Covers vs originali

[Dragan]

Primetio sam da mladji narastaji cesto ne poznaju originale, bilo muzicke, bilo filmske, pa evo ovde mozemo staviti neke poznatije, posebno ako je cover popularniji.

Ima vec slicna tema, ali ovde bi bilo lepo ako bi stavili redom obradu, a pored toga original, sa datumima.

 

Najnovija, od poznatih 1996.

 

Verovatno najpoznatija - 1973.

 

Original - 1972.

 

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, to listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song

 

 

Edited September 5, 2022 by Dragan

[DameTime]

 

1964. 

 

 

2011.

 

Mada ni verzija grupe Animals nije original, čini mi se.

 

Edited September 5, 2022 by DameTime

[Dragan]

Kao i mnoge klasične narodne balade, autorstvo pjesme The House of Rising Sun je nejasno. Neki muzikolozi govore da se ona temelji na tradiciji balada koje su donijeli sa sobom prvi američki doseljenici u 18. vijeku poput pjesme Unfortunate Rake.

Orguljaš Alan Price iz Animalsa tvrdio je da je to izvorno engleska narodna pjesma iz 16. vijeka o bordelu iz Sohoa (London), te da su tu pjesmu engleski emigranti donijeli sa sobom u Ameriku, a tamo je doživjela prilagodbu na okružje New Orleansa .

Najstariji poznati postojeći muzički zapis te pjesme potječe iz 1933, a snimili su ga apalačijski muzičari Clarence "Tom" Ashley i Gwen Foster. Ashley je rekao da je pjesmu čuo svog djeda, Enocha Ashleya.

Nakon toga pjesmu je [[1938.] godine snimio Roy Acuff, potom ju je snimio i Woody Guthrie 1941 godine. Pjesmu je izveo i Frankie Laine pod nazivom New Orleans na svom albumu iz 1959 Balladeer. Pjesmu je također izvela i Joan Baez na svom istoimenom debi albumu 1960 godine.  Iste godine pjesmu je snimila i Miriam Makeba.

Pred kraj 1961 i Bob Dylan snimio je House of the Rising Sun na svom prvom albumu Bob Dylan, objavljenom u martu 1962

U jednom razgovoru s novinarima, pjevač Animalsa, rekao je da je tu pjesmu čuo prvi puta u jednom klubu iz Newcastla, gdje ju je otpjevala folk pjevačica Johnny Handle. Kako su Animalsi upravo tad bili na turneji sa Chuck Berryem, izabrali su upravo tu pjesmu, jer su htjeli nešto karakteristično izvesti.

 

1933.

 

There is a house way down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

Mother was a tailor, yeah, yeah
Sewed my Levi jeans
My father was a gamblin' man, yeah, yeah
Down, way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gamblin' man ever needs
Is a suitcase, Lord, and a trunk
And the only time a fool like him is satisfied
Is when he's all stone cold drunk

[Dragan]

1997.

 

1995. - "original"

 

Original 1993. - danski 🙂

 

 

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

Well you couldn't be that man that I adored
You don't seem to know, or seem to care what your heart is for
I don't know him anymore
There's nothin' where he used to lie
Our conversation has run dry
That's what's goin' on
Nothing's fine, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins and now
I don't care, I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can't touch, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's goin' on
Nothing's right, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late
I'm already torn

Torn

Oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Edited September 5, 2022 by Dragan

[Dragan]

2002.

 

1980. - "original"

 

Original - 1966.

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
I'm not the kind of man
Who gives up just like that
Oh, no

It's not the things you do that tease
And hurt me bad
But it's the way you do the things you do to me
I'm not the kind of man who gives up just like that
Oh, no

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
Number one (Number one)
Number one (Number one)

Every man wants you to be his girl
But I'll wait right here 'til it's my turn
I'm not the kind of man
Who gives up just like that
Oh, no

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
Number one, number one

Every time that I get the feeling
You give me something to believe in
Every time that I got you near me
I know the way that I want it to be
But u know I'm gonna take my chance now
I'm gonna make it happen somehow
And you know I can take the pressure
A moment's pain for a lifetime's pleasure

Every man wants you to be his girl
But I'll wait right here 'til it's my turn
I'm not the kind of man
Who gives up just like that
Oh, no

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one
The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one

Every time that I get the feeling
You give me something to believe in
Every time that I got you near me
I know the way that I want it to be
But u know I'm gonna take my chance now
I'm gonna make it happen somhow
And you know I can take the pressure
A moment's pain for a lifetime's pleasure

The tide is high but I'm holding on
I'm gonna be your number one

[Jezebel]

 

1977. Ram Jam - Black Betty

 

 

 

Whoa, Black Betty 
Whoa, Black Betty 
Black Betty had a child 
The damn thing gone wild 
She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" 
The damn thing gone blind 
I said oh, Black Betty 
Whoa, Black Betty 

She really gets me high 
You know that's no lie 
She's so rock steady 
And she's always ready 
Whoa, Black Betty 
Get it!

Whoa, Black Betty 
She's from Birmingham 
Way down in Alabam' 
Well, she's shakin' that thing 
Boy, she makes me sing 
Whoa, Black Betty 
Whoa, Black Betty
Bam-ba-laaam, yeah, yeah

[Dragan]

Mladjima je mozda poznatija ova verzija iz 2002.

Блацк Бетти ( Роуд 11668 ) је афроамеричка радна песма 20. века се обично наводи као аутор песме Блуз музичар Леадбелли , иако најранији снимци нису његови. Постоје бројни снимци дела, од цаппелла верзија до фолк и рок аранжмана . а Најпознатије верзије песме укључују Рам Јам , Том Јонес и Спидербаит , који су сви били хитови.

[Dragan]

1975.

 

Original - 1972.

 

Spoiler

I am sailing, I am sailing
Home again ′cross the sea
I am sailing, stormy waters
To be near you, to be free

I am flying, I am flying
Like a bird 'cross the sky
I am flying, passing high clouds
To be near you, to be free


Can you hear me, can you hear me
Through the dark night, far away?
I am dying, forever crying
To be with you, who can say

Can you hear me, can you hear me
Through the dark night far away?
I am dying, forever crying
To be with you, who can say

We are sailing, we are sailing
Home again ′cross the sea
We are sailing stormy waters
To be near you, to be free

Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free
Oh my Lord, to be near you, to be free
Oh my Lord, to be near you, to be free
Oh Lord

 

Edited September 6, 2022 by Dragan

[Dragan]

"American Pie" je pjesma koju je napisao američki folk rock kantautor Don McLean, te snimio i izdao na istoimenom albumu American Pie 1971. godine. Karakterizira je neobična dužina, kao i tekst koji je, iako načelno posvećen Buddyju Hollyju i drugim muzičarima stradalim u Danu kada je umrla muzika, namjerno kriptičan i podložan različitim tumačenjima. Usprkos svoje neobičnosti, pjesma (koja se kao singl pojavila na dvije strane ploče) je doživjela veliku popularnost i 1972. četiri tjedna bila na vrhu top-liste. Sam McLean je na pitanje što njen tekst znači odgovarao "to da više ne moram zarađivati za život".

 

2000.

 

Original - 1971.

 

Spoiler

Long long time ago, I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
This will be the day that I die

Did you write the Book of Love?
And do you have faith in God above?
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock 'n' roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Then I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died

I started singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
This will be the day that I die

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me

Oh and while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned

And while Lenin read a book of Marx
The Quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died

We were singing, bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
This will be the day that I die

Helter skelter in the summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass, the players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
This will be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
This will be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

And they were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"
This will be the day that I die

They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"

 

Edited September 6, 2022 by Dragan

[Dragan]

2001. za film Moulin Rouge

 

1974.

 

Продуцент и коаутор (са Кенијем Ноланом) Боб Кру, ова прича о 'романтичном' сусрету у Њу Орлеансу први пут се појавила у пролеће '74. на ЛП-у "Тхе Елевентх Хоур'с Греатест Хитс" и снимљена касније током године група ЛаБелле (Патти ЛаБелле, Сарах Дасх и Нона Хендрик), чија је верзија била на врху Билбордове Р&Б листе у фебруару 1975. и Хот 100 у марту.

 

Spoiler

Where's all my soul sistas?
Lemme hear ya'll flow, sistas
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista

He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?"
Oh, uh-huh

Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (hey, hey, hey)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here (here)
Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya (ooh, yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade
(What-what? What-what?)
Ooh, oh

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that Magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets' where he started to freak, yeah

Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (da-da-da)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here (ooh, yeah, yeah)
Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya (yeah, yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
(Ce soir, what, what, what?)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Ooh

Yeah, yeah, uh
We come through with the money and the garter belts
Let him know we 'bout that cake straight out the gate (uh)
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm sayin', "Why spend mine when I can spend yours?"
Disagree? Well, that's you, and I'm sorry
I'ma keep playing these cats out like Atari
Wear high heel shoes, get love from the dudes
Four badass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
Hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough, sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case, the meaning of expensive taste
If you wanna gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya (c'mon)
Mocha Chocolata (what?)
Creole Lady Marmalade
One more time, c'mon now

Marmalade (ooh)
Lady Marmalade (ooh, yeah, yeah)
Marmalade (no, yeah)

Hey, hey, hey
Touch of her skin, feeling silky smooth, hey
Color of café au lait, alright
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried
More (more), more (more), more

Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5 (9 to 5)
He's livin' the grey flannel life
But when he turns off to sleep, memories creep
More (more), more (more), more

Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (da-da, yeah)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here (ooh)
Mocha Chocolata (ohh), ya-ya (oh)
Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (Ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? (All my sistas, yeah)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (Ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ohh (c'mon, uh)

Christina (hey, oh)
P!nk (Lady Marmalade)
Lil' Kim (hey, hey, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Mya (oh-oh, oh, ohh)
Rockwilder, baby (baby)
Moulin Rouge (ooh-oh, da-duh, da-duh)
Misdemeanor here
Creole Lady Marmalade
Ooh, ooh-ooh, yes

 

Edited September 6, 2022 by Dragan

[Dragan]

Ovo mi je bas bilo iznenadjenje.

1970.

 

Original - 1968.

 

Spoiler

Got a black magic woman
Got a black magic woman
I've got a black magic woman
Got me so blind, I can't see
That she's a black magic woman
She's trying to make a devil outta me

Don't turn your back on me, baby
Don't turn your back on me, baby
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby
Stop messing 'round with your tricks
Don't turn your back on me, baby
You just might pick up my magic sticks

Got your spell on me, baby
You got your spell on me, baby
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby
Turning my heart into stone
I need you so bad, magic woman
I can't leave you alone

 

[Dragan]

1990.

 

1964.

 

Original - 1963.

 

Spoiler

Does he love me, I wanna know
How can I tell if he loves me so?

Oh, no, you'll be decieved
(Is it in his sighs?)
Oh, no he'll make believe
If you wanna know
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
If he loves you so
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
It's in his kiss
(That's where it is, oh yeah)

Oh no, it's just his charms
(In his warm embrace?)
OH no, that's just his arms
If you wanna know
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
If he loves you so
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
It's in his kiss
(That's where it is)
Oh, it's in his kiss
(That's where it is)

Whoa, Hug him and squeeze him tight
Find out what you wanna know
If it's love, if it really is
It's there in his kiss

Oh no, that's not the way
You're not listenin' to all I said
If you wanna know
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
If he loves you so
(Shoop, shoop, shoop, shoop)
It's in his kiss
(That's where it is)
Oh, It's in his kiss
(That's where it is)

 

[Radoye]

'Si znao da je i ovo obrada?

1978:
 

Original, 1976:
 

 

Jos obrada:

1989:
 

1995:
 

2005:
 

 

2009:
 

 

[Dragan]

Nisam znao. Ova poslednja verzija je ? veoma spora. 🙂

Fascinantno mi je kada neki cover postane "original", kao da je pesma bas bila stvorena za tu pevacicu/pevaca, ili neko drugo vreme,

od onoga u kome se pojavila i u kome evtl. nije imala uspeha.

 

Nenamerni plagijat - 1970. 🙂

 

Muzika original, tekst drugaciji - 1963.

 

Spoiler

My sweet Lord
My Lord
Mmm, my Lord

I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you, Lord
But it takes so long, my Lord

My sweet Lord
My Lord
My Lord

I really want to know you
Really want to go with you
Really want to show you, Lord
But it won't take long, my Lord (Hallelujah)

My sweet Lord (Hallelujah)
My Lord (Hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (Hallelujah)

Really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you, Lord
Really want to see you, Lord
But it takes so long, my lord (Hallelujah)

My sweet Lord (Hallelujah)
My Lord (Hallelujah)
My Lord (Hallelujah)

I really want to know you (Hallelujah)
Really want to go with you (Hallelujah)
Really want to show you, Lord (Ah, ah)
But it won't take long, my Lord (Ah, ah, hallelujah)

Mm, mm, mm (Hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (Hallelujah)
My, my Lord (Hallelujah)

Mm, mm, my Lord (Hare Krishna)
My, my, my Lord (Hare Krishna)
Oh, oh my sweet Lord (Krishna Krishna)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Hare Hare)

Now, I really want to see you (Hare Rama)
Really want to be with you (Hare Rama)
Really want to see you, Lord (Ah, ah)
But it takes so long, my Lord (Ah, ah, hallelujah)

Mm, my Lord (Hallelujah)
My, my, my Lord (Hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord (Hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord (Krishna Krishna)
My lord (Hare Hare)

Mm, mm (Gurur Brahma)
Mm, mm (Gurur Vishnu)
Mm, mm (Gurur Devo)
Mm, mm (Maheshwarah)

My sweet Lord (Guru Sakshata)
My sweet Lord (Parabrahma)
My, my, my Lord (Tasmayi Shree)
My, my, my, my Lord (Guruve namah)

My sweet Lord (Hare Rama)
(Hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord (Hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord (Krishna Krishna)
My lord (Hare Hare)

 

1987.

 

1962.

 

Spoiler

I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you

But it's gonna take money
A whole lotta spending money
It's gonne take plenty of money
To do it right, child

It's gonna take time
A whole lot of precious time
It's gonna take patience and time, mmm
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it right, child

I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you

And this time I know it's for real
The feelings that I feel
I know if I put my mind to it
I know that I really can do it

I got my mind set on you
(Set on you)
I got my mind set on you
(Set on you)

But it's gonna take money
A whole lotta spending money
It's gonna take plenty of money
To do it right, child

It's gonna take time
Whole lot of precious time
It's gonna take patience and time, mmm
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it right

I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you

And this time I know it's for real
The feelings that I feel
I know if I put my mind to it
I know that I really can do it

But it's gonna take money
A whole lotta spending money
It's gonna take plenty of money
To do it right, child

It's gonna take a-time
A whole lot of precious time
It's gonna take patience and time, mmm
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it right

I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you

 

Edited September 6, 2022 by Dragan

[Radoye]

Mnogi misle da je i ovo original:

 

1971:

 

Poznata je i ova obrada iz 1986:
 

Meni je posebno draga ova verzija iz 2015:
 

 

 

Ali, pesma je zapravo mnogo starija - npr. ovo iz 1966:
 

A ni to zapravo nije original - nego ovo:
 

 

[Dragan]

1971.

 

Autor - 1970.

 

Prvi snimak - 1969.  (koja razlika u odnosu na Jenis)

 

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose !

Spoiler

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

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

Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no-no
And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

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

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

Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
That feelin' good was good enough for me, mmm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La-da-da, la-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, Bobby McGee, yeah
La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
La, la-la-la-da-da- Bobby McGee, oh yeah

La-da-da, la-da-da, la, da-da, la, da-da
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-di-da
Hey now, Bobby now, now Bobby McGee, yeah
Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, lo-da-da, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Hey now, Bobby now, now Bobby McGee, yeah

Well, I wanna call him my lover, call him my man
I said, I call him my lover, did the best I can, come on
Hey now, Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah
Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, a Lord, oh
Hey-hey-hey, Bobby McGee, Lord

 

[Dragan]

2017. novi tekst

 

2001. promene u tekstu

 

1965.

 

Original - 1953.

 

Spoiler

My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."

Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-ko, I-ko, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né

Look at my king all dressed in red I-ko, I-ko, un-day.
I bet-cha five dol-lars he'll kill you dead, jock-a-mo fee na-né

Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-ko, I-ko, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né

My flag boy and your flag boy were
Sit-tin' by the fire. - My flag boy told
Your flag boy: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."

Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né

See that guy all dressed in green? I-KO, I-KO, un-day.
He's not a man, he's a lov-in' ma-chine
Jock-a mo fee na-né

Talk-in' 'bout, hey now! Hey now! I-ko, I-ko, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né

 

[Ne sam Safete]

Imali smo/imamo topik za cover-e, kao da su dva previse ... ali ko sam ja da sudim 🙂

[Dragan]

5 minutes ago, Ne sam Safete said:

Imali smo/imamo topik za cover-e, kao da su dva previse ... ali ko sam ja da sudim 🙂

Video sam temu, ali mi tamo nedostaju originali, tekst i mozda neka prica o nastanku.

Moderatori ih mogu spojiti ako hoce.

[Ne sam Safete]

3 minutes ago, Dragan said:

Video sam temu, ali mi tamo nedostaju originali, tekst i mozda neka prica o nastanku.

 

to je zbog toga sto smo ulijenili 🙂

 

edit: nekako mi je razrudjen muzicki pdf, zbog toga zamjerka

Edited September 7, 2022 by Ne sam Safete

[DameTime]

Ja razumem Draganovu ideju, na topiku Covers samo okačimo link ka nekom coveru i to je to. Meni ova tema ima smisla.

 

P.S. Muzika je sama po sebi razruđena, tako da smo u koraku sa tematikom 😄 

[freethrow]

 

inače cela kompilacija Virus 100 je prilično dobra.

[Dragan]

1992.

 

Original - 1974.

 

Spoiler

If I should stay
Well I would only be in your way
And so I'll go, and yet I know
I'll think of you each step of the way

And I will always love you
I will always love you

Bitter-sweet memories
That's all I'm taking with me
Good-bye, please don't cry
'Cause we both know that I'm not
What you need

But I will always love you
I will always love you

And I hope life, will treat you kind
And I hope that you have all
That you ever dreamed of
Oh I do wish you joy
And I wish you happiness
But above all this
I wish you love
I love you
I will always love you

I, I will always, always love you
I will always love you
I will always love you
I will always love you

 

1987.

 

Original - 1955.

 

Spoiler

Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh)
Pretending I'm doing well (ooh ooh)
My need is such I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell

Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh)
Adrift in a world of my own (ooh ooh)
I play the game but to my real shame
You've left me to dream all alone

Too real is this feeling of make believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal

Ooh ooh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh)
Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh)
I seem to be what I'm not (you see)
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around

Yeah ooh hoo
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal

Oh yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh)
I seem to be what I'm not you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're
Pretending that you're still around

 

[Jezebel]

On 9/6/2022 at 8:42 AM, Dragan said:

Mladjima je mozda poznatija ova verzija iz 2002.

 

 

Znam, znam, nego nisam htela da smaram  sa 115 obrada pa sam okacila samo original iz Texas zatvora 1933 i jednu od obrada.. 

[Milenko Puzigaca]

 

Evo malo jeres(i)

 

 

 

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