878 – The Archies – Sugar sugar (1969)

Escrita por Andy Kim e Jeff Barry, foi lançada em 24 de maio de 1969 pelos Archies, em um compacto que tinha Melody Hill como Lado B. Chegou ao número 1 nos charts pop amercianos, ficando nessa posição por 4 semanas. Foi também número 1 no Reino Unido por 8 semanas. Também foi número 1 no Canadá. É o número 78 dos 100 maiores compactos de todos os tempos da Billboard. Chegou também ao número 1 na Africa do Sul.

No ano seguinte, Wilson Pickett iria regrava-la e seria um outro hit.

A letra:

Sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you got me wanting you

Honey, ah sugar sugar
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you

I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you
(I just can't believe it's true)
I just can't believe the one to love this feeling to
(I just can't believe it's true)

Ah sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you
Ah honey, ah sugar sugar
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you

When I kissed you, girl, I knew how sweet a kiss could be
(I know how sweet a kiss can be)
Like the summer sunshine pour your sweetness over me
(Pour your sweetness over me)

Oh sugar, pour a little sugar on it honey
Pour a little sugar on it baby
I'm gonna make your life so sweet, yeah yeah yeah
Pour a little sugar on it oh yeah
Pour a little sugar on it honey
Pour a little sugar on it baby
I'm gonna make your life so sweet, yeah yeah yeah
Pour a little sugar on it honey

Ah sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you
Oh honey, honey, sugar sugar
(Honey, honey, sugar sugar)
You are my candy girl

A versão dos Archies:

A versão de Wilson Pickett:

A versão de Alex Chilton:

0090 – Brother love's Traveling Salvation show - Neil Diamond (1969)

Escrita por Neil Diamond, foi gravada entre o final de 1968 e início de 1969, e lançada no compacto que tinha A modern day version of love como Lado B, em 29 de janeiro de 1969 e lançada depois no disco de mesmo nome, em 4 de abril de 1969. Foi produzida por Tommy Cogbill e Chips Moman. Chegou ao número 22 do Billboard Hot 100. Conta a história de Brother Love, um evangelista que viaja de cidade em cidade, pregando. Foi regravada por Peggy Lee, Dolly Parton e Sonny and Cher, entre outros artistas.

Hot August night
And the leaves hanging down
And the grass on the ground smelling sweet

Move up the road
To the outside of town
And the sound of that good gospel beat

Sits a ragged tent
Where there ain't no trees
And that gospel group
Telling you and me

It's love, Brother Love say
Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies
And grab the old ladies
And everyone goes
'Cause everyone knows
Brother Love's show

Room gets suddenly still
And when you'd almost bet
You could hear yourself sweat, he walks in

Eyes black as coal
And when he lifts his face
Every ear in the place is on him

Starting soft and slow
Like a small earthquake
And when he lets go
Half the valley shakes

It's love, Brother Love say
Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies
And grab the old ladies
And everyone goes
'Cause everyone knows
'Bout Brother Love's show

Hallelujah, brothers
Halle-hallelujah
I said brothers
(Hallelujah) Now you got yourself two good hands
(Halle-hallelujah) And when your brother is troubled
You gotta reach out your one hand for him
(Hallelujah) 'Cause that's what it's there for
(Halle-hallelujah) And when your heart is troubled
You gotta reach out your other hand
(Hallelujah) Reach it out to the man up there
(Halle-hallelujah) 'Cause that's what he's there for

Take my hand in yours
Walk with me this day
In my heart I know
I will never stray

Halle, halle, halle, halle, halle, halle, halle

Love, Brother Love say
Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies
And grab the old ladies
And everyone goes

I say love, Brother Love say
Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show
(Halle, halle)
Pack up the babies
And grab the old ladies
And everyone goes

Love, Brother Love say
Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show

A versão de Neil Young ao vivo em 1971:

A versão de Dolly Parton:

A versão de Sonny e Cher:

876 – The Beatles – Maxwell's silver hammer (1969)

Escrita por Paul McCartney, mas creditada à dupla Lennon/McCartney, foi gravada em 9 a 11 de julho e 6 de agosto de 1969 e lançada em 26 de setembro de 1969 no álbum Abbey Road. A letra é obscura, sobre um estudante de medicina que mata três pessoas com um martelo. Os outros três Beatles detestaram a música.

Paul cantou, fez backing vocals, tocou piano, guitarras e sintetizador. George Harrison fez backing vocals, tocou violão e guitarra solo e baixo de seis cordas. Ringo fez backing vocal, tocou bateria e bigorna. George Martin tocou orgão.

A letra:

Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical
Science in the home
Late nights all alone with a test tube
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine
Calls her on the phone
"Can I take you out to the pictures
Joa, oa, oa, oan?"

But as she's getting ready to go
A knock comes on the door

Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead

Back in school again Maxwell plays the fool again
Teacher gets annoyed
Wishing to avoid and unpleasant
Sce, e, e, ene

She tells Max to stay when the class has gone away
So he waits behind
Writing fifty times "I must not be
So, o, o, o"

But when she turns her back on the boy
He creeps up from behind

Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead

P. C. Thirty-one said, "We caught a dirty one"
Maxwell stands alone
Painting testimonial pictures
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Rose and Valerie, screaming from the gallery
Say he must go free
(Maxwell must go free)
The judge does not agree and he tells them
So, o, o, o

But as the words are leaving his lips
A noise comes from behind

Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon his head
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that he was dead

Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Silver hammer man

A versão dos Beatles:

A versão do Student Loan Stringband:

A versão de Elisa Jane:

0083 – The Boxer - Simon and Garfunkel (1969)

Escrita por Paul Simon, foi gravada em novembro de 1968 e lançada em 21 de março de 1969, no compacto que tinha Baby driver como Lado B. Sairia depois no disco Bridge over troubled water, em 26 de janeiro de 1970. Foi produzida pela dupla e por Roy Halee. É altamente autobiográfica e foi escrita em uma época em que Paul achava que estava sendo criticado injustamente. Chegou ao número 7 no Billboard Hot100. Chegou ao número 1 no Canadá, número 2 na Holanda e Áustria e número 3 na Africa do Sul. É a canção número 106 da lista da revista Rolling Stone 500 greatest songs of all time. Foi regravada por Bob Dylan, Neil Diamond e Emmylou Harris, entre outros artistas.

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles
Such are promises

All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know

Lie la lie, lie la la la lie la lie, lie la lie
Lie la la la lie la lie, la la la la lie

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue

I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

La la la la la la la

Lie la lie, lie la la la lie la lie, lie la lie
Lie la la la lie la lie, la la la la lie

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him 'til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie, lie la la la lie la lie, lie la lie
Lie la la la lie la lie, la la la la lie...

A versão de Paul Simon:

A versão de Alison Krauss e Shawn Colvin:

A versão de Mark Knopfler:

874 – Rod Stewart – Dirty old town (1969)

Escrita por Ewan MacColl em 1949 e foi gravada por inúmeros artistas antes, mas escolhemos a versão de Rod Stewart para adentrar na nossa lista.

Foi escrita sobre Salford, Lancashire, na Inglaterra, onde MacColl nasceu e cresceu. O primeiro verso fala do Gaswork Croft e do Old Canal, que era o canal Manchester, Bolton & Bury.

Foi gravada também pelos Pogues, Chad and Jeremy, U2, Simple Minds, entre outros artistas.

A letra:

Found my love by the gaswork croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town

I heard a siren from the dock
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the sulfured wind
Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town

We're goin' to take a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
And we'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town

And oh we'll chop you down
Oh, dirty, dirty, dirty old town
Dirty old town, dirty old town
And oh whoa-oh dirty old town
Chop you down one of these days

A versão de Rod Stewart:

A versão dos Pogues ao vivo em 2012:

A versão do Celtic Social Club:

873 – B.J. Thomas – Raindrops keep falling on my head (1969)

Escrita por Hal David e Burt Bacharach, foi lançada em outubro de 1969 por BJ Thomas em um compacto que tinha Never had it so good como Lado B. Foi feita pro filme Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid, de 1969 e ganhou o Oscar como Melhor Canção Original.

Chegou ao número 1 nos Estados Unidos, Canadá e Noruega, também ao número 38 no Reino Unido. Em 14 de março de 1970, já havia vendido 2 milhões de cópias.

Foi regravada por Dionne Warwick, Johnny Mathis, Perry Como, The Four Tops, Andy Williams, Bobbie Gentry, entre outros artistas.

A letra:

Raindrops are falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

So I just did me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleeping on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep fallin'

But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me
Won't defeat me, it won't be long
'Till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me

It won't be long 'till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I'm free, 'cause nothing's worrying me

A versão de B.L. Thomas:

A versão de Bobbie Gentry:

A versão de Dean Martin:

872 – The Beatles – Only a Northern song (1969)

Escrita por George Harrison, foi gravada em 13 e 14 de fevereiro e 10 de abril de 1967 e lançada em 13 de janeiro de 1969 no disco Yellow Submarine. Foi gravada na verdade durante as sessões de Sgt. Pepper's, mas não foi inclusa no disco.

George escreveu-a sobre sua insatisfação sobre a Northern Songs, pois ela havia sido aberta na bolsa e os acionistas tinham mais direito sobre as músicas dos Beatles do que eles mesmos. Lennon e McCartney tinham 15% cada e George e Ringo apenas 0,8%. Assim, Lennon e McCartney tinham mais lucro com as músicas de George do que ele mesmo.

George Harrison cantou, tocou orgao, falou e fez barulhos. John tocou piano, falou e fez barulho. Paul tocou baixo, trompete e fez barulho. Ringo tocou bateria e fz barulhos.

A letra:

If you're listening to this song
You may think the chords are going wrong
But they're not
We just wrote them like that

If you're listening late at night
You may think the band are not quite right
But they are
The just play it like that

And it doesn't really matter what chords I play
What words I say
Or time of day it is
As it's only a Northern song

It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear
What words I pair
Or if my hair is brown
'Cause it's only a Northern song

If you think the harmony
Is a little dull and out of key
You're correct
'Cause there's nobody there

And it's only there's no one there

A versão dos Beatles:

A versão de Gavin Pring:

A versão de Thee Experience:

871 – The Box Tops – Soul deep (1969)

Escrita por Wayne Carson Thompson, foi gravada inicialmente por Robbie Lane and The Disciples, em 1966. Mas a versão escolhida aqui foi a dos Box Tops, lançada em junho de 1969, em um compacto que tinha The Happy Song como Lado B.

A versão dos Box Tops chegou ao número 22 no Reino Unido e numero 18 nos Estados Unidos. Número 7 na Australia e Canadá chegaram ao número 9. Na Africa do Sul chegaram ao número 2.

A letra:

Darlin' I don't know much
I know I love you so much
A lot depends on your touch
My love is a river running soul deep
A way down inside me it's a soul deep
Too big to hide, can't be denied
Love is a river running soul deep

I worked myself to euphoria
Just to show I adore ya
There's nothing I wouldn't do for ya
Cause my love is a river running soul deep
A way down inside me it's a soul deep
Too big to hide, can't be denied
Love is a river running soul deep

All I ever, ever hoped to be
Depends on your love for me
If you believe me, if you should leave me
I'd be nothing but a jilted male
I know darned well, I could tell, but

I don't know much
I know I love you so much
A lot depends on your touch
My love is a river running soul deep
A way down inside me it's a soul deep
Too big to hide, can't be denied
Love is a river running soul deep
My love is a river running soul deep
A way down inside me it's a soul deep
My love is a river running soul deep
A way down inside me it's a soul deep
My love is a river running soul deep
A way down inside me it's a soul deep

A versão dos Box Tops:

A versão de Gin Blossoms:

A versão dos Red Caps:

870 – Neil Diamond – Sweet Caroline (1969)

Escrita por Neil Diamond, foi lançada em junho de 1969 em um compacto que tinha Dig in como Lado B. Chegou ao número 4 dos charts Billboard Hot 100 e recebeu disco de ouro em 18 de agosto de 1969 por vendas acima de 1 milhão de cópias. Chegou também ao número 8 no Reino Unido.

A inspiração foi Caroline, filha de John Kennedy, que tinha 11 anos na época em que foi escrita. Neil cantou-a pra ela quando a mesma fez 50 anos em 2007. Em 2014, havia vendido mais de 2 milhões de cópias digitais nos Estados Unidos.

Neil Diamond cantou e tocou violão. Tommy Cogbill tocou baixo, Gene Chrisman tocou bateria, Bobby Emmons tocou teclado e Reggie Young tocou guitarra.

Foi regravada por Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra, entre outros artistas.

A letra:

Where it began, I can't begin to knowing
But then I know it's growing strong
Was in the spring
Then spring became the summer
Who'd have believed you'd come along

Hands, touching hands
Reaching out, touching me, touching you

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I'd be inclined
To believe they never would
But now I

Look at the night and it don't seem so lonely
We filled it up with only two
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulders
How can I hurt when I'm holding you

One, touching one
Reaching out, touching me, touching you

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I'd be inclined
To believe they never would
Oh no, no

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
Sweet Caroline
I believe they never could

Sweet Caroline

A versão de Neil Diamond:

A versão de Elvis Presley:

A versão de Frank Sinatra:

869 – The Beatles – You never give me your money (1969)

Escrita por Paul McCartney mas creditada à dupla Lennon/McCartney, foi gravada em 1, 15, 30 e 31 de julho e 5 de agosto e lançada em 26 de setembro de 1969 no disco Abbey Road. Fala sobre as dificuldades que a banda enfrentava na época.

Foi escrita por Paul enquanto ele estava na casa da sua noiva Linda em New York City em março de 1969, pouco depois de gravarem o que seria o disco Let it be, que seria lançado apenas em 1970. John e Paul estavam próximos de perderem o controle sobre suas próprias canções. Paul estava à frente dos negócios da banda desde que Brian havia morrido, mas começava a perceber que a dinamica da banda estava chegando ao fim.

Paul estava contra os outros três. Paul disse que fez essa música com Allen Klein na cabeça. Klein era o cara que os outros três estavam confiando para ser o manager da banda.

Paul cantou e fez backing vocals, tocou piano, baixo, tape loops e wind chimes. John tocou guitarra ritmica e fez backing vocals. George Harrison tocou guitarra solo e fez backing vocals. Ringo tocou bateria e pandeiro.

A letra:

You never give me your money
You only give me your funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations
You break down

I never give you my number
I only give you my situation
And in the middle of investigation
I break down

Out of college, money spent
See no future, pay no rent
All the money's gone,
Any jobber got the sack
Monday morning, turning back
Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
Oh, that magic feeling
Nowhere to go, nowhere to go

One sweet dream
Pick up the bags and get in the limousine
Soon we'll be away from here
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away
One sweet dream came true today
Came true today
Came true today (yes, it did)

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
All good children go to Heaven

A versão dos Beatles:

A versão de Vanderzee:

A versão de Paul McCartney:

868 – Joe Dassin – Le chemin de papa (1969)

Escrita por Joe Dassin e Pierre Delanoe, foi lançada em 1969 no mesmo compacto que Les Champs-Élysées. Chegou ao número 4 na Bélgica.

A letra:

Il était un peu poète et un peu vagabond
Il n´avait jamais connu ni patrie, ni patron
Il venait de n´importe où, allait aux quatre vents
Mais dedans sa roulotte nous étions dix enfants
Et le soir, autour d´un feu de camp
On rêvait d´une maison blanche en chantant

Qu´il est long, qu´il est loin, ton chemin, papa
C´est vraiment fatigant d´aller où tu vas
Qu´il est long, qu´il est loin, ton chemin, papa
Tu devrais t´arrêter dans ce coin

Mais il ne nous écoutait pas et dès le petit jour
La famille reprenait son voyage au long cours
A peine le temps pour notre mère de laver sa chemise
Et nous voilà repartis pour une nouvelle Terre Promise
Et le soir, autour d´un feu de camp
Elle rêvait d´une maison blanche en chantant

Qu´il est long, qu´il est loin, ton chemin, papa
C´est vraiment fatigant d´aller où tu vas
Qu´il est long, qu´il est loin, ton chemin, papa
Tu devrais t´arrêter dans ce coin

Et c´est ainsi que cahotant à travers les saisons
C´est ainsi que regardant par-dessus l´horizon
Sans même s´en apercevoir notre père nous a semés
Aux quatre coins du monde comme des grains de blé
Et quelque part au bout de l´univers
Roule encore la vieille roulotte de mon père

Qu´il est long, qu´il est loin, ton chemin, papa
C´est vraiment fatigant d´aller où tu vas
Qu´il est long, qu´il est loin, ton chemin, papa
Tu devrais t´arrêter dans ce coin

A versão de Joe Dassin:

A versão de Danohé Terrasier:

A versão de Raphael Torr:

0005 – After hours - The Velvet Underground (1969)

Escrita por Lou Reed, foi gravada em novembro de 1968, em Holywood, California e lançada em março de 1969 no disco chamado apenas de The Velvet Underground. Maureen Tucker cantou porque Lou Reed disse que a canção era inocente e pura demais pra ele mesmo poder cantar. O estilo parece com o estilo Tin Pan Alley, dos anos 30 e só tem ela cantando, Lou Reed no violão e Doug Yule no baixo. Foi regravada pelo R.E.M., pelo Blind Melon, por Meg White, por Anthony Kiedis e por Eddie Vedder, entre outros artistas.

One, two, three

If you close the door
The night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
And say hello to never

All the people are dancing
And they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again

If you close the door
The night could last forever
Leave the wine glass out
And drink a toast to never

Oh, someday I know
Someone will look into my eyes
And say hello
You're my very special one

But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again

Dark party bars, shiny Cadillac cars
And the people on subways and trains
Looking grey in the rain as they stand disarrayed
Oh, but people look well in the dark

And If you close the door
The night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
And say hello to never

All the people are dancing
And they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me

'Cause if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again
I'd never have to see the day again, once more
I'd never have to see the day again

A versão do Velvet Underground:

A versão de Carl Barât:

A versão de Maria Susanne Ericksen:

866 – The Beatles – It's all too much (1969)

Escrita por George Harrison, foi gravada em 25 e 26 de maio e 2 de junho de 1967 e lançada em 13 de janeiro de 1969 no disco Yellow Submarine. Fala sobre os temas do Verao do Amor de 1967. Foi gravada logo após o término do Sgt. Peppers.

George fala da sua experiencia com o LSD, embora tenha deixado o uso da droga logo após sua visita ao Haight-Ashbury em agosto de 1967.

George Harrison cantou, tocou orgao Hamond, guitarra solo, fez backing vocals e bateu palmas. John Lennon fez backing vocal, tocou guitarra solo e bateu palmas. Paul tocou baixo, sino de vaca, bateu palmas e fez backing vocals. Ringo tocou bateria e pandeiro. Músicos adicionais tocaram trompetes e clarinetes.

A letra:

It's all too much, it's all too much

When I look into your eyes, your love is there for me
And the more I go inside, the more there is to see

It's all too much for me to take
The love that's shining all around you
Everywhere, it's what you make
For us to take, it's all too much

Floating down the stream of time, of life to life with me
Makes no difference where you are or where you'd like to be

It's all too much for me to take
The love that's shining all around here
All the world's a birthday cake
So take a piece but not too much

Set me on a silver sun, for I know that I'm free
Show me that I'm everywhere, and get me home for tea

It's all to much for me to see
A love that's shining all around here
The more I am, the less I know
And what I do is all too much

It's all too much for me to take
The love that's shining all around you
Everywhere, it's what you make
For us to take, it's all too much

It's too much, it's too much

Too much, too much, too much

A versão dos Beatles:

A versão de Paul Gilbert:

A versão de Steve Hillage:

865 – The Band – King harvest (has surely come) (1969)

Escrita por Robbie Robertson, foi gravada em 1969 e lançda em 22 de setembro de 1969 no disco The Band.

É cantada em primeira pessoa do ponto de vista de um fazendeiro pobre que desesperado, conta o azar que tem caído sobre ele. Ele conta que não havia chuva e sua plantação morreu, seu celeiro queimou... Um líder sindicalista apareceu prometendo melhorar as coisas... e o narrador conta aos seus amigos que agora é um cara do sindicato... mas tem vergonha disso...

Richard Manuel cantou, fez backing vocals e tocou piano. Rick Danko tocou baixo. Levon Helm tocou bateria e fez backing vocals. Garth Hudson tocou orgao. Robbie Robertson tocou guitarra elétrica. John Simon tocou piano elétrico.

A letra:

Corn in the fields
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water
King Harvest has surely come

I work for the union 'cause she's so good to me
And I'm bound to come out on top
That's where she said I should be
I will hear every word the boss may say
For he's the one who hands me down my pay
Looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay
I'm a union man, now, all the way

The smell of the leaves,
From the magnolia trees in the meadow
King Harvest has surely come

Dry summer, then comes fall,
Which I depend on most of all
Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear the call?
Please let these crops grow tall

Long enough I've been up on Skid Row
And it's plain to see, I've nothing to show
I'm glad to pay those union dues,
Just don't judge me by my shoes

Scarecrow and a yellow moon,
And pretty soon a carnival on the edge of town
King Harvest has surely come

Last year, this time, wasn't no joke,
My whole barn went up in smoke
Our horse Jethro, well he went mad
And I can't remember things bein' that bad

Then there comes a man with a paper and a pen
Tellin' us our hard times are about to end
And then, if they don't give us what we like
He said, "Men, that's when you gotta go on strike"

Corn in the fields
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water
King Harvest has surely come

A versão da Band:

A versão de Aurora and The Betrayers:

A versão de King's Highway:

864 – David Bowie – Janine (1969)

Escrita por David Bowie, foi gravada entre junho e setembro de 1969 e lançada em 14 de novembro de 1969 no segundo disco de David Bowie.

A letra:

Oh my love, Janine
I'm helpless for your smile
Like a Polish wander
I travel ever onwards to your land
And were it not just for the jewels, I'd close your hand

Your strange demand
To collocate my mind
Scares me into gloom
You're too intense
I'll have to keep you in your place
I've no defense
I've got to keep my veil on my face

Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well
But I've got things inside my head
That even I can't face

Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls
But if you take an axe to me
You'll kill another man
Not me at all

You're fey, Janine
A tripper to the last
But if I catch you standing on my toes
I'll have a right to shout you down
For you're a lazy stream
In which my thoughts would drown

So stay, Janine
And we can glide along
I've caught your wings for laughs
I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year
So take your glasses off
And don't act so sincere

Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well
But I've got things inside my head
That even I can't face

Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls
But if you take an axe to me
You'll kill another man
Not me at all
Yeah
Oh ah
Ooooo
Oh Janine
Hey Janine
Oh Janine
Ah ho
Oh Janine
Ho how
Janine
Ah Janine yeah
Janine Janine Janine
Yeah yeah

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