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miércoles, 4 de mayo de 2011

VERSIONES VARIAS 6

Sexta entrega de los post dedicados a versiones. En este capítulo nos centraremos en los rolling stones. En su origen era un grupo que se dedicaba ha hacer versiones de viejos clásicos de blues americano, hasta que su manager Mr Oldham, encerró a Jagger y a Richards en una cocina para escribir temas, creando aquella noche "As teard goes by" y otros:

Para empezar una versión de los primeros temas escritos por los Glimmer Twins, Tell me:



I want you back again
i want your love again
i know you find it hard to reason with me
but this time it's different, darling you'll see
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You said we're through before
you walked out on me before
i tried to tell you, but you didn't want to know
this time you're different and determined to go
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
I wait as the days go by
i long for thenights to go by
i hear the knock on my door that never comes
i hear the telephone that hasn't rung
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me
you gotta tell me you're coming back to me

Allá por finales de los 70, Dead Boys realizó su versión :


Hacia finales del 69 crean Gimme Shelter :



Ooh, a storm is threatening my very life today
if i don't get some shelter, oh yeah i'm gonna fade away
war, children, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
war, children, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
ooh, see the fire is sweepin, our very streets today
burns like a red coal carpet, mad bull lost its way
rape, murder, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
rape, murder, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
rape, murder, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
mmm, the flood is threatening, my very life today
gimme, gimme shelter, or i'm gonna fade away
war, children, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
it's just a shot away, it's just a thaught away, it's just a shot away
i said, love, sister, it's just a kiss away, it's just a kiss away
it's just a kiss away, it's just a kiss away, kiss away, kiss away, yeah

The Hellacopters en 1997 :



El siguiente single del 68, Junping Jack Flash, la canción preferida de los stones de Keith Richards:



Watch it
i was born in a crossfire hurricane
and i howled at my ma in the drivin' rain
but it's all right now
in fact it's a gas
but it's all right
i'm jumpin' jack flash
it's a gas, gas, gas
I was raised by a toothless bearded hag
i was schooled with a strap right across my back
but it's all right now
in fact it's a gas
but it's all right
jumpin' jack flash it's a gas, gas, gas, gas
I was drowned, i was washed up and left for dead
i fell down to my feet and i saw they bled
i frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread
i was crowned with a spike right through my head
but it's all right
in fact it's a gas
but it's all right
i'm jumpin' jack flash, it's a gas, gas, gas
jumpin' jack flash, it's a gas
jumpin' jack flash, it's a gas
jumpin' jack flash, it's a gas

Motorhead de su disco Bastards :



De su disco Aftermath de 1966, Out ot time :



You don't know what's going on
You've been away for far too long
You can't come back and think you are still mine
You're out of touch, my baby
My poor discarded baby
I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
You are all left out
Out of there without a doubt
'Cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

You thought you were a clever girl
Giving up your social whirl
But you can't come back and be
the first in line, on no
You're obsolete my baby
My poor old-fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes, you are left out
Out of there without a doubt
'Cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Los Ramones en 1993, la incluyeron en su disco de versiones "Acid Eaters" :



De 1968 la samba-rock Simpathy for the devil, en esta ocasión en directo desde Altamont:



Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(woo woo, woo woo)

I shouted out,
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
(who who, who who)

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(woo woo, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
(who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(who who, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(woo woo, who who)

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(who who, who who)

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(woo woo)
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
(who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
(woo woo, woo woo)

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
(woo woo)

Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame

Oh, who
woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah

What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Woo woo
Woo woo

Los Guns and Roses para la banda sonora de Entrevista con el vampiro :

miércoles, 16 de febrero de 2011

TRAS EL AS DE PICAS


Después de ser expulsado del grupo psicodélico Hawkwind, tras un período en una cárcel canadiense. El señor Lemmy Kilmister, formaría un proyecto al que bautizó como Bastards. Renunciando a su nombre inicial para rebautizarse como Motorhead (término inglés con el que se determina a los consumidores habituales de anfetaminas).Varios músicos han pasado por esta formación, la que fue considerada como "la mejor peor banda del mundo",pero quedando inalterable la figura de su lider Lemmy. 

Hacia 1977, Motorhead editaría su albúm homónimo, al que le seguirían, los bombazos On Parole y Bomber, para editar en 1980 el disco que ocupa este post, Ace of Spaces. Disco que llegó al número 4 de las listas británicas, que contiene entre otras piezas, el tema que da nombre al album, que narra la historia de un jugador de cartas, que prefiere llevar una vida intensa a una aburrida y tranquila. Para posteriores ediciones, y remitido en este post, el disco incluye el ep grabado junto a las Girls School, "Massacre at the San Valentine´s Day".

Los álbumes Overkill, Bomber, Ace of Spades, y particularmente No Sleep ‘til Hammersmith, dan a Motörhead la reputación de una las mejores bandas de Heavy Metal Británico. Aún así Lemmy dice que siempre ha estado semejado sobre todo estéticamente, a grupos como Damned antes que ha Black Sabbath. La banda es clasificada como Heavy metal o Speed metal y una de las grandes influencias para el Trash Metal, aunque, Lemmy nunca a considerado a Motorhead como una banda de metal. Él siempre ha dicho que siempre estuvo antes que el  metal y que considera que lo que el hace, es simplemente Rock and Roll.
Lo que esta claro es que la calidad y la potencia de estre power trio, esta por encima de toda calificación y encasillamiento. El carisma de su lider es indiscutible, sólo comparado quizás, al de un Keith Richards, gente que cuando cagan, mean, actúan, tocan y respiran lo hacen destilando rock and roll. Su pose: cantando con la cabeza en alto y desafiante, y aporreando el bajo, tocando todas las cuerdas a la vez... es una de las más características después de casi treinta cinco años de rock and roll. Por todo esto, además de saber haber transmitido su desbordante energía, a tres generaciones de rockeros y llevar una vida frenética (incluso a sus ya 66 castañas), Lemmy es considerado por muchos como, simplemente Dios...


MOTORHEAD - THE ACE OF SPACES - 1980

 Ace of Spades en directo:



Emergency :



Motorhead y Girl School, Please don´t Touch en Top of the Tops:

lunes, 14 de febrero de 2011

VERSIONES VARIAS 3

He aquí, unas cuantas versiones de los Sex Pistols:



Por Motorhead:



God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

God save the queen
She ain't no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future, no future,
No future for you

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
'Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems

Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid

When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future, your future

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
We mean it man
And there is no future
In England's dreaming

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future,
No future for me

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future
For you





Por Motley Crüe:



Right! now
ha ha ha ha ha...

I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want
But I know how to get it
I wanna destroy passerby

'Cause I wanna be Anarchy
No dogsbody

Anarchy for the UK
It's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop at traffic line
Your future dream is a sharpie's scheme

'Cause I wanna be Anarchy
In the city

How many ways to get what you want
I use the best
I use the rest
I use the N.M.E
I use Anarchy

'Cause I wanna be Anarchy
It's the only way to be

Is this the M.P.L.A or
Is this the U.D.A or
Is this the I.R.A
I thought it was the UK
Or just another country
Another council tenancy

I wanna be Anarchy
And I wanna be Anarchy
(Oh what a name)
And I wanna be anarchist
I get pissed, destroy!




Por Velvet Revolver:



She was a girl from Birmingham
She just had an abortion
She was case of insanity
Her name was Pauline, she lived in a tree

She was a no one who killed her baby
She sent her letters from the country
She was an animal
She was a bloody disgrace

Body! I'm not an animal
Body! I'm not an animal

Dragged on a table in factory
Illegitimate place to be
In a packet in a lavatory
Die little baby screaming
Body screaming fucking bloody mess
Not an animal
It's an abortion

Body! I'm not animal
Mummy! I'm not an abortion

[Spoken]
Throbbing squirm,
gurgling bloody mess
I'm not a discharge
I'm not a loss in protein
I'm not a throbbing squirm

Fuck this and fuck that
Fuck it all and fuck a fucking brat
She don't wanna baby that looks like that
I don't wanna baby that looks like that
Body, I'm not an animal
Body, an abortion

Body! I'm not an animal
Body! I'm not an animal
An animal
I'm not an animal.....
I'm not an abortion.....

Mummy! UGH!




Por Joan Jet and the Blackhearts:



There's no point in asking, you'll get no reply
Oh just remember I don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find us out to lunch

Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
A vacant

Don't ask us to attend 'cos we're not all there
Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care
I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real
So stop you're cheap comment 'cos we know what we feel

Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant ah
But now and we don't care

There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Oh just remember a don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find me out to lunch
We're out on lunch

Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty ah
But now and we don't care

We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant
We're pretty
A pretty vacant

And we don't care