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It has...by me, Grrrrrrrrrrrr
thats ok, great song not to repeat it twice

[QUOTE=slade]It has...by me, Grrrrrrrrrrrr
thats ok, great song not to repeat it twice [/QUOTE]

Ack! Sorry slade, lemme commend you on your taste however ... We'll try this instead as it is my favorite blues song of all time: I saw B.B. play it live and almost wept .

How Blue Can You Get
B.B. King



I've been down hearted baby
ever since the day we met
I've been down hearted baby
ever since the day we met

our love is nothing but the blues
baby, how blue can you get?

my love is like a fire
your love is like a cigarette
my love is like a fire
but baby yours is like a cigarette
I watched you step down on it baby
and crush it!
tell me how, tell me how
how blue can you get?

you're evil when i'm with you
and you are jealous when we're apart
you're evil
you're so evil when I'm with you baby
and you are jealous when we're apart
how blue can you get baby?
the answer is right here in my heart

I gave you a brand new ford
and you said "i want a Cadillac"
I bought you a ten dollar dinner
and you said "thanks for the snack"!
I let you live in my penthouse
you said it was just a shack!
I gave you seven children


and now you wanna to give 'em back!

yes i've been downhearted baby
ever since the day we met
our love is nothing but the blues baby
baby, how blue can you get?

The "gave you seven children" line kills me :laugh: :laugh:

In honor of Queens US tour, and Drag Racing.

I second that motion, he's more Mercurial goodness (this was written by Brian May actually)... And I'm once again sorry if someone's already done it...

Fat Bottom Girls
Queen


Are you gonna take me home tonight
Ah down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rockin' world go round

Hey I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me
Hey hey!

I've been singing with my band
Across the wire across the land
I seen ev'ry blue eyed floozy on the way
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them dirty ladies every time

Oh won't you take me home tonight?
Oh down beside your red firelight
Oh and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round

Hey listen here
Now your mortgages and homes
I got stiffness in the bones
Ain't no beauty queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh but I still get my pleasure
Still got my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you gonna make a big man out of me
Now get this

Oh you gonna take me home tonight (please)
Oh down beside your red firelight
Oh you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Get on your bikes and ride

Oooh yeah them fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls
Yeah yeah yeah
Fat bottomed girls
Yes yes

If You Go Away (Ne me quitter pas)

If you go away
On this summer day
Then you might as well
Take the sun away
All the birds that flew
In the summer sky
And our love was new
And our hearts were high
When the day was young
And the night was long
And the moon stood still
For the night bird song
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away
But if you stay
I'll make you a day
Like no day has ever been
Or will be again
We'll sail on the sun
We'll ride on the rain
We'll talk to the trees
And worship the wind
And if you go
I'll understand
Leave me just enough love
To hold in my hand
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away
If you go away
As I know you will
You must tell the world to stop turning
Till you return to me
If you ever do,
Oh what good is love without loving you?
I can tell you now, as you turn to go
I'll be dying slowly
Till your next hello
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away,
But if you stay
I'll make you a night
Like no night has ever been
Or will be again
I'll sail on you smile
I'll ride on your touch
I'll talk to your eyes
That I love so much
But if you go
I'll understand
Leave me just enough love
To hold in my hand
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away, if you go away

If you go away, as I know you must
There is nothing left in this world to trust
Just an empty room, full of empty space
Like the empty look I see on your face
I'd have been the shadow of your shadow
If you might have kept me by your side
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away.

Jacque Brel

Abject but outstanding

Out standing. I already had the French & Flemish versions. Now I have the English. He has better songs than this, though this is possibly the best known.

I like Port of Amsterdam, which David Bowie recorded. But not many are in English I think. For Brel the words matter, so I lose a lot when I listen

Indeed, the words are as important as, if not more than, the music. I also found an alternative translation of "Ne me quitte pas" which is closer to the original in the despair:

Don’t leave me now
We must just forget
All we can forget
All we did till now
Let’s forget the cost
Of the breath we’ve spent
Saying words unmeant
And the times we’ve lost
Hours that must destroy
Never knowing why
Everything must die
At the heart of joy
Don’t leave me now
Don’t leave me now
Don’t leave me now
I’ll bring back to you
The clear pearls of rain
From a distant domain
Where rain never fell
And though I grow old
I’ll keep mining the ground
To deck you around
In sunlight and gold
I’ll build you a desmene
Where love’s everything
Where love is the king
And you are the queen
Don’t leave me now
Don’t leave me now
Don’t leave me now

Don’t leave me now
For you I’ll invent
Words and what they meant
Only you will know
Tales of lovers who
Fell apart and then
Fell in love again
Since their hearts stayed true
There’s a story too
That I can confide
Of that king who died
From not meeting you
Don’t leave me now
Don’t leave me now
Don’t leave me now

And often it’s true
That flames spill anew
From ancient volcanos
We thought were too old
When all’s said and done
Scorched fields of defeat
Could give us more wheat
Than the fine April sun
And when evening is nigh
With flames overhead
The black and the red
Aren’t they joined in the sky?
Don’t leave me now
Don’t leave me now
Don’t leave me now

Don’t leave me now
I will cry no more
I will talk no more
Hide myself somehow
And I’ll see your smile
And I’ll see you dance
And I’ll hear you sing
Hear your laughter ring
Let me be for you
The shadow of your shadow
The shadow of your hand
The dog at your command
Don’t leave me now
Don’t leave me now
Don’t leave me now

Translation: Deptford and Greenwich, London, 2 August 1999

And what they say about this translation:
This is one of Jacques Brel's most famous songs, and one of the great songs of the 20th century. It's also his best-known outside the French-speaking world, in an English version by Rod McKuen called 'If You Go Away'. This, unfortunately, bears little relation to the poignancy and desperation of Brel's original lyric in which the narrator is not speculating about the possibility of their partner leaving in order to bring the importance of their emotions into sharper relief, but is literally begging the other person to stay while they stand with suitcases packed on the doorstep!
I was very pleased when Barb Jungr gave me the opportunity to write a new English version which might not have the Tin Pan Alley gloss of McKuen's but at least is much more faithful to the impulse of the original song and tries to capture some of its intensely poetic imagery.

You guys broke the queen montage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TIE YOUR MOTHER DOWN (Queen & Paul Rodgers)


Get your party gown
Get your pigtail down
Get your heart beatin' baby
Got my timin' right
Got my act all tight
It's gotta be tonight my little
Schoolbabe

Your momma says you don't
And your Daddy says you won't
And I'm boilin' up inside
Ain't no way I'm gonna lose out this time

Tie your Mother down
Tie your Mother down
Lock your Daddy out of doors
I don't need him nosing around
Tie your Mother down
Tie your Mother down
Give me all your love tonight

You're such a dirty louse
Go get outta my house
That's all I ever get from you
Family ties, in fact I don't think I ever heard
A single little civil word from those guys
But you know I don't give a light
I'm gonna make out all right
I've got a sweetheart hand
To put a stop to all that
Grousin' an' snipin'

Tie your Mother down
Tie your Mother down
Take your little brother swimmin'
With a brick (that's all right)
Tie your Mother down,
Tie your Mother down
She you ain't no friend of mine

Your mamma and your Daddy gonna
Plague me til I die
They don't understand I'm just a
Peace lovin' guy
Tie your Mother down
Tie your Mother down
Tie your Mother down
Tie your Mother down
Give me all your love tonight
All your love tonight
All your love tonight
All your love tonight
All your love tonight
Give it to me

@ Lestat. Thank you for that. I had not seen it before and it is also lovely. Though I don't agree with your commentator's interpretation of the version I gave. The parting is already certain. The narrator seems to me the more poignant for the verses trying to find something to offer, when it is aleady too late. The desparate attempt to deny the truth is recognisable, I feel

But lets face it, it isn't Queen

[QUOTE=Fiona]@ Lestat. Thank you for that. I had not seen it before and it is also lovely. Though I don't agree with your commentator's interpretation of the version I gave. The parting is already certain. The narrator seems to me the more poignant for the verses trying to find something to offer, when it is aleady too late. The desparate attempt to deny the truth is recognisable, I feel[/QUOTE]He is right in saying that the imagery is closer to the original. But well, it's still not as poignant as the original ("l'ombre de ton chien"). I tried to find a few other English lyrics of his songs. But what I found I felt didn't really live up to the original... Damn language rules.

[QUOTE=Fiona]But lets face it, it isn't Queen [/QUOTE]Luckily.

I think translation of any literature is difficult but Brel is acknowledged to be virtually impossible. Do you think Bowie's version of Amsterdam is good? If Eliot is right and "poetry is what is lost in the translation" you may have to sacrifice accuracy in the words to capture the emotion?

Since it is a Lyrics I better post some:
Written by Jacques Brel - Performed (& translated?) by David Bowie


In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
To the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn
By the dawn's early light

In the port of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fish heads and tails
And he'll show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can haul up the sails
That can swallow the moon

And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
"Hey, bring me more fish
Throw it down by my side"
And he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he stands up and laughs
And he zips up his fly


In the port of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to porch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaked
Splitting the night
With the roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
And then out of the night
With their pride in their pants
And the sluts that they tow
Underneath the street lamps

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
He'll drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who've given their bodies
To a thousand other men
Yeah, they've bargained their virtue
Their goodness all gone
For a few dirty coins
Well he just can't go on
Throws his nose to the sky
And he aims it up above
And he pisses like I cry
On the unfaithful love

In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam

It's fairly OK, but still, I have the feeling that in English some of the imagery is a bit polished up, while Brel could sometimes be quite crude. And I think you see it best when you compare the different versions of songs he wrote himself in both French & Flemish. The imagery is different between the two languages but of the same tone and quality and conveys the same general image. So there is a possibility of making another language version. And the Dutch/Flemish translations made by others are also more true to the original than what I have seen in the English ones. It might be a cultural thing (though it might be that most D/Fl translations where made during his lifetime and thus more closely scrutinised).

And if you compare "Seasons in the Sun" with "Le Moribond"... It's the difference between sugary ketchup and sweet & sour sauce.

As to the last, I couldn't agree more. Seasons in the Sun does not qualify as Brel, in my admittedly uninformed opinion.

Sorry, I should have posted Amsterdam myself. I think english is not often crude in modern times. It might be cultural. How were your victorians?

Well he has a way of combining, sometimes acid, critic on society with jocular humour, which comes a bit from the underbelly. A certain irreverance, I should say. I think you find some of the same spirit in Irish folk songs. And we didn't have Victorians, no.

Just for reference: the refrains from Seasons in the Sun and Le Moribond

We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.

Et je veux qu'on rie
Je veux qu'on danse
Je veux qu'on s'amuse comme des fous
Je veux qu'on rie
Je veux qu'on danse
Quand c'est qu'on me mettra dans le trou

non really poetic translation of the last
And I want people to laugh
I want 'em to dance
I want 'em to have fun like mad
I want 'em to laugh
I want 'em to dance
When they put me in the hole

Well they took the melody, the theme of the song and got creative...

I knew you liked folk really

The child psychiatry thread made me dig this song up and find the lyrics. A large amount of the problems with drug and alcohol abuse stem from avoiding clinical treatment because of cost or fear of malpractice, hence, the topic of this song.

Radar Love by Golden Earing

I love this song...

Stroker Ace by the Charlie Daniels Band.


Stroker Ace was born to race
He had a mean streak two feet wide
A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of pride
Take a dirt road curve with a devils nerve
Make a car dance across the mud
And haulin’ shine was his regular line till the track got in his blood
Was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that fool could drive
Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel and the girls with bedroom eyes
And in a race of time or a bar room fight, Ol’ Stroker stole the show
A back stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo

Mama lock your daughters up
That vile bunch is back in town
And them little girls get frisky when they hear that racecar sound
They’re bringing out the yellow flag; somebody’s brakes have failed
There’s an alsike on the inside and a wreck along the rail
You’d better stand on it Stroker cause a bandit’s on your tail

It’s a dynamite joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan
But you’ve gotta hang tough when it gets real rough when you’re out there on your own
Cause they’ll push you down, they’ll knock you down, they’ll shove you up against the wall
And you always know when the engine blows that a man can’t win ‘em all
You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
And if you’d break your neck in some damn fool wreck they’d forget about you soon
But Ol’ Stroker Ace was born to race
And it’s worth all the trying
Just the dirt champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine

Stroker get your dander up this aint no time to laugh
You’ve got to make the lap up if you’re gonna take that checkered flag
Number 10 is closin’ in to even up the score
It’s time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor
You’d better stand on it Stroker cause your blowin’ off their doors

Blow their doors off Stroker

Stand on it, son

Ahh, you good lookin’ devil you


(Strokers my role model.) :mischief: :devil:

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