È finalmente uscito “Cowboy Carter“, il nuovo e attesissimo disco di Beyonce.
Esclusi Dolly Parton e Willie Nelson, nel disco, che è una sorta di sequel di Renaissance, uscito nel 2022, ci sono 26 tracce. Oltre ai singoli già pubblicati 16 Carriages e Texas Hold ‘Em, che ha conquistato la Billboard Hot 100, il post presenta anche i seguenti titoli: Ameriican Requiem, Blackbiird, Protector, My Rose, Bodyguard, Daughter, Spaghettii, Alliigator Tears, Smoke Hour II, Just for Fun, II Most Wanted, Levii’s Jeans, Flamenco, Ya Ya, Oh Louisiana, Desert Eagle, Riiverdance, Tyrant, II Hands II Heaven, Sweet Honey Buckin’ e Amen.
Nel brano “Daughter”, la cantante esegue un pezzo lirico italiano. Si tratta di Caro Mio Ben, composizione del ‘700, che è un classico dell’opera. La breve aria da camera in passato è stata riadattata anche da Sting, mentre nel nostro paese sono celebri le versioni cantate da Luciano Pavarotti e da Mina.
Il testo di Daughter:
Your bloodstains on my custom coutures
Bathroom attendant let me right in
She was a big fan
I really tried to stay cool
But your arrogance disturbed my solitude
Now I ripped your dress and you’re all black and blue
Look what you made me doThey keep sayin’ that I ain’t nothin’ like my father
But I’m the furthest thing from choir boys and altars
If you cross me, I’m just like my father
I am colder than Titanic waterHelp me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head
They ain’t ever been safe ones
I don’t fellowship with these fakе ones
So let’s travel to whitе chapels and sing hymns
Hold rosaries, and sing in stained glass symphonies
Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair
I sashayed my dress
Did my best impression of a damsel in distress
This alcohol and smell of regret
Allured my catch
Outfit too small to hide my scars
Feelin’ bottled up like bottle service broads
How long can he hold his breath
Before his death?
Credimi almen
Senza di te
Languisce il cor
Il tuo fedel
Sospira ognor
Cessa, crudel
Tanto rigor
Ooh, oohHelp me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head
They ain’t ever been safe ones
I don’t fellowship with these fake ones
So let’s travel to white chapels and sing hymns
Hold rosary, sing in stained glass symphonies
Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hairSay I’m nothin’ like my father
But I’m the furthest thing from choir boys and altars
Double cross me, I’m just like my father
I am colder than Titanic water