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Johnny B. Goode

Sreda, Februar 7th, 2007

chuck-berry.jpg (Chuck Berry)

Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens…

There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,

Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode…

He never ever learned to read or write so well,

But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.

(Refren) Go GoGo Johnny GoGo GoJohnny B. Goode

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack

And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.

Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,

Strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made.

People passing by would stop and say

Oh my that little country boy could play

(Refren)

His mother told him someday you would be a man,

And you would be the leader of a big old band.

Many people coming from miles around,

To hear you play your music when the sun go down

Maybe someday your name will be in lights

“Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight!”

(Refren)

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Good Vibrations

Sobota, Februar 3rd, 2007

beach-boys.jpg

(The Beach Boys)

I, I love the colorful clothes she wears

And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair

I hear the sound of a gentle word

On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air

Ref.

I’m pickin’ up good vibrations

She’s giving me excitations

I’m pickin’ up good vibrations

She’s giving me excitations…

Close my eyes

She’s somehow closer now

Softly smile, I know she must be kind

When I look in her eyes

She goes with me to a blossom world

(Refren)

I don’t know where but she sends me there

(Ah my my what a sensation)

(Ah my my what elations)

(Ah my my what)

Gotta keep those lovin’ good vibrations

A happenin’ with her

Gotta keep those lovin’ good vibrations

A happenin’ with her

Gotta keep those lovin’ good vibrations

A happenin’

Good good good good vibrations

(I’m pickin’ up good vibrations)

She’s giving me excitations

Good good good good vibrations

She’s na na . . .

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Rolling Stone: naj albumi vseh časov

Petek, Januar 26th, 2007

rollinstonealbumi.jpgVsake toliko časa pregledam lestvice “naj” z različnih področij. Zanimivo mi je primerjati vtise uredništev in komisij z mojimi občutki in razmišljanji, predvsem pa so takšne lestvice odlična vsebina za pogovore in razgovore o tem, kdo je največji, zakaj in kako naj bi se ta svet vrtel…

Tukaj je lestvica naj 500 albumov vseh časov, ki so jo oblikovali pri Rolling Stone. Kaj menite? Na lestvici morda niste našli svojih herojev. Ne sekirajte se. Glasba ni šport bi rekel eden od mojih prijateljev glasbenikov. Verjamem, da se z njim popolnoma strinjate. Čeprav se zdi, da je pehanje po slavi in vsem kar sodi zraven spremenilo pomen in namen glasbe vemo, da temu v resnici ni tako. Obstajajo svetle izjeme, ki nas opomnijo, da je glasba več kot le dober styling, tedni na lestvicah, zvezništvo, odpiranje ust in koketiranje s publiko.

Zato lahko takšne lestvice služijo kot opomnik o zadevah, ki so spreminjele svet. Ni prihodnosti brez preteklosti. Tudi Valter iz Oktobra se strinja, da je rock bilin je najbolj odprta leva scena.

Verjetno smo zadnje čase v tem smislu s kolegi precej “obsedeni” s projektom Mars Volta.  Preko meja časa, do glasbe. Prihodnost je njihova.
Vir: fotka

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Respect

Torek, Januar 16th, 2007

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(Aretha Franklin)

(oo) What you want
(oo) Baby, I got
(oo) What you need
(oo) Do you know I got it?
(oo) All I’m askin’
(oo) Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home
(just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)

I ain’t gonna do you wrong while you’re gone
Ain’t gonna do you wrong (oo) ’cause I don’t wanna (oo)
All I’m askin’ (oo)
Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
Baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)

I’m about to give you all of my money
And all I’m askin’ in return, honey
Is to give me my profits
When you get home (just a, just a, just a, just a)
Yeah baby (just a, just a, just a, just a)
When you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)

Ooo, your kisses (oo)
Sweeter than honey (oo)
And guess what? (oo)
So is my money (oo)
All I want you to do (oo) for me
Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re ,re)
Yeah baby (re, re, re ,re)
Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit)
When you get home, now (just a little bit)

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Take care, TCB

Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)
I get tired (just a little bit)
Keep on tryin’ (just a little bit)
You’re runnin’ out of foolin’ (just a little bit)
And I ain’t lyin’ (just a little bit)
(re, re, re, re) ’spect
When you come home (re, re, re ,re)
Or you might walk in (respect, just a little bit)
And find out I’m gone (just a little bit)
I got to have (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)
Vir: fotka

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What’s Going On

Ponedeljek, Januar 1st, 2007

marvin_gaye.jpg(Marvin Gaye)

Mother, mother
There’s too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There’s far too many of you dying
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today – Ya

Father, father
We don’t need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today

Picket lines and picket signs
Don’t punish me with brutality
Talk to me, so you can see
Oh, what’s going on
What’s going on
Ya, what’s going on
Ah, what’s going on

In the mean time
Right on, baby
Right on
Right on

Father, father, everybody thinks we’re wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Simply because our hair is long
Oh, you know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today
Oh

Picket lines and picket signs
Don’t punish me with brutality
Talk to me
So you can see
What’s going on
Ya, what’s going on
Tell me what’s going on
I’ll tell you what’s going on – Uh
Right on baby
Right on baby

Vir: fotka, besedilo

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Imagine

Sreda, December 27th, 2006

(John Lennon)

john-lennon.jpgImagine there’s no Heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one.

Vir: fotka (Richard Avedon)

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Rolling Stones: Satisfaction

Torek, December 26th, 2006

rollong-stones.jpg I can’t get no satisfaction
I can’t get no satisfaction
’cause i try and i try and i try and i try
I can’t get no, i can’t get no

When i’m drivin’ in my car
And that man comes on the radio
He’s tellin’ me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can’t get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that’s what i say

I can’t get no satisfaction
I can’t get no satisfaction
’cause i try and i try and i try and i try
I can’t get no, i can’t get no

When i’m watchin’ my tv
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can’t be a man ’cause he doesn’t smoke
The same cigarrettes as me
I can’t get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that’s what i say

I can’t get no satisfaction
I can’t get no girl reaction
’cause i try and i try and i try and i try
I can’t get no, i can’t get no

When i’m ridin’ round the world
And i’m doin’ this and i’m signing that
And i’m tryin’ to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
’cause you see i’m on losing streak
I can’t get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that’s what i say

I can’t get no, i can’t get no
I can’t get no satisfaction
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction

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Bob Dylan: Like a Rollin Stone

Sobota, December 9th, 2006

rolling-stone-dylan.jpgOnce upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Vir: fotka, besedilo

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