Ένα νέο παιδί με θλιμμένη ματιά και πηγαίο ταλέντο. Οι στίχοι του ήταν ποίηση και ο ίδιος ζούσε στο δικό του ερεβώδη κόσμο. Η φωνή του βαθιά και σκοτεινή. Οι λέξεις του γεμάτες θλίψη, απελπισία κι ένα ατέρμονο κενό. Αυτός ήταν ο Ian Curtis, τραγουδιστής και στιχουργός της Βρετανικής μπάντας της dark wave / post-punk σκηνής, Joy Division, ο οποίος γεννήθηκε σαν σήμερα, 15 Ιουλίου του 1956, στο Στρέτφορντ. Ο Ian Curtis έπασχε από επιληψία και κατάθλιψη και παρά τη γρήγορη και αλματώδη επιτυχία του συγκροτήματος μέσα σε 4 χρόνια, ο ίδιος αποφάσισε να δώσει τέλος στη ζωή του στις 18 Μαΐου του 1980, μια μέρα πριν τη μεγάλη περιοδεία της μπάντας στη Βόρεια Αμερική.

Ακολουθούν 5 αγαπημένα τραγούδια των Joy Division με τους “κοφτερούς” στίχους του αγαπημένου και αδικοχαμένου, Ian Curtis.

Insight

Guess your dreams always end.
They don’t rise up just descend,
But I don’t care anymore,
I’ve lost the will to want more,
I’m not afraid not at all,
I watch them all as they fall,
But I remember when we were young.

Disorder

I’ve been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand,
Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?
These sensations barely interest me for another day,
I’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away.

New Dawn Fades

A change of speed, a change of style.
A change of scene, with no regrets,
A chance to watch, admire the distance,
Still occupied, though you forget.
Different colours, different shades,
Over each mistakes were made.
I took the blame.
Directionless so plain to see,
A loaded gun won’t set you free.
So you say.
We’ll share a drink and step outside,
An angry voice and one who cried,
‘We’ll give you everything and more,
The strain’s too much, can’t take much more.’
I’ve walked on water, run through fire,
Can’t seem to feel it anymore.
It was me, waiting for me,
Hoping for something more,
Me, seeing me this time,
Hoping for something else.

Decades

Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell’s darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.

(…)

Weary inside, now our heart’s lost forever,
Can’t replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase,
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings,
Open then shut, then slammed in our face.

Love Will Tear Us Apart

You cry out in your sleep,
All my failings exposed.
And there’s a taste in my mouth,
As desperation takes hold.
Just that something so good
Just can’t function no more.

But love, love will tear us apart again.

Επιμέλεια – Κείμενο: Δάφνη Τσάρτσαρου