9.11.06

Maybe I´m nothing but a shadow on the wall...

En af rockhistoriens absolutte bedste, stærkeste, mærkeligste og mest skelsættende 7"-singler - debutsingler vel at mærke - må være Pere Ubu´s "30 Seconds over Tokyo/Heart of Darkness". I stærkt selskab med f.eks. Elvis Presley, The Beatles, Sex Pistols, The Ramones etc. bemærker Pere Ubu´s single sig på flere måder: A- og B-siden er lige stærke, begge sange er år forud for deres tid i melodi, tonalitet, arrangement - altså lyd!, - og sangene - og bandet iøvrigt - er inspiratorer for tonsvis af vigtige grupper i årtierne derefter. Jeg behøver blot at nævne Joy Division (især bassen!), danske Cinema Noir, Sonic Youth (støjen), The Pixies og Sveriges egen bob hund, som jo på et tidspunkt lavede deres egen, uforlignelige, skånske version af Pere Ubu´s følgende single, nemlig Final Solution!
Jeg har et par gange oplevet dels Pere Ubu, dels Pere Ubu´s frontfigur og forsanger David Thomas live ved koncerter i København i 1980´erne og 90´erne. Det var oftest store oplevelser.
En stor tak til DR´s Jan Sneum for i sin tid at spille "Modern Dance", titelnummeret fra Pere Ubu´s debut-lp. Dén smukke lyd af musik og støvsugerstøj har ændret mit liv og aldrig forladt mig!

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ma sagde ...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pere_Ubu_(band)

Pere Ubu have consistently conducted their affairs as they see fit, regardless of convention: They refuse to discuss or explain their sometimes odd music, forgoing the usual banter of newspaper and press interviews. Pere Ubu have compiled a list of guidelines for touring, live performances and the like, including such statements as, "Lighting should be theatrical rather than rockist. We are interested in atmosphere, mood, drama, energy, subtlety, imagination-- not rock cliché," and note that the Danish Broadcasting Corporation is one of the few organizations they trust to record live performances, "solely on the basis of the King of Denmark's defense of the Jews in WWII."

Anonym sagde ...

Also sprach Mynheer:

pho, nu vil du vel ikke påstå du var SÅ langt fremme i lakskoene, at du købte omtalte single da den udkom i 1975!!!

Spøg til side. Kan kun tilslutte mig dine ord. Vender selv ofte og tit tilbage til Datapanik-ep'n og Modern Dance-albummet.


30 seconds over Tokyo.

Flew off early in the haze of dawn
in a metal dragon locked in time,
skimming waves of an underground sea
in some kind of a dream world fantasy

Sun a hot circle on a canopy,
'25 a racing blot on a bright green sea
Ahead the dim blur of an alien land,
time to give ourselves to strange gods' hands

Dark flak spiders bursting in the sky,
reaching twisted claws on every side
No place to run,
no place to hide,
no turning back on a suicide ride

Toy city streets crawling through my sights,
sprouting clumps of mushrooms like a world surreal
This dream won't ever seem to end,
and time seems like it'll never begin
30 seconds,
and a one way ride
30 seconds,
and no place to hide
30 seconds over Tokyo

Anonym sagde ...

Vi da osse lige ha dem her 2:


Heart of darkness.

Maybe you see further than I can see,
or maybe things just look differently
Maybe I'm nothing but a shadow on the wall
Maybe love's a tomb where you dance at night
Maybe sanctuary is an electric light
I get so tired it's like I'm another man,
and everything I see seems so underhanded
I don't see anything that I want,
and I don't see anything that I want

Image, object, & illusion
go down to the corner
where none of the faces fit a human form,
where nothing I see there isn't deformed,
where in a secret lab works a Doctor Moreau,
and no private eye's gotta tell me it's a long goodbye
I get so tired it's like I'm another man,
and everything I see seems so underhanded
I don't see anything that I want,
and I don't see anything that I want
Looking into the heart of darkness

Writers:
Herman-Krauss-Laughner-Thomas-Wright
©1978 EMI Music (ROW),
Bug Music (US/Can)
Lyrics by David Thomas


Final solution.

The girls won't touch me cause I got a misdirection,
and livin at night isn't helpin my complexion
The signs all say it's a social infection
A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection

Mom threw me out til I get some pants that fit
She just don't approve of my strange kind of wit
I get so excited I always gotta lose it,
then they pack me off & make me take the cure
But I don't need a cure,
don't need a cure
don't need a cure,
need a final solution

Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction
Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction
It seems I'm the victim of natural selection,
or maybe just another slide in another direction
I don't need a cure,
don't need a cure
don't need a cure,
need a final solution

Solution!

Writers:
Thomas-Bell-Pere Ubu
©1978 EMI Music (ROW),
Bug Music (US/Can)
Lyrics by David Thomas