• Janis Joplin

    Janis Joplin

    (Pour ma fille et ses copines)

    Janis Joplin

    Summertime

    Summertime, time, time,
    Child, the living's easy.
    Fish are jumping out
    And the cotton, Lord,
    Cotton's high, Lord so high.

    Your daddy's rich
    And your ma is so good-looking, baby.
    She's a-looking good now,
    Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby now,
    No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
    Don't you cry, don't you cry.

    One of these mornings
    You're gonna rise, rise up singing,
    You're gonna spread your wings, child,
    And take, take to the sky,
    Lord, the sky.

    But until that morning,
    Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm ya,
    No, no, no no, no no, no...
    Don't you cry — cry.

    (Live Gröna Lund 1969)

    Sittin’ down by my window,
    Honey, lookin’ out at the rain.
    Oh, Lord, Lord, sittin’ down by my window,
    Baby, lookin’ out at the rain.
    Somethin’ came along, grabbed a hold of me, honey,
    And it felt just like a ball and chain.
    Honey, that’s exactly what it felt like,
    Honey, just dragging me down.

    And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, now hon’, tell me why,
    Why does every single little tiny
    thing I hold on to go wrong ?
    Yeah it goes wrong, yeah.
    And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, now babe, tell me why,
    Does every thing, every thing.
    Hey, here you gone today, I wanted to love you,
    I just wanted to hold you, I said, for so long,
    Yeah! Alright! Hey!

    Love’s got a hold on me, baby,
    Feels like a ball and chain.
    Now, love’s just draggin’ me down, baby,
    Feels like a ball and chain.
    I hope there’s someone out there who could tell me
    Why the man I love wanna leave me in so much pain.
    Yeah, maybe, maybe you could help me, come on, help me!

    And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, now hon’, tell me why,
    Now tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me,
    tell me, tell me why, yeah.
    And I say, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, when I ask you,
    When I need to know why, c’mon tell me why, hey hey hey,
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    Here you’ve gone today,
    I wanted to love you and hold you
    Till the day I die.
    I said whoa, whoa, whoa!!

    And I say oh, whoa, whoa, no honey
    It ain’t fair, daddy it ain’t fair what you do,
    I see what you’re doin’ to me and
    you know it ain’t fair.
    And I say oh, whoa whoa now baby
    It ain’t fair, now, now, now, what you do
    I said hon’ it ain’t fair what, hon’
    it ain’t fair what you do.
    Oh, here you gone today and all I ever wanted to do
    Was to love you
    Honey you can still hear me rock and roll the best,
    Only it ain’t roll, no, no, no, no, no.

    Sittin’ down by my window,
    Lookin’ out at the rain.
    Lord, Lord, Lord, sittin’ down by my window,
    Lookin’ out at the rain, see the rain.
    Somethin’ came along, grabbed a hold of me,
    And it felt like a ball and chain.
    Oh this can’t be in vain
    And I’m gonna tell you one more time, yeah, yeah!

    And I say oh, whoa whoa, now baby
    This can’t be, no this can’t be in vain,
    And I say no no no no no no no no, whoa,
    And I say whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Now now now now now now now now now no no not in vain
    Hey, hope there is someone that could tell me
    Hon’, tell me why love is like
    Just like a ball
    Just like a ball
    Baaaaaaalllll
    Oh daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy,
    daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy
    And a chain.
    Yeah.

    Janis Joplin
    Un autre style

    Me & Bobby McGee Lyrics

    Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
    And I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
    Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
    It rode us all the way to New Orleans.

    I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
    I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
    Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby's hand in mine,
    We sang every song that driver knew.

    Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose,
    Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now.
    And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
    You know feeling good was good enough for me,
    Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

    From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
    Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
    Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done,
    Hey Bobby baby? kept me from the cold.

    One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away,
    He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
    But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
    To be holding Bobby's body next to mine.

    Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
    Nothing, that's all that Bobby left me, yeah,
    But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
    Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
    Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

    La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la
    La la la la la Bobby McGee.
    La la la la la, la la la la la
    La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la.

    La La la, la la la la la la,
    La La la la la la la la la, hey now Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah.
    Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na
    Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah.

    Lord, I'm calling my lover, calling my man,
    I said I'm calling my lover just the best I can,
    C'mon, hey now Bobby yeah, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah,
    Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
    Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!

    Yeah! Whew!

    Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
    Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee.

    Moi Et Bobby McGee

    Complêtement fauchés à Baton Rouge, attendant un train
    Me sentant presque aussi fanée que mes jeans
    Bobby arrêta un camion juste avant la pluie
    Il nous embarqua pour tout le chemin jusqu'à New Orleans

    Je sortis mon harmonica de mon sale bandana rouge
    Je jouais doucement pendant que Bobby chantait le blues
    Les essuie-glaces battant la mesure
    Je tenais la main de Bobby dans la mienne
    Nous avons chanté toutes les chansons que le chauffeur connaissait

    Dire qu'on est libres n'est qu'une autre façon de dire qu'il ne nous reste plus rien à perdre
    Rien n'a de valeur chéri si ce n'est pas gratuit, alors alors
    Et se sentir bien était facile, mon Dieu, quand il chantait le blues
    Me sentir bien me suffisait
    Suffisait à moi et à Bobby McGee

    Des mines de charbon du Kentucky jusqu'au soleil de Californie
    Bobby a partagé les secrets de mon âme
    A travers toutes sortes de conditions atmosphériques, à travers tout ce que nous avons fait
    Bobby chéri m'a protégée du froid

    Un jour en remontant près de Salinas, mon dieu, je l'ai laissé s'éclipser
    Il était à la recherche de ce foyer et je lui souhaite de le trouver
    Mais j'échangerais tous mes lendemains contre un seul hier
    Pour serrer le corps de Bobby contre le mien

    Dire qu'on est libres n'est qu'une autre façon de dire qu'il ne nous reste plus rien à perdre
    Rien, c'est tout ce que Bobby m'a laissé, ouais
    Mais se sentir bien était facile, Seigneur, quand il chantait le blues
    Me sentir bien me suffisait, hmm hmm
    Suffisait à moi et à Bobby McGee

    La-da-da La-da-da-da La-da-da da-da da-da
    La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Bobby McGee, ouais
    La-da-la-da-la-da La-da-la-da-da
    La-da-la-da-la-la, Bobby McGee, ouais
    La-da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da
    La-da-da La da-da La da-da
    Hey, mon Bobby, Oh Dieu, mon Bobby McGee, ouais
    Lo-da-lo da-la-lo-da-la
    Lo-da-la-lo da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la
    Hey, mon Bobby, Oh Dieu, mon Bobby McGee, ouais

    Oh Dieu, je l'appelle mon amant, je l'appelle mon homme
    J'ai dit que je l'appelais mon amant, j'ai fait de mon mieux, allez viens
    Hey maintenant Bobby maintenant, hey maintenant Bobby McGee, ouais
    La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la
    Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Oh mon Dieu !

    G - C G - C G - C G - C
    [intro]

    G G G G
    Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
    G G D7 D7
    When I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
    D7 D7 D7 D7
    Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
    D7 D7 G - C G
    And rode us all the way into New Orleans

    G G G G
    I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
    G G7 C C
    I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues
    C C G G
    Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
    D7 D7 D7 D7
    We sang every song that driver knew

    C C G G
    Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
    D7 D7 G G
    Nothin', it ain't nothin' honey, if it ain't free
    C C G G
    And feelin' good was easy, lord, oh, when he sang the blues
    D7 D7 D7 D7
    You know feelin' good was good enough for me
    D7 D7 G G A A
    Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

    A A A A
    From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
    A A E7 E7
    Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
    E7 E7 E7 E7
    Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
    E7 E7 A A
    Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the cold

    A A A A
    One day up near Salinas, lo-ord, I let him slip away
    A A7 D D
    He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it
    D D A A
    Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday
    E7 E7 E7 E7
    To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

    D D A A
    Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
    E7 E7 A A
    Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left me
    D D A A
    Well, feelin' good was easy, lo-o-ord, when he sang the blues
    E7 E7 E7 E7
    And feelin' good was good enough for me
    E7 E7 A A
    Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee yeah

    A A A A
    La da da, la da daa, la da daa da daa da daa
    A A E7 E7
    La da da da daa dadada Bobby McGee-ah
    E7 E7 E7 E7
    Laa li daa da daa daa, la da daa da daa
    E7 E7 A A
    Laa la laa la daada Bobby McGee-ah yeah

    A A A A
    La di da, ladida LA dida LA di daa, ladida LA dida LA di daa
    A A E7 E7
    Hey now Bobby now now Bobby McGee yeah
    E7 E7 E7 E7
    Lo lo LO lolo LO lo laa, lololo LO lolo LO lolo LO lolo LO la laa
    E7 E7 A A
    Hey now Bobby now now Bobby McGee yeah

    A A
    Lord, I called him my lover, I called him my man
    A A
    I said I called him my lover, did the best I can
    A A E7 E7
    C'mon, hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah
    E7 E7 E7 E7
    Lo lo lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord, a lord oh
    E7 E7 A A
    Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, lord

    A A A A A A E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 A A
    [instrumental; piano solo]

    A A A A A A E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 A A
    [instrumental]

    A A A A A A E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 E7 A A A.
    [instrumental; guitar solo & a few more "la-di-da"s]

     

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