Oye Ernesto!

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I see a bad moon a-risin’ / I see trouble on the way /I see earthquakes and lightnin’ / I see bad times today / I hear hurricanes a-blowin’ / I know the end is coming soon / I fear rivers overflowing / I hear the voice of rage and ruin / Hope you got your things together / Hope you are quite prepared to die / Looks like we’re in for nasty weather / One eye is taken for an eye / Don’t go ’round tonight / It’s bound to take your life / There’s a bad moon on the rise…
© Fogerty

4 tanker om “Oye Ernesto!”

  1. Tak. I lige måde. Jeg har en kanonversion af John Lee Hookers Tupelo med Pops Staples, Steve Cropper & Albert King fra 1969.

    Her endnu en katastrofesang, der er skrevet af Randy Newman, og som jeg mener Aaron Neville gør allerbedst.

    Louisiana 1927:

    What has happened down here is the wind have changed
    Clouds roll in from the north and it started to rain
    Rained real hard and rained for a real long time
    Six feet of water in the streets of Evangeline

    The river rose all day
    The river rose all night
    Some people got lost in the flood
    Some people got away alright
    The river have busted through cleard down to Plaquemines
    Six feet of water in the streets of Evangelne

    Louisiana, Louisiana
    They’re tyrin’ to wash us away
    They’re tryin’ to wash us away
    Louisiana, Louisiana
    They’re tryin’ to wash us away
    They’re tryin’ to wash us away

    President Coolidge came down in a railroad train
    With a little fat man with a note-pad in his hand
    The President say, “Little fat man isn’t it a shame what the river has
    done
    To this poor crackers land.”

    Louisiana, Louisiana
    They’re tyrin’ to wash us away
    They’re tryin’ to wash us away
    Louisiana, Louisiana
    They’re tryin’ to wash us away
    They’re tryin’ to wash us away

    (C) Randy Newman

  2. And it rained all night and washed the filth away
    Down New York airconditioned drains
    The click click clack of the heavy black trains
    A million engines in neutral

    The tick tock tick of a ticking timebomb
    Fifty feet of concrete underground
    One little leak becomes a lake
    Says the tiny voice in my earpiece
    So I give in to the rhythm
    The click click clack
    I’m too wasted to fight back
    Tick tack goes the pendulum on the old grandfather clock

    I can see you
    But I can never reach you

    And it rained all night and then all day
    The drops were the size of your hands and face
    The worms come out to see what’s up
    We pull the cars up from the river

    It’s relentless
    Invisible
    Indefatigable
    Indisputable
    Undeniable

    So how come it looks so beautiful?
    How come the moon falls from the sky?

    I can see you
    But I can never reach you

    I can see you
    But I can never reach you

    © Thom Yorke 2006

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_xmjfzfr00

  3. Fremragende, Vermouth. De her to er også ok:

    TUPELO

    It happened long time ago, in a little country town, way back in Mississippi
    It rained and it rained, it rained both night and day
    The people got worried, they began to cry,
    “Lord have mercy, where can we go now?”
    There were women and there was children, screaming and crying,
    “Lord have mercy and a great disaster, who can we turn to now, but you?”
    The great flood of
    Tupelo, Mississippi
    It happened one evenin’, one Friday evenin’, a long time ago,
    it rained and it started rainin’
    The people of Tupelo, out on the farm gathering their harvest,
    a dark cloud rolled, way back in Tupelo, Mississippi, hmm, hmm)
    Wasn’t that a mighty time,
    wasn’t that a mighty time?
    Wasn’t that a mighty time,
    a mighty time, that evenin’?
    It rained, both night and day
    The poor people that had no place to go, hmm,hmm
    A little town, called Tupelo, Mississippi
    I never forget it and I know you won’t either

    © John Lee Hooker

    TUPELO

    Looka yonder! Looka yonder!
    Looka yonder! A big black cloud come!
    A big black cloud come!
    O comes to Tupelo. Comes to Tupelo

    Yonder on the horizon
    Yonder on the horizon
    Stopped at the mighty river
    Stopped at the mighty river and
    Sucked the damn thing dry
    Tupelo-o-o, O Tupelo
    In a valley hides a town called Tupelo

    Distant thunder rumble. Distant thunder rumble
    Rumble hungry like the Beast
    The Beast it cometh, cometh down
    The Beast it cometh, cometh down
    Wo wo wo-o-o
    Tupelo bound. Tupelo-o-o. Yeah Tupelo
    The Beast it cometh, Tupelo bound

    Why the hen won’t lay no egg
    Can’t get that cock to crow
    The nag is spooked and crazy
    O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!
    O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!

    Ya can say these streets are rivers
    Ya can call these rivers streets
    Ya can tell ya self ya dreaming buddy
    But no sleep runs this deep
    No! No sleep runs this deep
    No sleep runs this deep
    Women at their windows
    Rain crashing on the pane
    Writing in the frost
    Tupelos’ shame. Tupelo’s shame
    O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!

    O go to sleep lil children
    The sandmans on his way
    O go to sleep lil children
    The sandmans in his way
    But the lil children know
    They listen to the beating of their blood
    listen to the beating of their blood
    listen to the beating of their blood
    listen to the beating of their blood
    They listen to the beating of their blood
    The sandman’s mud!
    The sandman’s mud!
    And the black rain come down
    the black rain come down
    the black rain come down
    Water water everywhere
    Where no bird can fly no fish can swim
    Where no bird can fly no fish can swim
    No fish can swim
    Until The King is born!
    Until The King is born!
    In Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o!
    Til The King is born in Tupelo!

    In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin
    Where the rain came down and leaked within
    A young mother frozen on a concrete floor
    With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw
    Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo!
    With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw

    Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals
    And a child is born on his brothers heels
    Come Sunday morn the first-born dead
    In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red
    Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo!
    In a shoebox buried with a ribbon of red

    O ma-ma rock you lil’ one slow
    O ma-ma rock your baby
    O ma-ma rock your lil’ one slow
    O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!
    Mama rock your lil’ one slow
    The lil one will walk on Tupelo
    The lil one will walk on Tupelo
    Black rain come down, Black rain come down
    Tupelo-o-o! Yeah Tupelo!
    And carry the burden of Tupelo
    Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! Yeah!
    The King will walk on Tupelo!
    Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo!
    He carried the burden outa Tupelo!
    Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo!
    You will reap just what you sow

    © Nick Cave

  4. Back Water Blues

    Well it rained five days and the sky was dark as night
    Yes, it rained five days and the sky was dark as night
    There’s trouble in the lowlands tonight.

    I got up one morning, I couldn’t even get out of my door
    There was enough trouble to make a poor boy wonder where to go.

    I went and stood up on a high old lonesome hill
    I did all I could to look down on the house where I used to live.

    It thundered and lighteninged and the wind began to blow
    There were thousands of poor people didn’t have no place to go.

    (C) AJ. P. Johnson & Bessie Smith

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