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Αυτό το τόπικ είναι αφιερωμένο σε στίχους τραγουδιών folk.  Πέρα από την πολύ ωραία μουσική, αυτά τα τραγούδια πολλές φορές έχουν πολύ ωραίους στίχους με βαθύτερο νόημα, και θα μπορούσαν να θεωρηθούν ως πολύ καλή λογοτεχνία.

Πρόσφατα άρχισα να ανακαλύπτω αυτό το είδος μουσικής, και ως τώρα έχω ενθουσιαστεί.  Στο λινκ παρακάτω, μπορείτε να βρείτε τους στίχους ενός από τα αγαπημένα μου folk τραγούδια, με αντιπολεμικό μήνυμα: http://ericbogle.net/lyrics/index.htm , πηγαίνετε στο "And the band played Waltzing Matilda".  Οι στίχοι χαρακτηρίζονται από τρομακτική παραστατικότητα, και ειδικά αν κάποιος παρακολουθεί τη ροή των στίχων από την αρχή ως το τέλος, αυξάνεται η συναισθηματική φόρτιση.

Παπαλάμπραινα

Στου παπαλά- παπαλάμπραινα
στου Παπαλάμπρου την αυλή
κόσμος είναι μαζεμένοι-
Παπαλάμπραινα καημένη

Είναι ο παπάς - Παπαλάμπραινα
είναι ο παπάς είναι άρρωστος
και η παπαδιά πεθαίνει
Παπαλάμπραινα καημένη

Ούτε ο παπάς - Παπαλάμπραινα
ούτε ο παπάς είναι άρρωστος
ούτε η παπαδιά πεθαίνει
Παπαλάμπραινα καημένη

Μια λυγερή - Παπαλάμπραινα
μια λυγερή παντρεύεται
και παίρνει έναν λεβέντη
Παπαλάμπραινα καημένη


Απο τα αγαπημένα μου όταν ήμουν μικρότερος και πήγαινα ανελειπώς στο πανηγυρι του χωριού μου...Απο τα πιο διάσημα τσάμικα.

Κλασικό αγαπημένο μας τραγούδι :)

Ααααα, το ξέρεις κι εσύ το Whiskey in the Jar;  Με συγκινείς :)  Είναι από τα αγαπημένα μου :D

Sinnerman από Nina Simone

 
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you gonna run to all on that day?

Run to the moon, "Moon won't you hide me?"
Run to the sea, "Sea won't you hide me?"
Run to the sun, "Sun won't you hide me all on that day?"

Lord says, "Sinner man, the moon'll be a bleeding."
Lord says, "Sinner man, the sea'll be a sinking."
Lord says, "Sinner man, the sun'll be a freezin' all on that day!"

Run to the Lord, "Lord won't you hide me?"
Run to the Lord, "Lord won't you hide me?"
Run, run, "Lord won't you hide me all on that day?"

Lord says "Sinner man, you should've been a praying."
Lord says "Sinner man, you should've been a praying."
Lord says "Sinner man, you should've been a praying all on that day."

http://youtube.com/watch?v=pp1AIYmn-rY


Wade, μια εκτέλεση που ίσως δεν έχεις ακούσει. ;)

Χε χε...  Την άκουσα χθες για πρώτη φορά :P :D

http://radioblogclub.com/open/126285/dark_eyes/Red%20Army%20Choir%20-%20Ochi%20Chornye%20%28Dark%20Eyes%29

wiki:

Katyusha is a tender diminutive from the female name Ekaterina (Catherine): Katya is the nickname and Katyusha, a tender diminutive.

The Russian song also gave name to the BM-8, BM-13, and BM-31 "Katyusha" rocket launchers that were built and fielded by the Red Army in World War II.





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mChHZLBhP3c

άρχισες και τα ρωσικά εσύ τώρα...και ποιος σε πιάνει... :D :D :D

 :P :P



Περα απο την πλάκα αυτά τα τραγούδια είναι πολύ γνωστά...οι περισσότεροι τα χουμε ακούσει.

Και εδώ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hrdBSzdN1w) διασκευασμένο από τους θεούς Leningrad Cowboys σε συνεργασία με την Red Army Choir...απλά τέλειο! :)

Επίσης το συγκεκριμένο παραδοσιακό τραγούδι παιζει στα ημιχρονα των εντος αγώνων της Chelsea FC !! Και ποιός είναι πρόεδρος της Τσέλσι α? ::)

 ;D ;D ;D

The Field of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling:
"Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyn's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down.
Now you must raise our child with dignity."

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely harbor wall,
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived to hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fields_of_Athenry

Πολύ ωραίο τραγούδι ;)

Μια και το αρχίσαμε...


Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

"Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh",
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".

She was a fishmonger,
And sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

(chorus)

She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molly_Malone (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molly_Malone)

στην Ιρλανδια ολα αυτα τις ημερες του Αγ.Πατρικίου παίζανε στο repeat...

In Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July,
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there.

Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and
From Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I say's, say's I, to a passer-by,
"Whose the maid with the nut brown hair"?
He smiled at me and he says's, say's he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down".

Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Ouay and
From Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
That I met in the County Down.

At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.

και μια διασκευη που ακουω συχνα αυτες τις μερες :P


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10agPj0Vzu4

The Rocky Road to Dublin

In the merry month of June from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
In a brand new pair of brogues to rattle o'er the bogs
And frighten all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus):
One two three four five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin, Whack fol la de rah!

In Mullingan that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning bright and early
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking;
That's a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me darlin' style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it'd be a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)

From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin';
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobblin',
With a loud "hurray!" joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCoUj3kSwrc