медсестру и ОЧЕНЬ тяжелая гитарная песня "Serious". Ураганный ритм, великолепный юморной текст и зажигательные риффы делают "Serious", самым запоминающимся номером альбома. Соперничать с ней по силам только финальному эпику "Inmates (We're All Crazy)". Совершенно безумная работа - детский хор на фоне тяжелых гитар и пульсирующих басов с очередным потрясающим текстом про наше загнившее общество. В общем, пребывание в больнице пошло Элису только на пользу, он и от алкоголизма избавился и отменный альбом записал. Напоследок стоит отметить, что главная фишка этого диска - та самая атмосфера некоей психушки, очень необычное ощущение! Передать увиденное в виде музыки и текста у Купера получилось на ура. |
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Данный альбом великого маэстро показывает, как иногда полезно ''завязывать'' с алкоголем! Именно такие мысли возникают при прослушивании этого произведения. Этот альбом очень радует наличием разноплановых, я бы даже сказал, разностилевых композиций с довольно забавными, хотя и мрачноватыми текстами. Здесь есть и баллады, и рок н рольные тяжелячки, да и просто поп роковые песни с запоминающейся мелодией, которые очень легко слушаются. На этом альбоме нет только скуки и однообразия, которые, к СОЖАЛЕНИЮ, появились на поздних альбомах (''Hey stoopid'' и.тд.). Если вы ещё не слушали ''From The Inside'', то обязательно послушайте, сравните его с альбомами Купера девяностых годов и сделайте выводы! |
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Из алкогольных творений м-ра Купера этот альбом производит на меня самое удручающее впечатление. Скудные тексты здесь соседствуют с какой-то совершенно не подходящей Элису замшелой эстрадной музыкой. Вроде той, что играли многочисленные советские ВИА. А заглавная вещь вообще отдает какой-то кабатчиной. Такое ощущение, что сидишь в забегаловке с кружкой пива, а где-то неподалеку худой и изможденный человек с посиневшим от пьянства лицом радостным голосом поет о том, что он пьет виски и опустился на дно жизни. Отвратительная в своей безвкусной пошлости песня "Nurse Rozetta" также не внушает оптимизма. "Millie And Billie" - это вообще нечто странное. Видимо, маэстро действительно опустился на дно жизни, если согласился на подобный дуэт. "Inmates" испортил дурацкий припев, который делает песню абсолютно несерьезной. Все остальное настолько серо, скучно и безжизненно, что я даже не могу вспомнить мотив. Единственное светлое пятно на альбоме - композиция "The Quiet Room". Но разве может одна единственная песня вытянуть целый бездарный альбом? Перед вами 39-минутное подтверждение того, что "нет". Про вокал даже и говорить не хочется. Создается такое впечатление, что Элиса тошнит от своих собственных песен. А ведь альбом написан сразу же после прохождения курса реабилитации от алкогольной зависимости, как знак своего излечения и возврата к былой форме. Стоило ли ее проходить, если все свои лучшие песни и альбомы Элис написал именно в состоянии под шафе? |
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Что ж можно сказать про альбом 1978года? Очередное алгольное творение конца 70х. Музыка (по-сравнению с преведующим Lace And whiskey)стала как-то легче, можно сказать даже !эстраднее!.Стиль чем-то напоминает такой глэмовый рок a la Квины тех времён...
Можно так же отметить, что пожалуй, не на одном альбоме не было столько душещипающих балад! И разумеется, та самая бсихбольничная атмосфера.... Хотя, например, в альбоме DaDa(коий я склонен считать одним из лучших)атмосфера ещё безвыходнее и страшнее! Учитывая столь попсовое звучание альбома 7(4+) |
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I'm stuck here on the inside, looking out
I'm just another case
Where's my makeup? Where's my face?
On the inside
All got your kicks from what you saw up there
Eight bucks even buys a folding chair
I was downing seagrams on another flight
And I worked that stage all night long
You were screaming for the villain up there
And I was much obliged
The old road sure screwed me good this time
It's hard to see where the vicious circle ends
I'm stuck here on the inside, I'm looking out
That's no big disgrace
Where's my makeup? Where's my face?
On the inside
On the inside
I'm stuck here on the inside, looking out
I'm just another case
Where's my makeup? Where's my face?
On the inside
I'm stuck here on the inside, I'm looking out
That ain't no big disgrace
Where's my makeup? Where's my face?
On the inside
Wish I were born in Beverly Hills
(Cooper/Taupin/Wagner)
She looked so sleek and sassy
Rolling down Rodeo drive
She got her daddy's black Corniche
And her tennis pro by her side
And she wants her mother's lover
To exercise her skill
And if she don't score him fast
She knows that her brother will
I wish I were born in Beverly Hills
I swear I couldn't drink half as much as she spills
I want to live it up, get my kicks and thrills
Be a gigolo lover and send her the bills
She says that she's an actress
Just never got a part
Well, now she's a teenage mess
With a burned out Gucci heart
She cracked one day at Cartier
When things came to a head
They put her trinkets away
And wrapped her up instead
I wish I were born in Beverly Hills
I swear I couldn't drink half as much as she spills
I want to live it up, get my kicks and thrills
Be a gigolo lover and send her the bills
She bit like a dog and she screamed like hell
"You ain't taking me to no padded cell
You better take all your hands
Off my high priced tail"
I wish I were born in Beverly Hills
I swear I couldn't drink half as much as she spills
I want to live it up, get my kicks and thrills
Be a gigolo lover and send her the bills
The quiet room
(Cooper/Taupin/Wagner)
The California air
Your nightgown on the stairs
I remember every night
Scenes from home in the quiet room
How long have I been gone?
Did winter kill the lawn?
And all those polaroids you sent
Are on the wall in the quiet room
They've got this place
Where they've been keeping me
Where I can't hurt myself, I can't get my wrists to bleed
Just don't know why, suicide appeals to me
The quiet room is sterilized and white
It's like a tomb with just a moth stained naked light
Plastic forks and spoons
No laces in my shoes
They all know what I tried to do
Outside the quiet room
This quiet place
It ain't so new to me
It's haunted atmosphere has heard so many scream
My home from home, my twilight zone, my strangest dream
My confidant, I have confessed my life
The quiet room knows more about me than my wife
They've got this place
Where they've been keeping me
Where I can't hurt myself, I just can't
I just can't get these damn wrists to bleed
A mattress on the floor
No handles on the door
I really need nothing here
I'm alone
Nurse Rozetta
(Cooper/Taupin/Foster/Lukather)
I'm a shepherd for the pentecost
I got my scriptures and my wires crossed
I got no kids and I got no home
They want us holy men to live alone
Since I've been here for a little stay
I see Rozetta day by day
She turns my head, makes me cough
I want to tear my collar off
I just can't sleep at night, Rozetta dressed in white
She's got the devil's light shining in her eyes
I screamed my sermon, damning sin and vice
When underneath I was a regular guy
My pulpit melted like a block of ice
When a bolt of lightning hit me from the sky
From my stretcher when they wheeled me in
I stared directly in the eyes of sin
Nurse Rozetta standing over me
And I was helpless as a man of god could be
I just can't sleep at night, Rozetta dressed in white
She's got the devil's light shining in her eyes
Nurse Rozetta, I won't let her catch me peering down her sweater
Fantasizing silk suspenders on her thighs
Nurse Rozetta make me better, secretly my eyes undress her
Let me feel your tongue depressor
I'm suddenly twice my size
My pants are all wet inside
She's so creative with a bar of soap
And so inventive with a stethoscope
To check my pulse she gotta hold my hand
And I blow the fuse on the encephalogram
Satan sent her from the bowels of hell
I should have recognized old Jezbel
I surrendered to the urges felt
She popped the buckle on my bible belt
And I, I just can't sleep at night, Rozetta dressed in white
She's got the devil's light shining in her eyes
I'd lick her nylon seams like a hungry cat with cream
What a vivid seam and I can't hold back no more
I know I can't hold back no more
Millie and Billie
(Cooper/Taupin/Roberts)
Billie, I wonder, why are we insane?
Will we ever get better?
Will we stay the same?
Billie, I'm worried
Millie, don't worry
No one knows our pain
Being in love is crazy, not alone that way
I know you're worried today
God made love crazy so he wouldn't feel alone
He was thinking of us
He was thinking of us
God made love crazy so he wouldn't feel so alone
Billie, my mind seems to wander
To events of a night long ago
Driving alone with our guilt well concealed
In the trunk of your sixty eight olds
Millie, our world's an asylum
And our minds like you say ain't that straight
But you know and I know our passion's not deformed
It's true to say we'll love our lifetime
God made love crazy so he wouldn't feel alone
He was thinking of us
He was thinking of us
God made love crazy so he wouldn't feel so alone
Billie, I dream of our children
They're frightening and gruesome and sad
And I don't want them growing inside me
They're no price for the love that we have
Oh Millie, oh Billie - criminally insane
Oh Billie, oh Millie
Billie, it's fresh in my memory
The night that it had to be done
You with your pick axe and scissors
And you with your shovel and gun
And I liked your late husband Donald
But such torture his memory brings
All sliced up and sealed tight in baggies
Guess love makes you do funny things
Oh Billie, oh Millie - criminally insane
Oh Millie, oh Billie
Serious
(Cooper/Taupin/Foster/Lukather)
When I look back at my time at the track
And I played and I played and I played and I
Was shooting the craps at the back of Fat Jack's
Come on, fade me, Jake!
I'm a Las Vegas dreamer they took to the cleaners
A bath, what a bath, what a bath I'd take
A fish on a hook, I was rattled and shook
'Cause I lost my stake
I took that serious
All of my life was a laugh
And a joke and a drink and a smoke
And then I passed out on the floor
Again and again and again and again and again
I'm a gambling fool with a roll and cue
Wanna play, wanna play, wanna play with me?
Put my ass on the line, rubbed my nose in the grime
And they picked me clean
The chance and the game drove Old Silkly insane
What a pain, what a strain on my brain it was
A fish on a hook, I was rattled and shook
'Cause I lost my stake
I took that serious
All of my life was a laugh
And a joke, a drink and a smoke
And then I passed out on the floor
Again and again and again and again and again
Serious - it was serious
Oh, so serious
Serious - it was serious
Oh, so serious
All of my life was a laugh
And a joke and a drink and a smoke
And then I passed out on the floor or a friend
Again and again and again and again and again
All of my life was a laugh
And a joke, a drink, a smoke
And then I passed out on the floor or a friend
Again and again and again and again and again
Again and again and again
And again and again
Again and again and again
And again and again
How you gonna see me now
(Cooper/Taupin/Wagner)
Dear darling, surprised to hear from me?
Bet you're sitting drinking coffee, yawning sleepily
Just to let you know, I'm gonna be home soon
I'm kinda awkward and afraid, time has changed your point of view
How you gonna see me now? Please, don't see me ugly, babe
'Cause I know I let you down in, oh, so many ways
How you gonna see me now since we've been on our own?
Are you gonna love the man when the man gets home?
Listen darling, now I'm heading for the west
Straightened out my head but my old heart is still a mess
Yes, I'm worried, honey, guess that's natural though
It's like I'm waiting for a welcome sign like a hobo in the snow
How you gonna see me now? Please, don't see me ugly, babe
'Cause I know I let you down in, oh, so many ways
How you gonna see me now since we've been on our own?
Are you gonna love the man when the man gets home?
And just like the first time we're just strangers again
I might have grown out of style in the place I've been
And just like the first time I'll be shaking inside
When I walk in the door there'll be no place to hide
How you gonna see me now? Please, don't see me ugly, babe
'Cause I feel I let you down in, oh, so many ways
How you gonna see me now? Please, don't see me ugly, babe
'Cause I know I let you down in, oh, so many ways
How you gonna see me now since we've been on our own?
Are you gonna love the man when the man gets home?
For Veronica's sake
(Cooper/Taupin/Wagner)
I got my name and number, I got my bed assigned
I got a dog in the city pound that I left behind
I'm strapped down and wild eyed, she's locked up in a pen
She needs somebody to feed her and I'm her only friend
So for Veronica's sake - I gotta get outta here
For Veronica's sake - she can get pretty weird
For Veronica's sake - I gotta get myself outta here
We both been put in cages, we got our shots and tags
I got my sweating fist to shake, she's got her tail to wag
She has to bark and whimper while I could scream and shout
The clock above the psycho ward says time is running out
So for Veronica's sake - I gotta get outta here
For Veronica's sake - she can get pretty weird
For Veronica's sake - I gotta get myself outta here
And I can see her howling all night at the lonely moon
They're going to give her the gas if I don't get there soon
I gotta get there soon
For Veronica's sake - I gotta get outta here
For Veronica's sake - she can get pretty weird
For Veronica's sake - I gotta get outta here
For Veronica's sake - I gotta get outta here
For Veronica's sake - she can get pretty weird
For Veronica's sake - I gotta get outta here
For Veronica's sake - she can get pretty weird
For Veronica's sake - I gotta get outta here
For Veronica's sake - she can get pretty weird
For Veronica's sake - I gotta get outta here
For Veronica's sake - she can get pretty weird
Jackknife Johnny
(Cooper/Taupin/Wagner)
From his army confessions of his military days
You still carry the shrapnel, you're shell shocked and dazed
Dear Johnny, have you just lost your way?
Or like denim and leather are you faded and frayed?
Institute lackies with hot bourbon breath
White coats and needles, Johnny, like to scare you to death
Dear Johnny, do you feel your best?
When you're strung out at night on your morphine and meth?
Jackknife Johnny - you're a floor mopping flunkie
Tool of a dagger's drawn world
Jackknife Johnny - them old vets gotta hate you
For bringing home that V.C. girl
Jackknife Johnny, welcome to our world
From the tone deaf hearing of the draft board game
You were washing cars down in Dallas when the holocaust came
Dear Johnny, your excuse was lame
All your friends sleep in boxes while you sleep in chains
Jackknife Johnny - you're a floor mopping flunkie
Tool of a dagger's drawn world
Jackknife Johnny - them old vets gotta hate you
For bringing home that V.C. girl
Jackknife Johnny, welcome to our world
Jackknife Johnny - you're a bad jungle monkey
Tool of a dagger's drawn world
Jackknife Johnny - them old vets gotta hate you
For bringing home that V.C. girl
Jackknife Johnny, welcome to our world
Inmates (we're all crazy)
(Cooper/Taupin/Wagner)
It's not like we did something wrong
We just burned down the church
While the choir within sang religious songs
And it's not like we thought we was right
We just played with the wheels of a passenger train
That cracked on the tracks one night
It's not like we ain't on the ball
We just talk to our shrinks, they talk to their shrinks
No wonder we're up the wall
We're not stupid or dumb
We're the lunatic fringe who rusted the hinge
On uncle Sam's daughters and sons
Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in another world
With roller coaster brains
Imagine playing with trains
Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in some other world
We're all crazy
We're all crazy
We're all crazy
Lizzy Borden took an axe
And gave her mother forty whacks
And don't think we're trying to be bad - no!
All the innocent crime seemed alright at the time
Not necessarily mad, not necessarily mad
We watch every day for the bus
And the driver would say: "That's where lunatics stay"
I wonder if he's talking 'bout us?
It's not like we're vicious or gone - no!
We just dug up the graves where your relatives lay
In old forest lawn
And it's not like we don't know the score
We're the fragile elite they dragged off the street
I guess they just couldn't take us no more
Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in another world
With roller coaster brains
Imagine digging up graves
Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in some other world
We're all crazy
We're all crazy
We're all crazy
We're all crazy
We're all crazy
We're all crazy