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Powderfinger

"Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river" 

Just an agreement in G major and the first verse comes. As the current of a river, causing a small landslide that the banks will become a landslide. As the projectile that is about to see and can not stop. starts like that, and you understand immediately how it will end: m ale.
Bell'intuito, storyteller with his nasal voice is telling you it is not clear that the boat to deliver mail, the dyeing clothes or fresh bread.

" I think you'd better call John 'cause it do not look like they're here to deliver "

And apart from a guitar riff. A simple chorus that seems to come from ; mazurchetta some of the parties in the fields. Powderfinger is a simple piece of voice and guitar is so beautiful : verse and riff, and verse riff, and bridge to the solo. ; Young is Canadian and in his music, there are meadows, lakes, moors and meadows, and perhaps that is why we really like mice. down is natural, flowing like a river. It 's a story that will end badly but in the meantime it makes you feel good, there is a deep sense of serenity in this country and western classic story of a young man who dies.

"Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains
Big John's been drinking since the river Took Emmy-Lou "

In the second part of the verse is in a minor key, in minor for the accuracy, which is a key to beautiful and sad. The boy did not a name, and in this way it becomes a bit 'all of us, when we have twenty years. And the good Neil here makes us a half-carnage: Emmy-Lou if the outlet is the river, Big John is an alcoholic, his father is gone and the boy when he saw the boat has seen fit to call his mother. Although we understand that you will not be able to help and just to let her see her son dying, poor thing. Incidentally tells you in advance, no surprises, as in any tragedy worthy of respect. We are professionals, works like this since the times of ancient Greeks: you know very well how it will end and you turn the pages to get there. Powderfinger is waiting of what is inevitably going to happen.

"And I just Turned twenty-two, I was wonderin 'what to do

They Got And the closer, the more Those feelings Grew."

The solo seems to stop time, stop the river flowing inexorably and brings the boat closer. It 's a theme so beautiful that it distracts us. In the end we all want to distract us from what is going to happen, pretend that it will not happen even though we know that must happen. E ' the last interval, the last moment of happiness then the bell rings, the usual riff falls has been made and those yet piuù neighbors, they're coming along the river down there.

"when the first shot hit the docks I saw it comin '

Raised my rifle to my eye, never stopped to wonder why.

Then I saw black and my face splashed in the sky .

He tells m to died, said to be dead, a precise description of every detail like a scene in slow motion, a long sequence shot where he raises the gun, the camera follows the viewfinder up to the boat on the river, the boat shoot the camera back with the bullet, and precedes it back to him sees him coming and understand ...

The solo returns, he knows he wet the river, the smell of burnt gunpowder. And 'the silence that fell hours on deck and is the wind passing through the reeds and tall grass in the meadows. The camera rises like a soul rising to heaven. And he prays, asks forgiveness for himself, for his unconsciousness and demand shelter and protection.

"Shelter me from the powder and the finger"

asked for mercy for all he has done and especially for what they could not do. C ome an epitaph engraved on the wooden edge of a knife, a stone that probably will never have.

"Think of me as one you'd never figured Would fade away so young "

The riff is time trunk and it is no coincidence. The song ends the mprovvisa. Like this


Powderfinger is a tragic story, one that the storyteller border like tell. And ' an epic piece, the guitar spends all his time on the four agreements , and a maximum of five bass, drums and rhythm guitar accompaniment are right for them. The riff is one of the simplest of all the history of rock, I know I almost do, and the excitement is all built into the text. In a few sentences flow a lifetime, a frontier world that no longer exists, stop at the exact in which they are going.


When Neil Young wrote in '75 was a young Canadian singer with long hair that looked like the sticker dell'hippy back with the guitar stuck behind Dyane and two horses in the early '80s (and in fact he, too, the adhesive, now belonged to a world that it was ending). She wrote for the next album of Lynyrd Skynyrd and sent to his friend Ronnie Van Zandt in September. And Ronnie wanted to do his: Ronnie not recorded because it never crashed plane a month later, in October of 1975 quell'ormai away.


bad for Ronnie, because Powderfinger was a masterpiece. In fact go down in history two years later when Neil will put in a hard era - Rust Never Sleep -, tour will start in with Crazy Horse's and will make an immortal classic. Enjoy.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMvjfBdeiKw&NR=1