Antologia del blues

[Hatshepsut]

Dalla mia libreria mi è capitato fra le mani un vecchio tascabile degli anni '90, della serie cento pagine a mille lire.
E' una raccolta di canti blues tradizionali. Questo mi sembra uno dei più famosi.

Down hearted blues.

Gee, but it's hard to love someone
When that someone don't love you
I'm so disgusted, heartbroken, too
I've got those down hearted blues

Once I was crazy 'bout a man
He mistreated me all the time
The next man I get has got
To promise to be mine, all mine

Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days
Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days
It seems that trouble's going to follow me to my grave

I ain't never loved but three men in my life
I ain't never loved but three men in my life
My Father, my brother and the man that changed my life

It may be a week, it may be a month or two
It may be a week, it may be a month or two
But the day you quit me honey, it's coming home to you

I got the world in a jug, the stopper's in my hand
I got the world in a jug, the stopper's in my hand
I'm going to hold it until you didn't come under my command

[PiccolaIena]

ma wow!

[Hatshepsut]

ma wow!

Ti piace? Ne posto altri

[PiccolaIena]

Ti piace? Ne posto altri

io adoro quel genere
tipo i vecchi di cohen o alcune cose di young

[Hatshepsut]

io adoro quel genere
tipo i vecchi di cohen o alcune cose di young

I canti in questo libretto sono vecchi tradizionali, originariamente incisi da cantanti tipo Bessie Smith, Louis Armstrong, Charlie Patton, etc. Non ho trovato versioni di Young e Cohen per ora.

Questa è una vecchia versione di Nina Simone

Me and My Gin

Stay 'way f om me 'cause Ah'm in mah sin,
stay 'way f om me 'cause Ah'm in mah sin,
ef dis place gits raided et's me an' mah gin.

Doan' trah me nobody 'cause yo' will nevah win,
doan' trah me nobody 'cause yo' will nevah win,
Ah'll fight de Army an' Navy jes' me an' mah gin.

Any bootleggah sho' is uh pal uh min',
any bootleggah sho' is uh pal uh min',
'cause uh goo' ole bottl' uh gin will git et all de tahme.

W'en Ah'm feelin' high t'ain' nothin' Ah won' do,
w'en Ah'm feelin' high t'ain' nothin' Ah won' do,
keep me full uh likker an' Ah'll sho' be nice tuh yo'.

Ah doan' wan' no clo's an' Ah doan' need no bed,
Ah doan' wan' no clo's an' Ah doan' need no bed,
Ah doan' wan no po'k chop, jes' gi'e me gin instead.

[Hatshepsut]

E qualcosa di più recente

Walking blues.

Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes,
You know 'bout that babe, had them old walkin' blues.
Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes,
You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues.

Leavin' this morning, I had to go ride the blinds.
I've been mistreated, don't mind dying.
This morning, I had to go ride the blinds,
I've been mistreated, Lord, I don't mind dying.

People tell me walkin' blues ain't bad;
Worst old feeling I most ever had.
People tell me the old walkin' blues ain't bad.
Well it's the worst old feeling, Lord, I most ever had.

[trash]

Strange fruit

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

[Hatshepsut]

Back Water blues (canto dedicato all'inondazione del Mississipi del 1927)

It rained five days, Lord and the clouds turned as dark as night
It rained five days, and the clouds turned as dark as night
Lord, that was really enough trouble to make a poor man, wonder where in the world to go

I got up one mornin', poor me I couldn't get even get out of my door
I got up one mornin', poor me I couldn't get even get out of my door
Lord, that was really enough trouble to make a poor man, wonder where in the world to go

Now they rowed a little boat, just about five miles across the farm
Yeah, they rowed a little boat, down about five miles across the farm
Lord, I packed up all of my clothes and throwed them in,
And I declare they rowed poor old Bill along

Then I went and I stood up on a high, high old lonesome hill
Yes, I went and I stood up on a high, high old lonesome hill
Lord, and all I could do was look down on the house, baby where I used to live

Now it thundered and it lightnin'd, Lord and the wind, wind began to blow
Now it thundered and it lightnin'd, Lord and the wind, wind began to blow
Lord, there was thousands and thousands of poor people,
At that time didn't have no place to go

[Liquid Sky]

Dalla mia libreria mi è capitato fra le mani un vecchio tascabile degli anni '90, della serie cento pagine a mille lire.
E' una raccolta di canti blues tradizionali. Questo mi sembra uno dei più famosi.

Ma wow! Lo voglio!

[Liquid Sky]

Woah, go bring me my shotgun
Oh I'm gonna start shootin again
Go bring me my shotgun
You know I just got to start shootin' again
You know I'm gonna shoot my woman
Cause she's foolin' around with too many men

Yes bring me my shotgun
Yes man and a pocket full of shells
Yes go bring me my shotgun
Yes man and a pocket full of shells
Yeah you know I'm gonna kill that woman
I'm gonna throw her her in that old deep dug well
Hide her from everybody they won't know where she at

That woman said Lightnin' you can't shoot me
She said now you is dead of tryin'
I don't take a day off for nobody
She said Lightnin' you can't shoot me
She said yes and you dare to try
I said the only reason I don't shoot you little woman
My double barrel shotgun, it just won't fire