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[Bruce Springsteen] We Shall Overcome

MessaggioInviato: lun 1 mag 2006, 18:24
da Carpanet
Il nuovo lavoro del boss, che lui stesso ha voluto sottotitolare "the Seeger sessions", da Pete Seeger, una sorta di Raoul Casadei del west :P. Quanti avevano sempre visto Springsteen a metà via tra uno di quei cowboy con chitarra ed armonica e una star del rock, probabilmente in quest'album troverebbero, ad un ascolto superficiale, gran parte dell'anima western di Springsteen. Mi pare di poter concludere che c'è dell'altro: il boss pesca molto dal suo stile più puramente rock, per quanto le tracce glielo consentano, ovviamente. L'insieme mi pare molto gradevole, arrangiato come si deve, senza troppe impalcature. Un bel lavoro, tra country :frusta2: , punte di blues e rock and roll di quello vero :)

Consiglio :thumbup:

MessaggioInviato: mar 2 mag 2006, 21:25
da *GIU*
We shall overcome,
we shall overcome,
we shall overcome some day.

Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe
we shall overcome some day.

We shall live in peace,
we shall live in peace,
we shall live in peace some day.

Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe
we shall overcome some day.

We'll walk hand in hand
we'll walk hand in hand
we'll walk hand in hand some day.

Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe
we shall overcome some day.

Black and White together,
black and white together.
black and white together some day.

Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe
we shall overcome some day.

MessaggioInviato: ven 2 giu 2006, 17:07
da Carpanet
Oh, Missis McGrath, the sergeant said,
Would you like to make a soldier out of your son, Ted?
With a scarlet coat, and a three-cocked hat,
Now Missis McGrath, wouldn't you like that?
Wid yer too-ri-aa, fol de diddle aa
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa.

Oh Mrs. McGrath lived by the seashore
For the space of seven long years or more;
Till she saw a big ship sail into the bay,
Here's my son, Ted, wisha, clear the way!
Wid yer too-ri-aa, fol de diddle aa
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa.

Oh, Captain, dear, where have ye been
Have you been in the Meditereen?
Will ye tell me the news of my son, Ted?
Is the poor boy livin', or is he dead?
Wid yer too-ri-aa, fol de diddle aa
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa.

Ah, well up comes Ted without any legs
An in their place he had two wooden pegs,
She kissed him a dozen times or two,
Saying, Holy Moses, 'tisn't you.
Wid yer too-ri-aa, fol de diddle aa
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa.

Oh then were ye drunk, or were ye blind
That ye left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it walkin' upon the sea
Wore your two fine legs from the knees away?
Wid yer too-ri-aa, fol de diddle aa
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa.

Oh, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
But I left my two fine legs behind.
For a cannon ball, on the fifth of May,
Took my two fine legs from the knees away.
Wid yer too-ri-aa, fol de diddle aa
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa.

Oh, Teddy, me boy, the old widow cried,
Yer two fine legs were yer mammy's pride,
Them stumps of a tree wouldn't do at all,
Why didn't ye run from the big cannon ball?
Wid yer too-ri-aa, fol de diddle aa
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa.

All foreign wars I do proclaim
Between Don John and the King of Spain
And by herrins I'll make them rue the time
That they swept the legs from a child of mine.
Wid yer too-ri-aa, fol de diddle aa
Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa.