Teksty Bluesowe (Po Angielsku)

[WitekBielski]

Myślę że warto byłoby przybliżyć ludziom co nieco Bluesa. To nie jest smutna muzyka. Nie słuchałbym czegoś co miałoby mnie zdołować... choć, czemu nie? Kto idzie ze mną się trochę poddołować?

Whiskey Man Blues - Scrapper Blackwell



Well I drink so much whiskey,
'Till they call me whiskey man,
Lord I gets up every morning,
With the whiskey bottle in my hand,

Lord my baby treats me meen,
She keeps me worried all the time,
And If didn't drink my whiskey,
I believe I would loose my mind,

When I drink my whisky,
I don't mistreat my friends,
I'm so worn out,
But Im gonna get drunk again,

Lord, whisky whisky,
It don't mean me no good,
And I would stop drinking whiskey,
If I only could,

Lord Lord,
Whisky is killing me,
And Why I cant stop drinking whiskeyc
Lord, Lord, I just can't see,


Pozdrawiam!

[WitekBielski]

Leaving Blues – Big Maceo



You said you’re leaving,
Why you got to go away?
I believe to my soul,
You have gone away today,

If you didn’t want me,
You should have told me so,
You have out me outdoor,
I don’t have no place to go,

Why,
Why do we have to part?
Someday you gonna have a man,
And then he gonna break your heart,
You said you’re leaving,
And you won’t be back no more,
If you can stand to leave me,
I can stand to see you go,

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I Keep The Blues – Leroy Carr



------- this mornin’,
Blues come in my door,
Please mister blues,
Don’t come here no more,

I keep the blues all night,
And the whole day through,
I so full of blues,
I don’t know what to do,

I don’t know why,
My babe just wont behave,
She mistreats me,
Just like I am a slave,

Something has to be done,
To get these blues of my mind,
I believe I get drunk,
And stay drunk all the time,

When I’m gonna leave you,
I ain’t gonna sing no more,
Cause I’m full of blues,
And I got to go,

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Sitting Here Thinking – Sunnyland Slim



Lord I was just sitting here thinking,
My thoughts make me feel so bad,
Say you never miss your water,
Lord, until the day that you will go dry,

But now when I think of what the old folks say,
Lord, it makes me wanna brake down and cry,
You never miss your lover,
Until the day the lover say goodbye,

But from now I try,
And I just do the things I should,
Remember that old saying,
It’s never too late to be good,

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Anna Lou Blues – Sunnyland Slim

Anna Lou,
Girl I just want you for myself, please, Anna Lou,
Yes I know you got to remind baby,
Just hang around and see,

I say Anna Lou
The way the bells keep on ringing, Anna Lou,
You got to be mine baby,
Please hang around and see,


PS: Tych tekstów nie znalazłem w internecie wiec myślę że warto żeby ktoś w końcu to zrobił

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Every time I Get To Drinking – Sunnyland Slim



Well every time I get to drinking,
My baby, she rolls across my mind,
She keeps my poor heart worried,
Man, bothered all in my mind,

Sometimes I get to drinking,
Well I just drink, drink all the time,
Well now I don’t be drinking cause I wanted to,
But Ill be drinking to ease my worried mind,

Did you ever love someone long time ago,
Midnight hours the girl rolls cross your mind,
They ain’t nowhere round at the present,
Lord, they somewhere down the line,

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It's Your Time To Worry – Blind Willie McTell



I don’t need nothin’,
But my overalls,
I done tremble these women,
That they bound to fall,
Your time to worry,
My time to live alone,
But your reckless disposition mama,
Drove your daddy way from home,

I don’t want no woman,
Gone run around,
And drink that whiskey,
Just like a flat(?) foot clown,
Your time to worry,
My time to live alone,
But your reckless disposition mama,
Drove your baby way from home,

I don’t want no woman,
With a face like a natchel(natural) man,
When she comes in your home,
There will be trouble in the land,
But let it me her time to worry,
My time to live alone,
But your reckless disposition mama,
Drove your baby way from home,

Woman if I had,
Your heart in my hand,
I would show you women,
How to treat a real good man,
Your time to worry,
My time to live alone,
But your reckless disposition mama,
Drove your baby way from home,

Cause I try to treat you good,
Try to treat you right,
But you stayed of off me woman,
Both day and night,
Your time to worry,
My time to live alone,
But your reckless disposition mama,
Drove your baby way from home,


Somebody said sorry,
But its understood,
Everybody in Atlanta,
In my neighborhood,
Said it’s your time to worry,
My time to live alone,
But your reckless disposition mama,
Drove your baby way from home,

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Meet Me Around The Corner - Big Joe Williams



Meet me 'round the corner,
Bring me my boot suede shoes,
My best woman done quit me,
I ain't got no time to lose,

She low and she ---,
She right down on the ground,
Everytime she walk,
She makes my love came down,

Women I love,
Sleepin' in the grave,
Lord the one I hate,
I can meet her every day,

Please dont,
Give my baby no job,
She's a married woman,
And I dont know no way to hold'er,

What you --- to do,
Carry you man to the well,
Got to drink muddy waters,
Sleep in a --------,

Early one mornin,
By the brake of day,
I hugged the pillow,
Where my baby used to lay,

She aint good looking,
She got two teeth crowned with gold,
Got to leave -------------,
Got a ---- on her soul,


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[Tomiszon]

dziwny temat

[el.guitar]

A ty, Tomiszon, masz dziwny avatar
Nie bardzo wiem o jakie teksty chodzi koledze Witkowi (w tych powyżej jakoś nie widzę wspólnej idei) i jaki sens ma wypisywanie ich na forum.

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[Matragon]

[el.guitar]

Może i tam nie mieszka (chyba nawet Bóg nie chciał by mieszkać w niczyich wnętrznościach), ale zasadził mu tam jakiegoś (pasożyta?) wysłannika, co by go "przymuszał". Ja też czasem czuje taki przymus we wnętrznościach, ale raczej idę wtedy do toalety, zamiast spisywać teksty piosenek...

Witek, to tylko takie niewinne żarty. Masz chęć, to se wkręć, chciałem powiedzieć pisz, pisz, pisz... Mnie się raczej nie chce tego czytać. Pozdrawiam!

[WitekBielski]

Ależ ja się niczym nie przejmuje

A korzystając z tego że ściągnąłem uwagę szanownych forumowiczów:

It's You Baby - Sunnyland Slim



Little girl it's you,
Got me walking from door to door,
Well if I didn't love you baby,
I wouldn't fool around with you nomore,

Little girl it's you,
Got me ringing my hands and crying,
Well if I didn't love you baby,
I wouldn't fool around with you nomore,

Well its you,
Got me doing things I never did before,
I love you baby,
It's better you go head on,

Well its you,
Caused me to leave my happy home,
It's you, I love you baby,
Wow! Better to go head on,

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[Guzik]

świetny temat Słowa uznaję za integralną cześć utworów bluesowych, wzajemnie uzupełniając się z muzyką. Nie uważam jednak żeby słuchać bluesa koniecznie należało tłumaczyć i rozumieć wszystko, jednak ja człowiek wsłucha się w niektóre teksty to naprawdę muzyka staję sie pełniejsza, odbiór jest lepszy a często na twarzy pojawia się wielki bądź jeszcze większy

pomocny w rozumieniu tekstu prócz typowej znajomość angielskiego, znakomicie sprawdza się również ten tutaj też ( nawet lepsza wersja ale czasem się nie wczytuje ) http://blueslyrics.tripod.com/blueslanguage.htm

no ale jak widzę mamy zajmować się kawałkami bardziej wesołymi. Na dzień dobry nieco z Lonnie Johnsona. Ten elegancki Jegomość, uwielbiany przez jazzmanów w kwestii słów zaskakuję niebywale............

Z płyty "Blues and Ballads" Lonnie Johnson & Elmer Snowden




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“Mr. Jelly Roll Baker, let me be your slave,
When Gabriel blows his trumpet, then I’ll rise from my grave,
For some of your good jelly roll, crazy ‘bout that good jelly roll.
You know it’s good for the sick, and it’s good for the young and old.”

Says, “Can I put in my order for two weeks ahead?
I’d rather have your jelly roll than my home-cooked bread.
I’m crazy ‘bout that jelly, crazy ‘bout that good jelly roll.”
She says, “I love your jelly, it’s good to my worried soul.”

There was a man in the hospital, shot all full of holes.
Nurse left a man dyin’ to go get some good jelly roll.
Says, “I’ve got to have my jelly, crazy ‘bout that good jelly roll.”
Says, “I’d rather let him lose his life, than to miss my good jelly roll.”

She says, “Mr. Jelly Roll Baker, can I be your slave?
When Gabriel blows his trumpet, then I’ll rise from my grave,
For some of your good jelly roll, crazy ‘bout that good jelly roll.”
Says, “I love your jelly, it’s good to my worried soul.”

She says, “Can I put in my order for two weeks ahead?
I’d rather have your jelly roll than my home-cooked bread.
I’m crazy ‘bout that jelly, crazy ‘bout that good jelly roll.”
She says, “I love your jelly, its good to my worried soul.






If I'm feelin' tomorrow, baby, like I feel today,
If I'm feelin' tomorrow, baby, like I feel today,
Get my big leg woman, and make my get-away.

If you don’t like my peaches, baby, don’t you shake my tree.
If you don’t like my peaches, baby, don’t you shake my tree.
You just stay outa my bus’ness, let my peaches be.

St. Louie woman, she loves a diamond ring,
Oh, she leads that man around, by her apron string.
How they love it, how they crave it.
Wasn't for the powder, and the store-bought hair,
Me an’ that gal I love, couldn't go nowhere! Yeah, the reason why –

‘Cause, I’ve got ninety-nine women, only need one more.
Got ninety-nine women, only need one more.
Find that bow-legged woman, I’ll let that ninety-nine go.

Yes, what makes my grandma, love my granddad so?
What makes my grandma, love my granddad so?
He’s got that same ol’ jive had at ninety-eight years ago.

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Witek, a może coś Bonamassy nasępnym razem ( nie mogłem się powstrzymać ... sorki )

a co do mp3, to one są tutaj w celach poznawczo-naukowych umieszczane. Lonnie Johnson jak z nim gadałem to mówił, że jemu to naprawdę wszystko jedno jest