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AC/DC
« Stiff Upper Lip »
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| 1 | Stiff Upper Lip – 3:34
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| | 2 | Meltdown – 3:42
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| | 3 | House of Jazz – 3:56
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| | 4 | Hold Me Back – 3:59
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| | 5 | Safe in New York City – 4:00
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| | 6 | Can't Stand Still – 3:41
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| | 7 | Can't Stop Rock 'n' Roll – 4:02
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| | 8 | Satellite Blues – 3:47
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| | 9 | Damned – 3:52
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| | 10 | Come and Get It – 4:03
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| | 11 | All Screwed Up – 4:36
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| | 12 | Give It Up – 3:53 |
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Brian Johnson - Vocals
Angus Young - Lead guitar
Malcolm Young - Rhythm guitar
Cliff Williams - Bass guitar
Phil Rudd - Drums |
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All songs by Angus Young and Malcolm Young
Produced by George Young
Originally released in February 2000
Available worldwide |
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| STIFF UPPER LIP
(Young - Young)
Well I was out on a drive
On a bit of a trip
Lookin’ for thrills
To get me some kicks
Now I warn you ladies
I shoot from the hip
I was born with a stiff
Stiff upper lip
Like a dog in a howl
I bite everything
And I’m big and I’m drawl
And I’ll ball  |
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Собственно продолжение сгибания линии Ballbreaker'a, но на удивление намного жестче. Гитары не так попсово звучат практически во всех вещах, соло на том же уровне, ударные, конечно, легки, но тоже общей атмосферы не портят, вокал уже дедушки Брайана действительно звучит по-старчески. В любом случае, уходить надо красиво, наверное, так оно и получилось. |
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Прошло пять лет с момента выпуска "яйцекрушителя", но для AC/DC словно этого времени и не было - они будто застыли в том далеком 1995 году. Хотя нет, не застыли. Стали более блюзовыми, что ли, медленней, но отнюдь не мелодичней. А когда я услышал первые мотивы заглавной песни, то подумал, что ошибся и схватил в руки диск с ZZ Top. "La Grange" какой-то. Но нет, голос Брайана Джонсона, ставший уже родным за эти годы, доказал обратное.
В целом альбом продолжает ритмическую структуру предшественника, но слушается не так легко. Слишком много натужности и искусственности в треках, словно щипцами из себя вытягивали. Произведение получилось более тяжелым по сравнению с "Ballbreaker", но драйва это не добавляет и не доставляет, а с тем же "The Razors Edge" и сравнивать не стоит - абсолютно разные творения. Куда-то пропали и "барная" простота 95-го года, и монументальность 90-го, и шедевральность 70-80-х. Осталось блеклая пародия на самих себя.
"Ну вот и конец" - думалось, видимо, поклонникам команды 14 лет назад. А у меня создалось ощущение, что последняя песня австралийцев еще не спета - смогут еще, выдадут на-гора. И годы показали, что крест на них ставить не стоило.
Стоит ли слушать? Если вы поклонник творчества, то почему бы и нет. В противном случае, пройдя мимо, многого не потеряете. |
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( 1 )
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Now listen
Well I’m workin’ it out
And I’ve done everything
And I can’t reform no
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip, yeah
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot from the hip
Well I’m out on the prowl
And I’ll ball your thing
I got the teeth that’ll bite you
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot shoot shoot from the hip
I got a (stiff upper lip)
Better believe me (stiff upper lip)
Comin' down (stiff upper lip)
See my (Stiff upper lip)
Yeah I got a (stiff upper lip)
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
MELTDOWN
(Young - Young)
I look at my watch to find out the right time of the day
I look at her libido hey hey hey
I gotta get up and climb her, to roll her on the hay
Makin’ a sweat, temperature rise all through the day
Man it’s getting hot hot hot
I said man it’s getting hot hot hot
It’s getting hotter and hotter
Man it’s getting hot hot
Getting hot around here
It’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown
I got a feelin’ in my bones
I been rackin’ my brains out all night long
Stokin’ up the fire take it right up to the wire
Burnin’ on and on’ burnin’ on
Man it’s getting hot hot hot
I said man it’s getting hot hot hot
It’s getting hotter and hotter
Man it’s getting hot hot
Getting hot around here
It’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown
Meltdown
Man it’s getting hot hot hot
I said man it’s getting hot hot hot
It’s getting hotter and hotter
And hotter and hotter
It’s a meltdown, it’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown, it’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown, gonna burn, it’s a meltdown
I said burn down
It's a meltdown, meltdown, meltdown
It's a meltdown, it's a meltdown
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
HOUSE OF JAZZ
(Young - Young)
Humdinger
Bell ringer
Got a nasty stinger
To slow you down
Mud slinger
Gold digger
Who point the finger
And do you down
Kickin' and a fightin' on a TV show
Lightin' blindin' in the middle of the road
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz, yes
Ball stripper
Big tipper
Got a slap 'n' tickler
To make you growl
A spitin' and bitin' on a TV show
Tightenin' frightenin' givin' out a load
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Come on in
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
The house of jazz
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
HOLD ME BACK
(Young - Young)
I got a big fat Cadillac built for you
I got a honk that'll blow the avenue
Got a hot dog kickin' all bend my thing
Got a a sugar looking woman with a bald headed man
Give me five o here boy, that's what I'll do
Got a big fat momma who can hold a tune
Gotta slip that bone in hard and mean
A honky tonk woman get the best of me
Can't hold me back
Can't hold me back
Can't hold me back
Get a heart attack
Can't hold me back
Got a honky tonk big ball hit to thrill
I got a sugar boot money baby that'll kill
A honky tonk 15 golden mile
Gotta bald headed woman loaded in the town
You can get me to the ball man, drivin' in
And don't balk the kill, call in the 'ville
You gotta map the wrong town, hit the road
You got the whole boppa movin' on down the road
Can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You get a heart attack
Can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You get a heart attack
Can't hold me back
You can't hold me back, you can't hold me back
You can't hold me back, you can't hold me back
Can't hold me back, you can't hold me back
You can't hold me back, you get a heart attack
Can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
Can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
Can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
SAFE IN NEW YORK CITY
(Young - Young)
Hello baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You don't need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and I'll make you obscene
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
All over the city and down to the dives
Don't mess with this place it'll eat you alive
Got lip smackin' honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma' ready to slam
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
Movin' all over like a jumpin' bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin' your way now you may be in luck
Don't you fret boy she's ready to buck
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
New York, New York, New York
I feel safe in a cage in New York City
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
CAN'T STAND STILL
(Young - Young)
When I see a pretty woman
You know it gives me a thrill
And she's a tailor made to order
You know I can't stand still
And you won't need a doctor
'Cause it'll cure all ills
And when I hear a noisy party
You know it gives me a chill
It gets me rockin' and a rollin'
And I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still, oh yeah
When it comes to sippin' honey
You know I drink my fill
And I'll be dancin' on the water
You know I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still, oh yeah
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
Baby I can't stand still
I just can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't
You know I can't stand still
Thank you lads, thank you lads, thank you
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
CAN'T STOP ROCK 'N' ROLL
(Young - Young)
Don't you give me no line
Better run if you can
Just like a thorn in the side
So don't give me no
Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no lies
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
Don't you play me no jive
A bit of fun on the side
Too much crap make you blind
So don't give me no
Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no lines
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
I said, ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
Listen everybody say
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
I said you can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
SATELLITE BLUES
(Young - Young)
She makes the place a jumpin'
The way she moves around
She like a rump and rollin'
That's when she get it out
And when she start a rockin'
She bring me to the boil
She like to give it out some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
A picture clear for watchin'
The dish is runnin' hot
The box is set for pumpin'
She gonna take the lot
The way she get the butt in
She's gettin' set to ball
I like to chew it up some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues), yeah yeah
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
Can't get nothin' on the dial
The frigin' thing gone wild
All I get's the dumbed down news
New satellite blues
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
I got the satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
This thing's nothing but a load of crap
I'm gonna send it right back
You can stick it where it hurts...
Mac!
I got the satellite blues
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
DAMNED
(Young - Young)
Don't smoke don't fight don't light no cigarettes
Or else you'll wind up in the can
No jokes no rights sit tight don't fool around
You are a guest of Uncle Sam
Stand up look right don't slouch and stand at ease
Allow no sex above the knees
When I snap you jump into the master plan
I'll be damned
Well I'll be damned
I'll be damned if I drink or smoke
Damned if I steal your joke
I'll be damned if I go for broke
Damned if I do
Damned if I don't
Don't talk don't fool don't try to mess around
I'll make a monkey outta you
You sign your name right on that dotted line boy
I'll be damned
I'll be damned if I drink or smoke
Damned if I steal your joke
I'll be damned if I go for broke
Damned if I do
And damned if I don't, yeah
Come on
I'll be damned if I drink or smoke
Damned if I steal your joke
I'll be damned if I go for broke
I'm damned if I do
I'm damned if I don't
I'll be damned if I drink or smoke
Damned if I steal your joke
I'll be damned if I go for broke
I'm damned if I do
I'm damned if I don't
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
COME AND GET IT
(Young - Young)
Picking up the sleaze in my car
Hell no distance too far
Burning down the road in the night
Don't you scold me or I'll bite
These are the finer things in life
Don't think you live in paradise
I've got my filly wrapped in red
Upon my double decker bed
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it
Suckin' up the juice in the bar
Downin' every shooter so far
Checkin' out the girls what a sight
If you gonna blow me do it right
These are the finer things in life
Don't think you live in paradise
I've got my filly wrapped in red
Upon my double decker bed
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it
Come and get it
Said if you want it come and get it
If you want it come and get it, yeah
Now listen (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
I said If you want it (come and get it)
If you want it (come and get it)
If you want it
If you want it
If you want it come and get it
Come and get it right here
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
ALL SCREWED UP
(Young - Young)
Get ready
You think your kinda tough
You're walkin' kinda rough
When you want any more
You go fast wo' wo' wo'
Things go tough
And you strut your stuff
And I want your thing
Then you're out of luck
Yes you are
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
Take you out to kick some butt
Work you over screw you nuts
And when you can't take no more
Then she push you out that door
And things go hard
Like a dog gone mad
She can pack some punch
Then you're out to lunch, back at one
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up
Cant' tell I'm comin'
All screwed up, yeah
I said it's all screwed up
All screwed up, yeah
Said you're all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up, yes it is
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
Screwed up
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up
Said you think you got some balls
But you're always out to lunch
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up, yes it is
All screwed up
It's all screwed up, yeah
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.
GIVE IT UP
(Young - Young)
Oh yeah
Well there be no words of fighting around here
'Cause nothin' don't matter 'cause it ain't clear
Well it could be on a Monday
Or it could be even Sunday
So if you can't stand the distance
You better disappear
Do I make myself clear
I'm ready to rock I'm gonna rip it
Ready to rock yeah I'm gonna stick it
Give it up give it out
Whip it up all about
Stick it up shout it loud
Come on, give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up, yeah
Well there's a big storm a howlin' around here
And there be no wine no sinnin' and no beer
I'm gonna aim to fire a rocket
There ain't no damn way to stop it
I got a sure fire bullet
To get you outta here
I said do I make myself clear
I'm ready to rock yeah I'm gonna rip it
Ready to rock yeah I'm gonna stick it
Give it up give it out
I said whip it up all about
You gotta stick it up shout it loud
Come on, give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
I'm going crazy on a wild man's night
Take your pick of anything you like
Give it up
Give it up
I'm sitting pretty on the ready to bite
She givin' up a bit of cream delight
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up give it out
Whip it up all about
You gotta stick it up shout it loud
Give it up all around (givin' it up)
Give it up, give it up, give it up (givin' it up)
Whippin' it in, whippin' it out (givin' it up)
Stick it up, stick it up, stick 'em down (givin' it up)
Give it up all around
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Givin' it up, stickin' it up
Givin' it up, givin' it up
Give it up
Do I make myself clear?
© 2000, J. Albert & Son, Pty.