Jeff Ament new solo album (While my Heart Beats)

Secondo disco solista di Jeff Ament, dopo “Tone” del 2008, inciso insieme ad amici come Richard Stuverud (Fastbacks, Three Fish, Trs Mts.), il cantautore Joseph Arthur e Mike McCready e Matt Cameron della sua band madre, i Pearl Jam.

Nel pezzo “When The Fire Comes”, distribuito come singolo ai partecipanti al PJ20 ad Alpine Valley, ci sono anche Mike McCready e Matt Cameron. L’intero disco è stato registrato nel Montana grazie all’aiuto di Brett Eliason.

Il disco è disponibile unicamente sul sito ufficiale dei Pearl Jam in vinile, CD e come digital release. L’artwork del disco è stato curato dall’artista Don Pendleto, amico di Jeff Ament.

01 Ulcers & The Apocalypse
02 When The Fire Comes
03 War In Your Eyes
04 While My Heart Beats
05 Shout And Repeat
06 Give It a Name
07 The Answers
08 Time To Pay
09 Take My Hand
10 Down To Sleep
11 Never Forget

27 Giugno 1995

La Warner Bros/Reprise Records pubblica il disco inciso in collaborazione tra Neil Young e i Pearl Jam, Mirror Ball. Per motivi contrattuali la scritta Pearl Jam non appare nè in copertina, nè nelle note interne. I membri del gruppo sono indicati semplicemente per nome.

Michele Anthony: Ai tempi i Pearl Jam non avevano un artista che facesse loro da fratello maggiore, guidandoli in quel marasma. Neil Young ha assunto quel ruolo. Un giorno Kelly mi chiama: “Grande notizia!! Neil vuole fare un disco con la band!!” E io: “Ottimo!!” Ma aggiunge:” Deve uscire per la Warner.” Ero abituata a ricevere telefonate di quel tenore da parte di Kelly. Sono felice di dire che abbiamo trovato una soluzione tutte le volte.

(Kelly è riferito a Kelly Curtis, manager del gruppo)

I’m an accident
I was driving way too fast
Couldn’t stop though
So I let the moment last
I’m for rollin’
I’m for tossin’ in my sleep
It’s not guilt though
It’s not the company I keep

People my age
They don’t do the things I do
They go somehwere
While I run away with you
I got my friends
And I got my children too
I got her love
She’s got my love too

I can’t hear you
But I feel the things you say
I can’t see you
But I see what’s in my way
Now I’m floatin’
Cause I’m not tied
to the ground
Words I’ve spoken
Seem to leave a hollow sound

On the long plain
See the rider in the night
See the chieftain
See the braves
in cool moonlight
Who will love them
When they take another life
Who will hold them
When they tremble
for the knife

Voicemail numbers
On an old computer screen
Rows of lovers
Parked forever in a dream
Screaming sirens
Echoing across the bay
To the old boats
From the city far away

Homeless heroes
Walk the streets
of their hometown
Rows of zeros
On a field
that’s turning brown
They play baseball
They play football
under lights
They play card games
And we watch them every night

Need distraction
Need romance and candlelight
Need random violence
Need entertainment tonight
Need the evidence
Want the testimony of
Expert witnesses
On the brutal crimes of love

I was too tired
To see the news
when I got home
Pulled the curtain
Fell into bed alone
Started dreaming
Saw the rider once again
In the doorway
Where she stood
and watched for him
Watched for him

I’m not present
I’m a drug
that makes you dream
I’m an aerostar
I’m a cutlass supreme
In the wrong lane
Trying to turn
against the flow
I’m the ocean
I’m the giant undertow

I’m the ocean
I’m the ocean
I’m the giant undertow
I’m the ocean
I’m the giant undertow
I’m the ocean
I’m the ocean
I’m the ocean
I’m the ocean
I’m the ocean
I’m the ocean

27 Giugno 1992

Mentre TEN  è stabile nei primi dieci posti della classifica Billboard 200, l’album dei Temple of the dog debutta al numero 181 quattordici mesi dopo la pubblicazione. Tre settimane dopo, Hunger strike entrerà nella classifica Modern Rock al numero 24.

I don’t mind stealing bread from the mouths of decadence
But I can’t feed on the powerless when my cup’s already overfilled
But it’s on the table
The fire is cooking and they’re farming babies, while the slaves are working
The blood is on the table and their mouths are chocking
But I’m growing hungry
I don’t mind stealing bread from the mouths of decadence
But I can’t feed on the powerless when my cup’s already overfilled
But it’s on the table
The fire is cooking and they’re farming babies, while the slaves are working
And it’s on the table, their mouths are chocking
But I’m growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I’m growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I’m growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I’m growing hungry (Growing hungry)

I’m growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I’m growing hungry (Growing hungry)

I don’t mind stealing bread (I don’t mind)
I don’t mind stealing bread
I’m growing hungry (Growing hungry)
I’m growing hungry (Growing hungry)