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Audioslave: Revelations

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Label: Sony BMG Music Entertainement
Released: 2006.09.05
Time:
 48:28
Category: Hard Rock
Producer(s): Brendan O'Brien
Rating: ****...... (4/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.audioslave.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2008.04.12
Price in €: 9,99



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[1] Revelations (Audioslave/Ch.Cornell) - 4:12
[2] One and the Same (Audioslave/Ch.Cornell) - 3:38
[3] Sound of a Gun (Audioslave/Ch.Cornell) - 4:20
[4] Until We Fall (Audioslave/Ch.Cornell) - 3:50
[5] Original Fire (Audioslave/Ch.Cornell) - 3:38
[6] Broken City (Audioslave/Ch.Cornell) - 3:48
[7] Somedays (Audioslave/Ch.Cornell) - 3:33
[8] Shape of Things to Come (Audioslave/Ch.Cornell) - 4:34
[9] Jewel of the Summertime (Audioslave/Ch.Cornell) - 3:53
[10] Wide Awake (Audioslave/Ch.Cornell) - 4:26
[11] Nothing Left to Say But Goodbye (Audioslave/Ch.Cornell) - 3:32
[12] Moth (Audioslave/Ch.Cornell) - 4:57

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Chris Cornell - Vocals
Tom Morello - Guitar
Tim Commerford - Bass
Brad Wilk - Drums

Brendan O'Brien - Producer
Billy Bowers - Engineer
Nick DiDia - Engineer
Bob Ludwig - Mastering
Pete Lewis - Band Technician
Bobby Schneck - Band Technician
Matt Serrechio - Assistant
Tom Syrowski - Assistant
P.R. Brown - Cover Art
Danny Clinch - Photography
Brandy Flower - Art Direction


 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s

2006 CD Epic/Interscope 82796 97728 2
2007 LP Sony 97728

'Revelations' is the third studio album by Audioslave. Guitarist Tom Morello described the sound as "Earth Wind & Fire meets Led Zeppelin" and "a big hard rock record with a funkybottom". The album experiments with songs that are funky, soulful and anthemic, and it all adds up to a powerhouse rockrecord. The band recorded 'Revelations' at Henson Studios in Los Angeles with producer Brendan O'Brien.



"This album is a big hard rock record with a funky bottom. If you want your ass kicked, you've come to the right place. And you may have the opportunity to shake that ass too."

Tom Morello - Audioslave



Die US-Band Audioslave veröffentlicht mit "Revelations" ihr drittes Studioalbum. Das Quartett Chris Cornell (Gesang, ehem. Soundgarden) Tom Morello (Gitarre), Tim Commerford (Bass) und Brad Wilk (Drums, alle Ex-Rage Against The Machine) hatten vor vier Jahren mit ihrem selbst betitelten Debütalbum sofort die Top 40 der deutschen Charts erreicht. Das neue Album, von Brendan O'Brien (Bruce Spingsteen, Pearl Jam u.a.) produziert, ist nach Aussagen der Band musikalisch von Oldschool-R&B und -Soul beeinflusst. Gitarrist Tom Morello bezeichnete den Longplayer jüngst als "big hard rock record with a funky bottom", dessen Songs gleichsam Erinnerungen an Led Zepellin und Earth, Wind & Fire wecken. Die Aufnahmen fanden in den Henson Studios in Los Angeles statt. Grammy-Preisträger O'Brien hatte bereits das Vorgängeralbum Out Of Exile" und die DVD Live In Cuba" für die Band abgemischt. Doch die gemeinsame Geschichte geht noch weiter zurück: So hatte Brendan O'Brien sowohl u.a. die Rage Against The Machine Alben "Evil Empire" (1996), "The Battle Of Los Angeles" (1999) und Renegades (2000) produziert als auch das 1994er-Soundgarden-Werk "Superunknown" abgemischt. Neben der ersten Single-Auskopplung Original Fire" zählt u.a. das Stück Wide Awake", das sich mit den Folgen des Hurricanes Katrina auseinandersetzt, zu den Highlights des Albums. "Es ist wahrscheinlich der politischste Audioslave-Song bislang", erklärt Morello.

Amazon.de



The novelty of Audioslave has had time to wear off. The grouping of ex-Rage Against the Machine members and ex-Soundgarden vocalist Chris Cornell is no longer new; and time has long since come for the band to live or die based solely on the merits of its music, not on the reputation of its members. The good news is that, at least for now, the group is in a position to do exactly that. On Revelations, the band channels and updates the unapologetic boogie of Ian Gillan-era Deep Purple on tunes such as "One and the Same," "Shape of Things to Come," and "Wide Awake" with ease, inspiring awe and genuine surprise. Guitarist Tom Morello has rarely sounded as fresh as he does on the stomp-and-stammer "Original Fire" and the otherwise disposable grunge retread "Somedays." Not every track here can be as good as the opening title cut and a few - the should-be moving ballad "Until We Fall," the closing "Moth" - fall painfully short. But there is enough strength here to suggest that Audioslave's ability to deliver jaw-dropping albums remains intact and its ability to live up to the hype is lagging just a step or two behind.

Jedd Beaudoin - Amazon.com



Wer Audioslave und Out Of Exile mochte, wird auch den dritten Streich der Alternative-Supergroup ins Herz schließen. Wer Audioslave schon immer doof fand, darf gern bei seiner Meinung bleiben. Zwar hat die Band ihren Sound in Details leicht modifiziert – der Heavyrock-Anteil wurde zugunsten verstärkten Funk-Appeals etwas zurückgeschraubt –, doch die maßgeblichen Fixpunkte bleiben natürlich erhalten: Chris Cornells mächtiges Organ durchdringt selbst Stahlbeton mit Leichtigkeit, die aus Brad Wild (Drums) und Tim Commerford (Bass) bestehende Rhythmusfraktion zeigt einmal mehr, wie herrlich tanzbar harter Rock sein kann, und Tom Morello bleibt einer der wenigen begnadeten Gitarristen, die ihr Instrument wirklich zum Sprechen bringen. Ja, der Mann ist ein würdiger Nachfolger von Jimi Hendrix, nur dass Morello nicht ein chaotisches Feuerwerk des Wahnsinns abbrennt, sondern sein Genie stets kontrolliert einsetzt. So bleibt auch die von Rage Against The Machine bekannte Kompaktheit der Arrangements eine der großen Stärken von Audioslave. Eine andere kommt auf Revelations erstmals zum Vorschein: Von der R.A.T.M.-Radikalität zwar Lichtjahre entfernt, beziehen Audioslave hier politisch Stellung, etwa wenn in der schnörkellosen Gänsehaut-Hymne "Wide Awake" sehr deutlich die Apathie der US-Regierung angesichts der Hurrikan-Katastrophe angeprangert wird. Die übrigen Lyrics sind meist sehr persönlicher Natur, wie z.B. beim trockenen Groove-Brecher "Jewel Of The Summertime" oder der von einem furiosen Stakkato-Beat angetriebenen Single "The Original Fire", doch auch hier weiß Cornell uns mehr mitzuteilen als die platten Nichtigkeiten, mit denen manch andere Rockband ihre Songhülsen füllt. Und dem Klischee, dass man mit zunehmendem Alter ruhiger wird, widersprechen Audioslave vehement. Balladesken Stoff sucht man auf Revelations vergebens, bei aller Funk- und Groovyness dominiert die wohl dosierte Härte. Oder wie Tom Morello es auszudrücken beliebt: „Wenn du einen Arschtritt verpasst bekommen willst, bist du hier an der richtigen Adresse.“

Dirk Siepe - Amazon.de



Given the short distance separating Audioslave's second album, Out of Exile, in 2005 and their third, Revelations, in 2006, it's easy to assume that the Rage Against the Machine/Soundgarden supergroup has finally turned into an actual working band - either that or the group is working hard to get to the end of their contract so they can go their separate ways (a suspicion stoked by the flurry of Chris Cornell-centric press surrounding its release, including the announcement that he's recording a solo album and will be singing the theme song for the new James Bond film, Casino Royale, on his own). Whether or not either theory is proven true over time doesn't change the fact that Revelations builds upon Out of Exile, sounding even more like the work of a genuine band than its predecessor. In light of this record, Out of Exile feels driven by Cornell, which itself was a shift away from the Rage-driven debut. Here, the two are integrated fully into a distinctive sound, one that's tight and focused, one that's aggressive but not overly heavy. Also, Audioslave has become increasingly rhythm-driven instead of riff-driven; even on the slower songs and heavy rockers, the pulse and pull of the rhythm defines the song more than the riff. Given this emphasis on rhythm, it's not a surprise that Audioslave displays an overt funk and soul influence here, ranging from the hard funk of "One and the Same" to the Motown homage of "Original Fire." This not only makes Revelations sound like the result of a working band, one that likes to jam together, but it also gives it a lighter feel in its tone, a feeling that Cornell runs with on his lyrics and singing, which are considerably less tortured and brooding than before. All this doesn't necessarily make Revelations a fun album - making music is serious work for Audioslave and they expect the same from their audience - but it does make for their most colorful, diverse, and consistent record yet.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - All Music Guide



On Revelations, hard-rock juggernaut Audioslave tease a directional shift with the bucolic intro to the title track, but they quickly shunt the acoustic instrumentation to the side in order to facilitate a nimble climb onto the riff-rock bulldozer. While the disc serves up heaping helpings of Audioslave's meat and potatoes - Chris Cornell's sensually muscular growl and Tom Morello's lunar-orbit soloing - there are a passel of surprises. "One and the Same," for instance, grabs the pelvis with a wah-wah guitar line that would be right at home in a Sly & the Family Stone outtake. The absence of guitar - well, comparatively speaking - is the most intriguing aspect of "Broken City," a low-slung bass-driven piece that, with its unsparing look at situations and people gone seriously wrong, could almost be seen as a negative-image version of the Red Hot Chili Peppers' "Under the Bridge." Cornell really shines on that track, as well as on "Original Fire," on which he duels with drummer Brad Wilk, shifting from shamanic wail to arena-rock strut with ease. As borne out by "Nothing Left to Say but Goodbye," he's still prone to power-ballad forays, a realm not altogether comfortable for his bandmates. By and large, however, Revelations resonates with the effortlessly confident power of a band that have hit their stride - and aren't afraid to let on that they know it.

David Sprague - Barnes & Noble
 

 L y r i c s


Revelations

You know what to do, you know what I did,
Since you know everything just clue me in,
I am such a wreck, I am such a mess,
I know what I know, why don't you fill in the rest?
I will bring you down I will make it bad,
While you're feeling proud, why don't you help me?

Such a shame that I wouldn't know by now,
your revelations,
Cut me in, I don't want to live without,
Your revelations,
Revelations.

You know what to say, you know what I said,
You know what I dream sleeping in my bed,
You hold all the keys, you know all the roads,
Why don't you guide me in if I'm such a lost soul?
I will spin it around, I will make you ill,
Since I'm so broken down, why don't you fix me?

Such a shame that I wouldn't know by now,
Your revelations,
Cut me in, I don't want to live without,
Your revelations,
Revelations.

I am haunted when I am sleeping,
Try to give without receiving,
It's in the applebite,
It's in the days and nights,
In the afterlife we'll meet.

Such a shame that I wouldn't know by now,
your revelations,
Cut me in,
I don't want to live without,
Your revelations.

Such a shame that I wouldn't know by now,
your revelations,
Cut me in,
I don't want to live without,
Your revelations,
Revelations.


One and the Same

Well they don't hate you, you know they love you,
but they're gonna come kill you.
They don't mean any harm it's just what they do.
Could be your mother, could be your father,
or your best friend in the world.

But just like blood in rain, love and pain are one and the same.
(One and the same.)
Just like blood in rain, love and pain are one and the same.
(One and the same.)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You wear a mask with a target,
keep your enemies closer.
You fall in love from a great height,
now the easy part's over.
Choose your battles, not your soldiers,
never sure by their colors.

But just like blood in rain, love and pain are one and the same.
(One and the same.)
Just like blood in rain, love and pain are one and the same.
(One and the same.)
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Just like blood in rain, love and pain are one and the same.
Just like blood in rain, love and pain are one and the same.
(One and the same.)
Just like blood in rain, love and pain are one and the same.
(One and the same.)
Just like blood in rain, love and pain are one and the same.
(One and the same.)
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
   

Sound of a Gun

In the here and the now I wait,
down among the young and the old.
With the moon and the ground I play,
with my children in my home.
This is for the daughters and sons,
of forgotten ones.
learning how to stand.
This is for the innocent unknowns,
buried in the sand.

Running from the sound of a gun.
Running from the sound of a gun.
Till you're weary.
Running from the sound of a gun.
Running from the sound of a gun.

From the crack in the blackness I wake,
it's getting closer every night.
In my city the playground is a battleground,
between the wrong and the right.
I could run as free as a child,
I was safe and wild,
naked and unarmed.
Now I'm grown and safe in my home,
but some will never stop.

Running from the sound of a gun.
Running from the sound of a gun.
Till you're weary.
Running from the sound of a gun.
Running from the sound of a gun.

The open mouth of the city swallowed up the town,
with that same old concrete that I still walk down.
And it seems they put a shine on this place when I was young,
maybe I just don't see it now.

Running from the sound of a gun.
Running from the sound of a gun.
Till I'm weary.
Running from the sound of a gun.
Running from the sound of a gun.

Hey.
Running from the sound of a gun.
Running from the sound of a gun.
Running from the sound of a gun.
Running from, running from the sound of a gun.


Until We Fall

I walk the streets without regret.
I stood alone and watched myself fall apart.
Answered the voices in my head.
Slipped through the chainlink of a broken heart.

And when I'm tired of feeling black,
spread the wings upon your back.
Take us high above it all,
and stroke your feathers till we fall back down again.

Bought everything that sounded good.
I understand that I've been misunderstood.

And when I'm tired of feeling black,
spread the wings upon your back.
Take us high above it all,
and stroke your feathers till we fall,
Until we fall, until we fall back down again.
Yeah, back down again.

What do you feel before you think?
What do you see before you blink?
Who do you battle in your dreams?
Who strokes your feathers until you scream?

And when I'm tired of feeling black,
spread the wings upon your back.
Take us high above it all,
and stroke your feathers till we fall.
Until we fall, until we fall back down again.
Yeah, back down again.


Original Fire

The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on.
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on.
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on.
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on.

With a pen in one hand taking a stand drugged on kerosene.
Eighty-four and five would find us something to believe.
Right or wrong, with dirty hands on wires,
singing songs in dischord choirs.
Screaming in braile, no temptress prize,
could ever yield anything so real.

The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on.
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on.

Golden soldiers born much older than they'll ever live to be.
Diving into a sea of hands in a long forgotten city.
Here the rain falls ever after,
the strangled vines hang dead in rafters.
The blood rushed to your head induces a laughter, endlessly.

The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on.
The original fire has died and long gone, but the riot inside moves on.

Can't explain it, it was something to see.
Can't contain something ever real.

Can't explain it, it was something to see.
Can't contain something so, ever real.
Ever real.
Ever real.
Hey.

The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on.
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on.
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on.
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on.


Broken City

My city sleeps by the side of the freeway,
a city of scraps.
In the winter time she wore a yellow coat.
Now there's nothing on her back.
If a building falls you wouldn't care to notice,
unless you were in it.
And no one cares about climbing stairs,
nothing at the top no more.

Outside tripping in the broken city.
Outside tripping in the broken city,
I watch her bleed and crack.
Outside tripping in the broken city.
Outside kicking in the broken city,
there's nothing wrong with that.

Now the snow falls down like it's falling on an ocean,
dead and empty.
By the railroad tracks where they used to go and come,
now they don't come back.
You can hear the rust going up the throughways,
and down the alleys where they stole this town from the frontier.
I can seem them trying to steal it back.

Outside tripping in the broken city.
(Outside tripping in the broken city.)
Outside tripping in the broken city,
I watch her bleed and crack.
Outside kicking in the broken city.
(Outside tripping in the broken city.)
Outside tripping in the broken city,
there's nothing wrong with that.

Now the sun won't shine on this part of the map anymore.
When it's cold outside I see her hide behind the smoke stacks.
Nothing grows, there's no gold rush, no miners, no revolution behind her.
And the shipyard is a graveyard, no one will be trying to find her.

Outside tripping in the broken city.
(Outside tripping in the broken city.)
Outside kicking in the broken city,
I watch her bleed and crack.
Outside tripping in the broken city.
(Outside tripping in the broken city.)
Outside kicking in the broken city,
there's nothing wrong with that.

There's nothing wrong with that.
Outside tripping in the broken city.
Outside tripping in the broken city.
Outside tripping in the broken city.
Outside. Outside. Outside. Outside.
Outside. Outside. Outside.


Somedays

Somedays.
Somedays.
Somedays just ain't so easy.

Wake up look around,
just before your feet hit the ground.
Where they meet the oil and street,
is where you stand and where you sleep.
Black and whites,
alarms and lights.
Plain clothes and Miranda rights.
At the right place but in the wrong life.
Somedays just ain't so easy.

Somedays.
Somedays.
Somedays just ain't so easy.
(Somedays just ain't so easy.)
Somedays.
Somedays.
Somedays.
(Somedays.)
Somedays just ain't so easy.
(Somedays just ain't so easy.)

It's not the fault of anyone,
as we revolve around the sun.
We sleep beneath the same sky,
but we all see it through different eyes.
So if you go or if you stay,
standing still or if you walk away.
If you bend or if you break,
somedays just ain't so easy.

Somedays.
Somedays.
Somedays just ain't so easy.
(Somedays just ain't so easy.)
Somedays.
Somedays.
Somedays.
(Somedays.)
Somedays just ain't so easy.
(Somedays just ain't so easy.)

They just ain't so easy.
(Someone may have done you right or done you wrong.)
They just ain't so easy.
I don't care for somedays.

Someone may have done you right or done you wrong,
or kept you down from the day you were born.
There's no need to apologize for the riot in your eyes,
because somedays just ain't so easy.

Somedays.
Somedays.
Somedays just ain't so easy.
(Somedays just ain't so easy.)
Somedays.
Somedays.
Somedays.
(Somedays.)
Somedays just ain't so easy.
(Somedays.)


Shape of Things to Come

Well it's late in the hour,
and a few more grains of sand will fall,
on the colorful flowers grown upon the dust and moss.
Now I fear the worst is near.
I hold them close and count their years.
I pray a ray of light appears,
to shine down on us here.

Break down in the shape of things to come.
But I'm moving on like a soldier.
And I'll say it now, when all is said and done.
It's not ours to break the shape of things to come.

There's a crack in the clouds,
but only for a moment now.
Like an eye looking out,
the blue sky spies the roads we will go down.
I wonder what they hold for us.
I hold my family to my breast.
I fear the worst and hope the best,
will come to see us blessed.

Break down in the shape of things to come.
But I'm moving on like a soldier.
And I'll say it now, when all is said and done.
It's not ours to break the shape of things to come.

Given one more try what would I change?
I won't deny the thought is strange.
I've done my best and I will lay no blame,
but on myself.

Break down in the shape of things to come.
But I'm moving on like a soldier.
And I'll say it now, when all is said and done.
It's not ours to break the shape of things to come.

The shape of things to come.
The shape of things to come.


Jewel of the Summertime

When I was 18 I didn't know pain when the sun was high
Burnt face, shadow's erased and I knew I'd be alright
left that behind me, uh-huh
Somethin' blinded me, uh-huh
That reminded me, uh-huh
Of a better space and time, miles away

The jewel of the summertime
Jewel of the summertime
Jewel of the summer-time
A jewel of the summertime
A jewel of the summertime
Jewel of the summer-time

When I turned 21 I saw the sun pulling out of sight
All that I met were dark silhouette's stumbling in the night
But we collided, uh-huh
And I finally, uh-huh
Feel the light on me, uh-huh
Now I'm bathing in the bright
ultraviolet rays

Jewel of the summertime
Jewel of the summertime
Jewel of the summer-time
A jewel of the summertime
Jewel of the summertime
Jewel of the summer-time
Time, time

I left that behind me, uh-huh
But somethin' blinded me, uh-huh
You reminded me, uh-huh
Of a better space and time, miles away

Jewel of the summertime
Jewel of the summertime
A jewel of the summer-time
A jewel of the summertime
A jewel of the summertime
A jewel of the summer-time
A jewel of the summertime
Jewel of the summertime
A jewel of the summer-time
Jewel of the summertime
Jewel of the summertime


Wide Awake

You can look a hurricane right in the eye
Twelve hundred people dead or left to die
Follow the leaders with an eye
For an eye you'd all be blind
Deaf or murdered, of this im sure
In this unsettled time

So come pull a sheet over my eyes
So I can sleep tonight
Despite what I've seen today
I find you guilty of a crime
Of sleeping at a time
When you should have been wide awake

Down on the road the world is floating by
The poor and undefended left behind
While your somewhere trading lives for oil
as if the whole world were blind

So come pull a sheet over my eyes
So I can sleep tonight
Despite what I've seen today
I found you guilty of a crime
Of sleeping at a time
when you should have been wide awake

Come put a sheet over my eyes
So I can sleep tonight
Despite what I've seen today

I find you guilty of a crime
Of sleeping at a time
when you should have been wide awake

Wide Awake!!
Wide Awake!!
Wide Awake!!
Wide Awake!!


Nothing Left to Say But Goodbye

Just like a rescue of a stray dog in the rain I was
Hungry when you found me
And you could tell by my tail and my rib cage what was
Once around me

I've been chased by a rain cloud
I was lost and nearly drowned and kicked around
But now I'm found and I won't run away

Bless your heart you gave me a home and a new start
And I will leave you never
Sleep at your feet and stay guard at you're front door
I will keep things together

I've been chased by a rain cloud
I was lost and nearly drowned and kicked around
But now I'm found and I won't run away

I killed myself, threw away my mental health but nobody was blinking an eye
Backyard, basement, falling on the pavement
Nothing Left to Say But Goodbye
Nothing Left to Say But Goodbye

It's true I ran away before but be sure
I am no tail-chaser
I know a good thing when it throws me a bone
I'm you're best friend forever

I've been chased by a rain cloud
I was lost and nearly drowned and kicked around


Moth

Thought I was different and it seems I'm just the same
As a game I put my hand over the flame
I thought I was smarter as I flew into the sun
But it turned out the way it does with everyone

Oh, oh
I don't fly around your fire anymore
I don't fly around your fire anymore
Burnin', fallin' down so many times before
I don't fly around your fire anymore

I love the heat I love the things that I forgot
I love the strings that tie me down and cut me off
I was a king, I was a moth with painted wings made of cloth
When did the flame burn so high and get so hot?

Oh, oh
I don't fly around your fire anymore
I don't fly around your fire anymore
Burnin', fallin' down so many times before
I don't fly around, fly around
Fly around

I don't fly around your fire anymore
I don't fly around your fire anymore
Burnin', fallin' down so many times before
I won't fly around, fly around

I won't fly around your fire anymore
I don't fly around your fire anymore
Burnin', fallin' down so many times before
I don't fly around, fly around
Oh
 

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