CANCIONES VARIAS 2

En este post recrearé canciones que dieron lugar a nombres de grupos:

En primer lugar destacar la canción de Muddy Waters, Rollin´Stone (Catfish Blues). Ellos siempre demostraron una gran admiración por este músico y los viejos blueseros como Robert Johnson aquel que vendió su alma al diablo en un cruce de caminos. Dicen que el nombre del grupo lo dió Brian Jones en una conversación telefónica con un organizador de conciertos.

Well, I wish I was a catfish,

swimmin in a oh, deep, blue sea

I would have all you good lookin women,

fishin, fishin after me

Sure 'nough, a-after me

Sure 'nough, a-after me

Oh 'nough, oh 'nough, sure 'nough

I went to my baby's house,

and I sit down oh, on her steps.

She said, "Now, come on in now, Muddy

You know, my husband just now left

Sure 'nough, he just now left

Sure 'nough, he just now left"

Sure 'nough, oh well, oh well

Well, my mother told my father,

just before hmmm, I was born,

"I got a boy child's comin,

He's gonna be, he's gonna be a rollin stone,

Sure 'nough, he's a rollin stone

Sure 'nough, he's a rollin stone"

Oh well he's a, oh well he's a, oh well he's a

Well, I feel, yes I feel,

feel that a low down time ain't long

I'm gonna catch the first thing smokin,

back, back down the road I'm goin

Back down the road I'm goin

Back down the road I'm goin

Sure 'nough back, sure 'nough back

No confundir el origen del nombre del grupo con la canción de Dylan, Like a Rolling Stone:

A continuación damos el paso al grupo británico del Ska revival o Two Tone, Madness. Banda que nombró su conjunto con el título de una de las canciones más celebradas de uno de los pioneros del ska, el jamaicano Prince Buster. De el tomaron, aparte de esta canción otros clásicos que hicieron suyos como Enjoy Yourself y One Step Beyond.

Madness, madness

They call it madness

Madness, madness

They call it madness

It is plain to see

That is what they mean to me

Madness, madness

I call it gladness

Madness, madness

They call it madness

Madness, madness

They call it madness

I'm about to explain

That someone is losing his brain

Madness, madness

They call it gladness

Propaganda ministers

Propaganda ministers

I've got a heavy due

I'm gonna walk all over you

'Cause

Madness, madness

I call it gladness

Well if this is madness

Man I know I'm filled with gladness

It's gonna be rougher

It's gonna be tougher

And I won't be the one who's gonna suffer

Oh no, I won't be the one who's gonna suffer

You are gonna be the one who's gonna suffer

Os pongo aquí otro video del grupo Madness, originaria de Prince Buster:

Ahora vamos con una banda estadounidense que sabiamente mezcló el punk con el hardcore y el reggae. Se trata de Bad Brain que tomo su nombre de la canción de los Ramones del mismo nombre:

I used to be an a student

i never used to complain

i used to be a truant

but i'm still the same

Bad bad brain

bad bad brain

I used to go to parties

i used to drink champagne

now i'm beginning to feel the strain

Bad bad brain

bad bad brain

I used to be in show biz

i used to have fortune and fame

i used to have pleasure and pain

i used to have a name

Bad bad brain

bad bad brain

Now i'm on the bowery

i can't remember my name

Bad bad brain

bad bad brain

Para terminar, nos encontramos con Judas Priest, uno de los grupos más influyentes de la invasión británica de heavy metal. Nada tenían que ver con los postulados pacifistas hippies, pero el origen de su nombre tiene raíz en una canción de Bob Dylan,The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest.

Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest

They were the best of friends

So when Frankie Lee needed more money one day

Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens

And placed them on a footstool

Just above the plotted plain

Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy

My loss will be your gain".

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down

And put his fingers to his chin

But with the cold eyes of Judas on him

His head began to spin

"Would ya please not stare at me like that", he said

"It's just my foolish pride

But sometimes a man must be alone

And this is no place to hide".

Well, Judas he just winked and said

"All right, I'll leave you here

But you'd better hurry up and choose

Which of those bills you want

Before they all disappear"

"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now

Just tell me where you''ll be".

Judas pointed down the road

And said, "Eternity"

"Eternity ?" said Frankie Lee

With a voice as cold as ice

"That's right", said Judas Priest, "Eternity

Though you might call it Paradise"

"I don't call it anything"

Said Frankie Lee with a smile

"All right", said Judas Priest

"I'll see you after a while".

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down

Feelin' low and mean

When just then a passing stranger

Burst upon the scene

Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler

Whose father is deceased ?

Well, if you are

There's a fellow callin' you down the road

And they say his name is Priest".

"Oh yes, he is my friend"

Said Frankie Lee in fright

"I do recall him very well

In fact, he just left my sight"

Yes, that's the one", said the stranger

As quit as a mouse.

"Well, my message is, he's down the road

Stranded in a house".

Well, Frankie Lee he panicked

He dropped ev'rythimg and ran

Until he came up to the spot

Where Judas Priest did stand

"What kind of a house is this", he said

"Where I have come to roam ?"

"It's not a house", said Judas Priest

"It's not a house, it's a home".

Well, Frankie Lee he trembled

He soon lost all control

Over ev'rything which he had made

While the mission bells did toll

He just stood there starring

At that big house as bright as any sun

With four and twenty windows

And a woman's face in ev'ry one.

Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee

With a soulful bounding leap

And foaming at the mouth

He began to make his midnight creep

For sixteen nights and days he raved

But on the seventeenth he burst

Into the arms of Judas Priest

Which is where he died of thirst.

No one tried to say a thing

When they carried him out in jest

Except of course, the little neighbor boy

Who carried him to rest

And he just walked along alone

Whit his guilt so well concealed

And muttered underneath his breath

"Nothing is revealed".

Well, the moral of the story

The moral of the song

Is simply that one should never be

Where ones does not belong

So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'

Help him with his load

And don't go mistaking Paradise

For that home across the road.

Vídeo sin desperdicio, o como vestir de tachuelas a los protagonistas de Perros Callejeros: