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Beyoncè: la potenza e la rabbia di “Black parade”

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4 anni fa

30 Giugno 2020

Negli Stati Uniti nessuno si tiene le cose per se. Ed è forse questa la differenza più grande con la nostra industria discografica: da noi sono pochi gli artisti che si prendono la briga di schierarsi sia politicamente (ma a volte anche eticamente) da una parte o da un’altra. Negli States non è così. E la morte assurda, terrificante, irragionevole di George Floyd ha sollevato una vera e propria tempesta d’ira, che ha visto coinvolti i personaggi di maggior rilievo, soprattutto musicali. Non è infatti un caso che Alicia Keys abbia pubblicato un brano ad hoc intitolato “Perfect Way to die” (“Un modo perfetto per morire”), né che Beyoncé, a sorpresa, abbia rilasciato il 19 giugno 2020 per Parkwood Entertainmentt “Black parade“.

Il pezzo, venuto alla luce proprio per il Juneteenth Day ( la festa che celebra il rilascio degli schiavi neri), potrebbe riassumersi in una sola parola: potenza, espressa tramite un beat d’impatto fortemente hip hop che si sposa con le parole taglienti della cantante, che porta in alto l’orgoglio nero, urlando il rispetto per i propri diritti ottenuti dopo anni di battaglia, che in fondo sono diritti di tutti noi. Nessuna distinzione.

Mitragliate che arrivano dritto al cuore per 4:41, che saranno ricordate per sempre. Perché ciò che è successo quel giorno a Minneapolis, purtroppo, è una ferita che non si potrà mai rimarginare. Ma si potrà combattere. Con la forza della musica.

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TESTO

I’m goin’ back to the South
I’m goin’ back, back, back, back
Where my roots ain’t watered down
Growin’, growin’ like a Baobab tree
Of life on fertile ground, ancestors put me on game
Ankh charm on gold chains, with my Oshun energy, oh
Drip all on me, woo, Ankh or the Dashiki print
Hol’ up, don’t I smell like such a nag champa incense?
Yeah, pure ice (Ice), ice (Ice), buss down
Uh, flooded (Flooded), flooded (Flooded), on my wrist, out
Ooh, goin’ up, goin’ up, motherland, motherland drip on me
Ooh, melanin, melanin, my drip is skin deep, like
Ooh, motherland, motherland, motherland, motherland drip on me
Ooh, yeah, I can’t forget my history is her-story, yeah
Being black, maybe that’s the reason why
They always mad, yeah, they always mad, yeah
Been past ‘em, I know that’s the reason why
They all big mad and they always have been

Honey, come around my way, around my hive
Whenever mama say so, mama say
Here I come on my throne, sittin’ high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade
Talkin’ slick to my folk (My folk), nip that lip like lipo (Lipo)
You hear them swarmin’, right? Bees is known to bite
Now here we come on our thrones, sittin’ high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade

Yeah, yeah, I’m for us, all black
All chrome (Yeah), black-owned (Yeah)
Black tints (Yeah), matte black (Yeah, yeah)
Roll by, my window down, let ‘em see who in it
Crack a big smile (Ding)
Go figure, me and Jigga, fifty ‘leven children
They like, “Chick, how?”
I charge my crystals in a full moon
You could send them missiles, I’ma send my goons
Baby sister reppin’ Yemaya (Yemaya)
Trust me, they gon’ need an army (Ah)
Rubber bullets bouncin’ off me (Ah)
Made a picket sign off your picket fence (Ah)
Take it as a warning (Ah, ah)
Waist beads from Yoruba (Woo)
Four hunnid billi’, Mansa Musa (Woo)
Stroll line to the barbeque
Put us any-damn-where, we gon’ make it look cute
Pandemic fly on the runway, in my hazmat
Judgin’, runnin’ through the house to my art, all black
Ancestors on the wall, let the ghosts chit-chat
(Ancestors on the wall, let the ghosts chit-chat)
Hold my hands, we gon’ pray together
Lay down, face down in the gravel
Woo, wearin’ all attire white to the funeral
Black love, we gon’ stay together
Curtis Mayfield on the speaker (Woo)
Lil’ Malcolm, Martin mixed with mama Tina (Woo)
Need another march, lemme call Tamika (Woo)
Need peace and reparation for my people (Woo)
Fuck these laid edges, I’ma let it shrivel up (Shrivel up)
Fuck this fade and waves, I’ma let it dread all up (Dread all up)
Put your fists up in the air, show black love (Show black love)
Motherland drip on me, motherland, motherland drip on me

Honey, come around my way, around my hive
Whenever mama say so, mama say
Here I come on my throne, sittin’ high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade
Talkin’ slick to my folk (My folk), nip that lip like lipo (Lipo)
Hear ‘em swarmin’, right? (Zz) Bees is known to bite (Zz, zz)
Now here we come on our thrones, sittin’ high
Follow my parade, oh, my parade

We got rhythm (We got rhythm), we got pride (We got pride)
We birth kings (We birth kings), we birth tribes (We birth tribes)
Holy river (Holy river), holy tongue (Holy tongue)
Speak the glory (Speak the glory), feel the love (Feel the love)
Motherland, motherland drip on me, hey, hey, hey
Motherland, motherland drip on me, hey, hey, hey
I can’t forget my history, it’s her-story
Motherland drip on me, motherland, motherland drip on me

Honey, come around my way, around my hive (My)
Whenever mama say so (Hey), mama say (Hey, hey)
Here I come on my throne, sittin’ high (High)
Follow my parade, oh, my parade (Hey, hey, hey)
Talkin’ slick to my folk (My folk), nip that lip like lipo (Lipo)
Hear ‘em swarmin’, right? (Zz) Bees is known to bite (Zz, zz)
Now here we come on our thrones, sittin’ high
Follow my parade, oh, black parade