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