Posts Tagged ‘Cover’
Lifeline
It all started with a random cover download
Loved the fact that it was a Nilsson song I didn’t know
And then I discovered this beautiful version.
Down to the bottom
Hello, is there anybody else here?
It’s cold and I’m so lonely
Hello, is there anybody else here?
Hello, won’t you throw me down a Life Line?
I’m so afraid of darkness
And down here, it’s just like night time
Oohs, are all around me
Hello, will you please send down a Life Line?
Down and there isn’t any hope for me
Unless this dream which seems so real
Is just a fantasy
Which led me there
I don’t know much, when I knew less,
And I was heartbroke for the first time,
I was drowning in my tears,
I went looking for a lifeline,
Trying to find some comfort,
A simple tender touch,
Searching for some little cure
That would not cost too much,
And I could hear that produce wagon on the street,
I could hear that farmer singing,
As I cried myself to sleep
I got ba-na-na, watermelon, peaches by the pound,
Sweet corn, mirleton, mo’ better than in town,
I got okra, enough to choke ya,
Beans of every kind,
If hungry is what’s eatin’ you
I’ll sell you peace of mind,
But this ain’t what you came to hear me say,
And I hate to disappoint you,
But I got no love today,
I got no love today,
I got no love today,
No love today
I could not love to save myself
From lonesome desperation.
Everything I thought was love
Was worthless imitation.
My concept of commitment
Was to take all you could give,
I thought the cheapest thrills I loved
Were teachin’ me to live,
But nothin’ seemed to last or see me through
Nothin’ but that little song
That I still sing for you.
I got ba-na-na, watermelon, peaches by the pound,
Sweet corn, mirleton, mo’ better than in town,
I got okra, enough to choke ya,
Beans of every kind,
If hungry is what’s eatin’ you
I’ll sell you peace of mind,
But this ain’t what you came to hear me say,
And I hate to disappoint you,
But I got no love today,
I got no love today,
I got no love today,
No love today
No love today, none tomorrow,
Not now, not forever.
You can’t see what comes for free,
I think you much too clever,
For your own good I will tell you
What’s right before your eyes,
Intelligence is no defense
Against what this implies,
In the end no one will sell you what you need,
You can’t buy it off the shelf,
You got to grow it from the seed,
I got ba-na-na, watermelon, peaches by the pound,
Sweet corn, mirleton, mo’ better than in town,
I got okra, enough to choke ya,
Beans of every kind,
If hungry is what’s eatin’ you
I’ll sell you peace of mind,
But this ain’t what you came to hear me say,
And I hate to disappoint you,
But I got no love today,
I got no love today,
I got no love today,
No love today
BONUS:
Watch the Full movie Nilsson wrote the song for
and the full TV Special on which I found this version.
Why’d I do this now? Maybe I should’ve waited ’til Monday…
Audiogramme du 8 novembre 2014 / spéciale Marathon
1. The Moog Synthesizer with The Camarata Contemporary Chamber Orchestra – Sports et Divertissements – Les Courses
2. The Ventures – Walk Don’t Run
3. Yellow Ostrich – Marathon Runner
4. Tennis – Marathon
5. Bruce Springsteen – Born To Run
6. Lenny Kravitz – Always on the run
7. Martha Reeves & The Vandellas – Nowhere To Run
8. The Spencer Davis Group – Keep On Running
9. The Pharcyde – Runnin’
10. Hayseed Dixie – Walk This Way (Aerosmith and Run DMC Cover)
11. Fats Domino – I’m Walkin (Walking)
12. The Coconutz – These Boots Are Made For Walkin’ (Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood Cover)
13. Elbow – Running To Stand Still (U2 Cover)
14. Chromatics – Running Up That Hill (Kate Bush Cover)
15. Dr. Dog – Heart It Races (Architecture In Helsinki Cover)
16. Wolf Parade – You Are A Runner And I Am My Father’s Son
17. Yello – The Race (Formel Eins Tv Theme Version)
Download the full show / Télecharger l’émission: Link / Lien
Pretty Woman
I don’t believe you
You mock the truth
No one could look as good as you
A lot of prettiness in the air today. I don’t know why I’m on a roll. Expect a fourth(!) post very soon….
I like googling lyrics. I always thought he said “you’re NOT the truth”.
Pretty woman walkin’ down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman, I don’t believe you
You mock the truth
No one could look as good as you
Mercy
Pretty woman, won’t you pardon me
Pretty woman, I couldn’t help but see
Pretty woman, and you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me
Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, give your smile to me
Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pretty woman, look my way
Pretty woman, say you’ll stay with me
Cause I need you
I’ll treat you right
Come to me baby
Be mine tonight
Pretty woman, don’t walk on by
Pretty woman, don’t make me cry
Pretty woman, don’t walk away
hey…ok…
If that’s the way it must be, OK
I guess I’ll go on home, it’s late
There’ll be tomorrow night
But wait, what do I see?
Is she walking back to me?
Yeah, she’s walking back to me
O-Oh
Pretty woman.
Anyway, you know the track, you know the movie, but do you know anything about Roy Orbison? Apart from the fact that he looks like an old lesbian? more specifically, KD Lang? Or that his dark glasses always seem to be falling off his face?… I apologise in advance if my humour seems a bit derogatory. I know a tread a very thin line…
Just in case, you didn’t know, he was a Traveling Wilbury alongside Bob Dylan, George Harrison, Jeff Lynne and Tom Petty!
And he’s got at least 3 really amazing songs: In Dreams (remember Blue Vevet?) You Got It and I Drove All Night
Remember that Video? It’s Jason Priestley / Brandon on 90210!
Anyway, lets go back to Pretty Woman. Here’s a fantastic Bollywood version with Shahrukh Khan
And the very controversial 2 Live Crew version. It was an important lawsuit that went all the way to the supreme court and changed the doctrine regarding samples, parodies and fair use…
Pauvre con
Parfois les choses se font toutes seules. Sans réfléchir. Des automatismes, des coincidences.
Jigsaw literally falling into place…
Y’a deux jours j’ai découvert une reprise assez spéciale du Requiem pour u c… par le duo Kouyaté & Neerman sorti sur No Format
Puis aujourd’hui au détour d’un clic sur la page des Inrocks je tombe Blow Up: Le top 5 de Gainsbourg au cinéma
Et j’ai trouvé en première place du palmarès, la rencontre Gabin/Gainsbourg dans Le Pacha, un film de Lautner et d’Audiard de 1968.
Magnifique
Ecoute les orgues
Elles jouent pour toi
Il est terrible cet air là
J’espère que tu aimes
C’est assez beau non
C’est le requiem pour un con
Je l’ai composé spécialement pour toi
A ta mémoire de scélérat
C’est un joli thème
Tu ne trouves pas
Semblable à toi même
Pauvre con
Voici les orgues
Qui remettent ça
Faut qu’t’apprennes par coeur cet air là
Que tu n’aies pas même
Une hésitation
Sur le requiem pour un con
Quoi tu me regardes
Tu n’apprécies pas
Mais qu’est-ce qu’y a là dedans
Qui t’plaît pas
Pour moi c’est idem
Que ça t’plaise ou non
J’te l’rejoue quand même
Pauvre con
Ecoute les orgues
Elles jouent pour toi
Il est terrible cet air là
J’espère que tu aimes
C’est assez beau non
C’est le requiem pour un con
Je l’ai composé spécialement pour toi
A ta mémoire de scélérat
Sur ta figure blême
Aux murs des prisons
J’inscrirai moi-même : ” Pauvre con “
Et puis par souçi d’exhaustivité je vous rajoute la face B, Psychasténie
puis, Requiem pour un Twister
et enfin, la reprise de l’Anamour par Depardieu qui était en 2ème du Top 5 des Inrocks.
D’ailleurs il a l’air plutôt bien ce film…
Everyday is like Sunday
© Rima Abdel-Baki
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon – come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
“How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here”
In the seaside town
…that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come – nuclear bomb
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face…)
(On your face …)
(On your face …)
(On your face …)
Everyday is like Sunday
“Win Yourself A Cheap Tray”
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
It was also covered by Natalie Merchant and the 10.000 Maniacs
And by the Pretenders
Time
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh how how how, you’re a rock ‘n’ roll suicide
You’re too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe but you don’t eat when you’ve lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you’re a rock ‘n’ roll suicide
Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road
But the day breaks instead so you hurry home
Don’t let the sun blast your shadow
Don’t let the milk float ride your mind
They’re so natural – religiously unkind
Oh no love! you’re not alone
You’re watching yourself but you’re too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only
make you care
Oh no love! you’re not alone
No matter what or who you’ve been
No matter when or where you’ve seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I’ve had my share, I’ll help you with the pain
You’re not alone
Just turn on with me and you’re not alone
Let’s turn on with me and you’re not alone (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you’re wonderful (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you’re wonderful (wonderful)
Oh gimme your hands.
And I really recommend you watch this live version.
That’s the last song of the final Ziggy Stardust concert at the Hammersmith Odeon, London, on July 3, 1973. Before beginning the song, Bowie announced: “Everybody… this has been one of the greatest tours of our lives. I would like to thank the band. I would like to thank our road crew. I would like to thank our lighting people. Of all of the shows on this tour, this particular show will remain with us the longest because not only is it–not only is it the last show of the tour, but it’s the last show that we’ll ever do. Thank you.”
Of course he only meant he was killing off Ziggy. Thankfully he continued touring for another 30 years before disappearing a few years ago. I got to see him in the early noughties around the same time I saw Bob Dylan! Now that was a good year for concerts…
Most of the time
I’m clear focused all around
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path
I can read the sign
Stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever
I stumble upon
I don’t even notice she’s gone
Most of the time.
Most of the time it’s well understood
Most of the time I wouldn’t change it if I could
I can make it all match up
I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive and I can endure
And I don’t even think about her
Most of the time.
Most of the time my head is on straight
Most of the time I’m strong enough not to hate
I don’t build up illusion ’til it makes me sick
I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
Don’t even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.
Most of the time she ain’t even in my mind
I wouldn’t know her if I saw her
She’s that far behind
Most of the time I can even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was ever with her
Most of the time I’m halfway content
Most of the time I know exactly where it went
I don’t cheat on myself I don’t run and hide
Hide from the feelings that are buried inside
I don’t compromise and I don’t pretend
I don’t even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
On oublie le visage et l’on oublie la voix
Le coeur, quand ça bat plus, c’est pas la peine d’aller
Chercher plus loin, faut laisser faire et c’est très bien
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
L’autre qu’on adorait, qu’on cherchait sous la pluie
L’autre qu’on devinait au détour d’un regard
Entre les mots, entre les lignes et sous le fard
D’un serment maquillé qui s’en va faire sa nuit
Avec le temps tout s’évanouit
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
Même les plus chouettes souvenirs ça t’as une de ces gueules
A la Galerie je farfouille dans les rayons de la mort
Le samedi soir quand la tendresse s’en va tout seule
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
L’autre à qui l’on croyait pour un rhume, pour un rien
L’autre à qui l’on donnait du vent et des bijoux
Pour qui l’on eût vendu son âme pour quelques sous
Devant quoi l’on se traînait comme traînent les chiens
Avec le temps, va, tout va bien
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
On oublie les passions et l’on oublie les voix
Qui vous disaient tout bas les mots des pauvres gens
Ne rentre pas trop tard, surtout ne prends pas froid
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
Et l’on se sent blanchi comme un cheval fourbu
Et l’on se sent glacé dans un lit de hasard
Et l’on se sent tout seul peut-être mais peinard
Et l’on se sent floué par les années perdues
Alors vraiment
Avec le temps on n’aime plus.
Evidemment c’est une reprise de Léo Ferré… Mais j’adore cette version. Elle arrive à transmettre tellement en évitant les excès dramatiques de l’originale
If you’re lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I’ll be waiting
Time after time
And we end with a small jazzy bonus. Good night!
PS: For more info on the artwork illustrating this post, please click here
Affection
I just want some affection
I just want some affection
I don’t want no hoochie-coochie mama
No back door woman
No Queen Street sex thing
I want a tiger on bended knees
With all the kindness of the Japanese
I just want some affection
I wish I heard voices
Wish I was a telephone
The Go-Betweens’ first single,released in 1978. The master tapes for this and the second single were lost, forcing all reissues of these songs to be made from the vinyl.
The guitar reminds me – a lot – of Patti Smith’s Dancing Barefoot
she is benediction
she is addicted to thee
she is the root connection
she is connecting with he
here I go and I don’t know why
I fell so ceaselessly
could it be he’s taking over me…
I’m dancing barefoot
heading for a spin
some strange music draws me in
makes me come on like some heroin/e
There are great versions on youtube: live in 1979, live with Johnny Depp and Eddie Vedder. And of course there are the cover versions: Feelies and U2. That’s actually how I discovered this song / Threesome soundtrack 1994
It’s weird, that guitar chug reminds me of Patti Smith’s best-known song, the opening track on Horses: Gloria. It’s a cover of a Van Morrison / Them song, that was also covered by Jim Morrison and the Doors, but you knew that. Didn’t you?
The words are just rules and regulations to Patti:
Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine
meltin’ in a pot of thieves
wild card up my sleeve
slick heart of stone
my sins my own
they belong to me, me
and Jim well he does what he does best:
You were my queen and I was your fool,
Riding home after school.
You took me home
To your house.
Your father’s at work,
Your mama’s out shopping around.
Check me into your room.
Show me your thing.
Why’d you do it baby?
Getting softer – slow it down, etc.
Now you show me your thing.
Wrap your legs around my neck,
Wrap your arms around my feet,
Wrap your hair around my skin.
I’m gonna huh – all right, ok, yeah.
It’s getting harder – It’s getting too darn fast, etc.
Come on, now, let’s get it on.
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
Make me feel all right!
And if you want one last version, check out this live Van Morrison / John Lee Hooker duet from 1989.
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