Funhouse (Дом Кайфа)
The Stooges
℗ 1969 Sundazed Music LP 5150
℗ 1991 АнТроп-студио П91 00115
The Stooges' first album was produced by a classically trained composer; their second was supervised by the former keyboard player with the Kingsmen, and if that didn't make all the difference, it at least indicates why Fun House was a step in the right direction. Producer Don Gallucci took the approach that the Stooges were a powerhouse live band, and their best bet was to recreate the band's live set with as little fuss as possible. As a result, the production on Fun House bears some resemblance to the Kingsmen's version of "Louie Louie" — the sound is smeary and bleeds all over the place, but it packs the low-tech wallop of a concert pumped through a big PA, bursting with energy and immediacy. The Stooges were also a much stronger band this time out; Ron Asheton's blazing minimalist guitar gained little in the way of technique since The Stooges, but his confidence had grown by a quantum leap as he summoned forth the sounds that would make him the hero of proto-punk guitarists everywhere, and the brutal pound of drummer Scott Asheton and bassist Dave Alexander had grown to Heavyweight Champion status. And Fun House is where Iggy Pop's mad genius first reached its full flower; what was a sneer on the band's debut had grown into the roar of a caged animal desperate for release, and his primal-scream rants were far more passionate and compelling than what he had served up before. The Stooges may have had more "hits," but Fun House has stronger songs, including the garage raver to end all garage ravers in "Loose," the primal scream of "1970," and the apocalyptic anarchy of "L.A. Blues." Fun House is the ideal document of the Stooges at their raw, sweaty, howling peak. — Mark Deming. |
- 1. Down on the Street [03:42]
- 2. Loose [03:33]
- 3. T.V. Eye [04:17]
- 4. Dirt [06:59]
- 5. 1970 [05:14]
- 6. Funhouse [07:45]
- 7. L.A. Blues [04:52]
Тексты:
Down on the Street
Huh! Down on the street With a basic shine Floatin' around on A real low mind I see a pretty thing In a wall I see a pretty thing In a wall In a wall In a wall In a wall Uuh! Yeah, deep in the night I'm lost in love Yeah, deep in the night I'm lost in love Thousand eyes lives Look at you Thousand eyes lives Look at you Come on come on come on Yeah! Come on come on come on come on Huh! This is shine Real low mind Real low mind I'm real low mind Real low mind
Loose
Now look out I took a record of pretty music I went down and baby you can tell I took a record of pretty music Now I'm putting it to you straight from hell I'll stick it deep inside I'll stick it deep inside Cause I'm loose I feel fine to be dancin', baby I feel fine, I'm a shakin' leaf I feel fine to be dancin', baby Cause it's love, yeah I do believe I'll stick it deep inside I'll stick it deep inside Cause I'm loose And I'll stick it deep inside And I'll stick it hey Well I'm loose, well I'm loose Well I'm loose
T.V. Eye
Lord See that cat Yeah I do mean you See that cat Yeah I do mean you She got a TV eye on me She got a TV eye She got a TV eye on me, oh See that cat Down on her back See that cat Down on her back She got a TV eye on me She got a TV eye She got a TV eye on me, oh See that cat Yeah I love her so see that cat Yeah I love her so She got a TV eye on me She got a TV eye She got a TV eye on me, oh Right on, right on, right on See that cat Yeah I love her so see that cat Yeah I love her so She got a TV eye on me She got a TV eye She got a TV eye on me, oh
Dirt
Ooh, I been dirt And I don't care Ooh, I been dirt And I don't care ‘Cause I’m burning inside I'm just a yearning inside And I'm the fire o' life Ooh, I've been hurt And I don't care Ooh, I've been hurt And I don't care ‘Cause I’m burning inside I'm just a dreaming this life And do you feel it? Said do you feel it when you touch me? Said do you feel it when you touch me? There's a fire Well, it’s a fire It was just a burning Yeah, alright Ooh! Burning inside Burning Just a dreaming Just a dreaming It was just a dreaming It was just a dreaming Play it for me, babe, with love !
1970
Out of my mind on Saturday night 1970 rollin' in sight Radio burnin' up above Beautiful baby, feed my love All night till I blow away All night till I blow away I feel alright, I feel alright Baby oh baby, burn my heart Baby oh baby, burn my heart Fall apart baby, fall apart Baby oh baby, burn my heart All night till I blow away All night till I blow away I feel alright I feel alright
Funhouse
Come on stay I feel alright Yeah I feel alright Het him In Het him In Hey bring It down I'm calling from the fun house with my song We have been separated baby far to long Calling all you women do many things Shining in your cradle calling be my race Hold me tight I'm calling from the funhouse Hold me tight I'm calling from the funhouse Yes yeah I came to play and I need to play with you Yeah I came to play All right, let me in, take it down I feel alright, take it down Little baby girly little baby boy Cover me with loving in a bundle of joy Do I care to show you what I'm believing of Do I care to whop you'll with my love After I let old my god know just what I mind Living In this vision in a certain sane Hold me tight calling from the funhouse Hold me tight calling from the funhouse Came to play, came to play Stay, hey hey you In one more time Down take it down take it down Been separated Been separated Too long Alright alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright Alright alright alright alright To play Funhouse boy will steal my way Funhouse boy will steal my way Yeah came to play Play came to play Came to play baby Play came to play