CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL
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WALK ON THE WATER
(z LP "Creedence Clearwater Revival") Autorzy oficjalni T. Fogerty & J. Fogerty, ale z drugiej strony wiadomo, że był to jeden z nielicznych utworów Toma na płytach CCR. Inne, podobnie sygnowane, były dziełem Johna. Jeden z moich ulubionych utworów. Ma w sobie tzw. post-psychodelic-wave, do którego to nurtu próbowano klasyfikować CCR na początku.
"Późno wieczorem, poszedłem się przejść wzdłuż rzeki, koło domu. Nie wierzyłem własnym oczom, widząc człowieka chodzącego po wodzie. Szedł w moim kierunku wołając do mnie po imieniu, bym się nie obawiał. Ale zaczynam biec, mózg mi wali. Nie chcę odchodzić, nie, nie, nie...

Late last night, I went for a walk
Down by the river near my home
Couldn't believe, with my own eyes
And I swear I'll never leave my home again
I saw a man walking on the water
Coming right at me from the other side
Calling out my name; "Do not be afraid."
Feet begin to run, pounding in my brain
I don't want to go; I don't want to go
No, no, no, no, no...
I don't want to go
Mmmmmmm...

FORTUNATE SON
utwór znany także jako Vietnam War Song, ponieważ był jednym z ulubionych hitów amerykańskich żołnierzy w Wietnamie.
Początek tego kawałka mam w telefonie jako dzwonek
(J. Fogerty)
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE RAIN (J. Fogerty)
Jeden z większych hitów CCR, chociaż w oficjalnych zestawieniach nie królował na listach. No ale kiedy ukazał się album "Pendulum", trwał wysyp rozmaitych przebojów i pierwsze miejsce zmieniało się co tydzień. Ciekawostka, że wielu wykonawców sięgało po Have you ever... i kilkakrotnir były to hity. Pamiętam zabawne wykonanie Bonnie M., natomiast bardzo nie podoba mi się wersja Roda Stewarta. Fuj.
Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm,
I know; It's been comin' for some time.
When it's over, so they say,
It'll rain a sunny day,
I know; Shinin' down like water.
CHORUS:
I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?
Yesterday, and days before,
Sun is cold and rain is hard,
I know; Been that way for all my time.
'Til forever, on it goes
Through the circle, fast and slow, I know; It can't stop, I wonder.
CHORUS: I wanna know...
Yeah! CHORUS
Ktoś mi powiedział dawno temu, że jest cisza przed burzą; wiem, tak bywa; a po wszystkim ludzie mówią: deszczyk pada, słońce świeci... Wiem, promienie padają jak krople
Chcę wiedzieć, czy widziałeś kiedykolwiek deszcz nadchodzący w słoneczny dzień?
Wczoraj i wcześniej słońce jest zimne a deszcz silny
Wiem; to jest moja droga cały czas
Na zawsze to będzie trwać, poprzez okrąg szybko, wolno...
Wiem, nie mogę się zatrzymać... Dziwne.

BORN ON THE BAYOU (J. Fogerty)
Bayou Country to poezja sama w sobie. Nie czuję się ekspertem, trzeba żyć w Ameryce. No ale coś tam wiem. Zakola Missisipi tworzą wyjątkową krainę. Żyją tam trochę inni ludzie. Bo i historia tych terenów była oryginalna.
John dobrze poznał tamte klimaty.
Ciekawostka. Bayou Country została pokazana w filmie "Hard Target" z Jean-Claudem van Damme'm. Na koniec filmu zabrzmiało oczywiście "Born on the Bayou"
Now, when I was just a little boy,
Standin' to my Daddy's knee,
My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you
Do what he done to me."
'Cause he'll get you,
'Cause he'll get you now, now.
And I can remember the fourth of July,
Runnin' through the backwood, bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
Chorus:
Born on the Bayou;
Born on the Bayou;
Born on the Bayou.

Wish I was back on the Bayou.
Rollin' with some Cajun Queen.
Wishin' I were a fast freight train,
Just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans.
Chorus:
Do it, do it, do it, do it. Oh, Lord.
Oh get back boy.

I can remember the fourth of July,
Runnin' through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
Chorus:
All right! Do, do, do, do.
Mmmmmmm, oh.

BAD MOON RISING (J. Fogerty)
To kolejny utwór wykorzystany w kinie. Był tłem muzycznym horroru "Amerykański wilkołak". Ale jest jeszcze zabawna historia. Otóż w refrenie John śpiewa "bad moon on the rise" (zły księżyc wschodzi) tak niewyraźnie, że słychać "bathroom on the right" (łazienka na prawo). Po latach na koncercie John zrobił wygłup i naprawdę zaśpiewał "bathroom on the right" wzbudzając aplauz.
I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.
Chorus:
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
Chorus:
All right!

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.
Chorus:

PAGAN BABY (J. Fogerty)
Pagan Baby, won't you walk with me?
Pagan Baby, Come on home with me.
Pagan baby, Take me for a ride.
Roll me, baby, Roll your big, brown eyes.
Yeah! Ooh! Ooh!
Pagan Baby, Let me make your name.
Drive it, baby, Drive your big love game.
Pagan baby, What you got, I need.
Don't be savin', Spread your love on me.
Aah! Mm-mm-mm!
Pagan Baby, Now won't you rock with me?
Pagan baby, Lay your love on me.

Yeah, yeah!
Aah! Hey, hey!
Aah! Hey! Yeah!
Hey! Hey! Haaaaaaay

SUSIE Q
Oh Susie Q,
Oh Susie Q,
Oh Susie Q, baby I love you,
Susie Q.

I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk,
I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk, Susie Q.

(solo)

You say that you'll be true,
You say that you'll be true,
You say that you'll be true,
Baby I love you, Susie Q.

You say that you'll be mine,
You say that you'll be mine,
You say that you'll be mine,
Baby all the time, Susie Q.

Oh Susie Q,
Oh Susie Q,
Oh Susie Q baby I love you,
Susie Q.

I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk,
I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk, Susie Q.

PROUD MARY
To oczywiście kolejny utwór z klimatu bayou. Dumna Mary to nazwa parowca kursującego po Missisipi. Wielkie koła się obracają, a bohater utworu - jakiś biedak zasuwający w mieście dopiero na pokładzie Dumnej Mary myśli sobie, że może w mieście nie było tak źle...
Left a good job in the city,
Working for The Man every night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleeping,
Worrying 'bout the way things might have been.

CHORUS:
Big wheel keep on turning,
Proud Mary keep on burning,
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.

Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
Pumped a lot of 'tane down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
Until I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.

CHORUS

Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.
If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.
You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money,
People on the river are happy to give.

CHORUS

Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.

KEEP ON CHOOGLING
Keep on Choogling
Keep on Choogling
Keep on Choogling
Choogling,
Choogling.

Maybe you don't understand it.
But if you're a natural man,
You got to ball and have a good time
And that's what I call Choogling.

Here comes Mary looking for Harry,
She gonna choogle tonight.
Here comes Louie, works in the sewer,
He gonna choogle tonight.

CHORUS:
(primal screaming)

CHORUS

If you can choose it, who can refuse it,
You all be choogling tonight.
Go on, take your pick, right from the git go,
You gotta choogle tonight.

CHORUS

GREEN RIVER


Well, take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
Let me remenber the things I don't know,
Stopping at the log where catfish bite,
Walking along the river road at night,
Barefoot girls dancing in the moonlight.
I can hear the bullfrog calling me.
Wonder if my rope's still hanging to the tree.
Love to kick my feet 'way down the shallow water.
Shoefly, dragonfly, get back t'your mother.
Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River.
Welll!

Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh,
With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers
Old Cody, Junior took me over,
Said, "You're gonna find the world is smould'ring.
And if you get lost come on home to Green River."

Welllllll!
Come on home.

WROTE A SONG FOR EVERYONE
>Met myself a comin' county welfare line.
I was feelin' strung out, Hung out on the line.
Saw myself a goin', down to war in June.
All I want, All I want is to write myself a tune.

CHORUS:
Wrote A Song For Ev'ryone,
Wrote a song for truth.
Wrote A Song For Ev'ryone
And I couldn't even talk to you.

Got myself arrested, Wound me up in jail.
Richmond 'bout to blow up, Communication failed.
If you see the answer, now's the time to say.
All I want, All I want is to get you down to pray.

CHORUS

CHORUS

Saw the people standin' thousand years in chains.
Somebody said it's diff'rent now, look, it's just the same.
Pharoahs spin the message, round and round the truth.
They could have saved a million people, How can I tell you?

CHORUS

CHORUS

CHORUS

EFFIGY
Jeden z moich ulubionych utworów. Monotonny motyw wprowadza w trans. Tekst jak z psychoanalizy.
Last night
I saw a fire burning on
The palace lawn.
O'er the land
The humble subjects watched in mixed
Emotion.

CHORUS:
Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy.
Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy.

Last night
I saw the fire spreadin' to
The palace door.
Silent majority
Weren't keepin' quiet
Anymore.

CHORUS

Last night
I saw the fire spreadin' to
The country side.
In the mornin'
Few were left to watch
The ashes die.

CHORUS

Why?
Why?
Why?
Effigy.

TRAVELLIN BAND


Seven Thirty Seven coming out of the sky.
Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride,
I wanna move.

CHORUS:
Playing in a Traveling Band.Yeah!
Well, I'm flying 'cross the land, try'ing to get a hand,
Playing in a Traveling Band.

Take me to the hotel, Baggage gone, oh, well.
Come on, come on, won't you get me to my room,
I wanna move.

CHORUS:

Listen to the radio, Talking 'bout the last show.
Someone got excited, Had to call the State Militia,
Wanna move.

CHORUS:

Oh! WOW!

Here we come again on a Saturday night
Oh with your fussing and a fighting
Won't you get me to the rhyme,
I wanna move.

CHORUS:
Oh! WOW!

Oh! I'm playing in a Traveling Band;
Playing in a Traveling Band.
Won't you get me, take me hand
Well, I'm playing in a Traveling Band,
Well, I'm flying 'cross the land.
Trying to get a hand,
Playing in a Traveling Band,
OH! WOW!
Hey!