Escrita
por Cat Stevens, foi gravada em março de 1971 e lançada em um
compacto em setembro de 1871 com Where do the childrenplay? Como Lado
B. Foi também lançada em 1 de outubro de 1971 no disco Teaser and
the Firecat.
Chegou
ao número 7 dos charts pop americanos e se tornou o primeiro TOP 10
de Stevens nos Estados Unidos. Ele disse que fez a canção em um
trem e pensando em Alfred Hitchcock. Chegou também ao nímero 3 na
Austrália e Canadá, e número 2 na Nova Zelandia.
Foi
regravada por Dolly Parton, entre outros artistas.
A
letra:
Now
I've been happy lately Thinking about the good things to come And
I believe it could be Something good has begun Oh, I've been
smiling lately Dreaming about the world as one And I believe it
could be Someday it's going to come
'Cause I'm on the edge
of darkness There ride the Peace Train Oh, Peace Train take
this country Come take me home again
Now I've been smiling
lately, Thinkin' about the good things to come And I believe
it could be, Something good has begun
Oh Peace Train sounding
louder Glide on the Peace Train Come on now Peace Train Yes,
Peace Train holy roller
Everyone jump upon the
Peace Train Come on now, Peace Train
Get your bags together,
Go bring your good friends, too 'Cause it's getting nearer,
It soon will be with you
Now come and join the
living, It's not so far from you And it's getting nearer,
Soon it will all be true
Oh Peace Train sounding
louder Glide on the Peace Train Come on now Peace Train Peace
Train
Now I've been crying
lately, Thinkin' about the world as it is Why must we go on
hating, Why can't we live in bliss
'Cause out on the edge
of darkness, There rides a Peace Train Oh Peace Train take
this country, Come take me home again
Oh Peace Train sounding
louder Glide on the Peace Train Come on now, Peace Train Yes,
Peace Train holy roller
Everyone jump upon the
Peace Train Come on, come on, come on Yes, come on, peace
train Yes, it's the peace train
Escrita
por John Densmore, Roby Krieger, Ray Manzarek e Jim Morrison, foi
gravada em dezembro de 1970 e lançada em 19 de abril de 1971 no
disco L.A. Woman. Também saiu depois em compacto que tinha
Changeling como Lado B. Chegou ao número 14 dos charts pop
americanos, número 22 nos charts britânicos, número 7 nos charts
holandeses e número 5 no Canadá,
Foi
a última música dos Doors a ser gravada pelos quatro juntos e a
última música que Morrison gravou que seria lançada em seu tempo
em vida. O compacto saiu em junho de 1971 e Morrison morreu pouco
depois.
Jim
Morrison cantou e surrurou. Ray Mazarek tocou piano Rhodes. Robby
Krieger tocou guitarra. John Densmore tocou bateria. E Jerry Scheff
tocou baixo.
A
letra:
Riders
on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're
born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone An
actor out on loan Riders on the storm
There's a killer on
the road His brain is squirmin' like a toad Take a long
holiday Let your children play If you give this man a
ride Sweet family will die Killer on the road, yeah
Girl,
you gotta love your man Girl, you gotta love your man Take him
by the hand Make him understand The world on you depends Our
life will never end Gotta love your man, yeah
Riders on the
storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into
this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out
on loan. Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm Riders
on the storm Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Riders
on the storm
Escrita
por Don McLean, foi gravada em 26 de maio de 1971 e lançada em 24 de
outubro de 1971 no disco de mesmo nome. Foi lançada também em
compacto e ficou no topo dos charts pop americanos por 4 semanas.
Chegou também ao topo na Australia, Canadá e Nova Zelandia. Chegou
ao número 2 no Reino Unido.
É
uma canção dedicada à Buddy Holly.
Don
McLean cantou e tocou violão. Paul Griffin tocou piano. David
Spinozza tocou guitarra elétrica. Bob Rothstein tocou baixo. Roy
Markowitz tocou pandeiro e bateria. The West Forty Fourth Street
Rhythm and Noise Choir cantaram o refrão.
Foi
regravada por Madonna e John Mayer, entre outros artistas.
A
letra:
A
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
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
And them
good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the
day that I die
This'll 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 and 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 dancin' in the gym
You
both kicked off your shoes
Man, 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 singin'
Bye, bye Miss American
Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them
good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the
day that I die
This'll 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 Lennon read a
book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang
dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'
Bye, bye Miss American
Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good
ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singin' this'll be the
day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Helter skelter in a
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 half-time air
was sweet perfume
While 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
singin'
Bye, bye Miss American
Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good
ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singin' this'll be the
day that I die
This'll 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
singin'
Bye, bye Miss American
Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good
ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day
that I die
This'll 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 ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the
day that I die
This'll 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 ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin'
this'll be the day that I die
Escrita
por Burton Cummings, foi gravada em 1971 em Chicago e lançada em
1971 no oitavo disco da banda So long, Bannatyne.
Burton
Cummings cantou, tocou sax e teclado. Kurt Winter tocou guitarra solo
e fez backing vocals. Greg Leskiw tocou guitarra ritmica e fez
backing vocals. Jim Kale tocou baixo e fez backing vocals. Garry
Peterson tocou bateria e fez backing vocals.
A
letra:
She
might have been a nice girl If she hadn't had a draggy mother She
might have been a good chick If she hadn't had a rotten father She
might have played the right hunch If she hadn't been so
narrow-minded She might have had a whole bunch If she hadn't
been so far behind it Oh does it hurt when you know you can't play
it the way that your beau knows Oh does it hurt when you know you
can't say it the way that your beau knows And you know that that's
the way that the show goes And you know it really has to go on.
She drank the army's
red wine But she never found a moment's pleasure She smelled
the salty sea brine But she never found the buried treasure She
might have played the chords right But the song was never meant
for singing She might have really broke loose But she never
made it past the clinging I can see that it hurts when you know
you can't play it the way that your beau knows I can see that it
hurts when you know you can't say it the way that your beau knows And
you know that that's the way that the show goes And you know it
really has to go on.
Escrita
por Bill Withers, foi gravada no início de 1971 e lançada no disco
Just as I am em maio de 1971 e depois em um compacto que tinha Harlem
como Lado B.
O
produtor foi o grande Booker T. Jones. Teve Donald Duck Dunn no
baixo. Al Jackson Jr. Na bateria e Stephen Stills na guitarra. Os
arranjos de cordas foram feitos pelo próprio Booker T. Jones. Foi
gravada em Memphis.
Chegou
ao número 6 dos charts americanos de R&B e número 3 nos charts
pop americanos.
Whiters
escreveu a canção depois de assistir ao filme Days of Wine and
Roses, de 1962. Ele diz que os personagens de Lee Remick e Jack
Lemmon eram alcólatras, que alternavam entre estarem fortes e
fracos.
Whiters
tinha 31 anos e trabalhava como operário de fábrica fazendo
banheiros pra aviões 747 quando escreveu a canção. Quando o disco
chegou a disco de ouro, a gravadora deu pra ele uma privada de ouro
pra marcar o começo da carreira dele. Foi o primeiro disco de ouro
de 3 que ele iria ter nos Estados Unidos.
Ganhou
um Grammy for the best R&B song em 1972. É o número 258 da
lista da revista Rolling Stone das 500 maiores canções de todos os
tempos.
Foi
regravada por Michael Jackson e Johm Mayor, entre outros artistas.
A
letra:
Ain't
no sunshine when she's gone It's not warm when she's away Ain't
no sunshine when she's gone And she's always gone too long Anytime
she goes away
Wonder this time where
she's gone Wonder if she's gone to stay Ain't no sunshine when
she's gone And this house just ain't no home Anytime she goes
away
And I know, I know, I
know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I
know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I
know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know Hey,
I oughta leave young thing alone But ain't no sunshine when she's
gone
Ain't no sunshine when
she's gone Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine when she's
gone And this house just ain't no home Anytime she goes
away Anytime she goes away Anytime she goes away Anytime she
goes away
Escrita
por Robbie Robertson, Rick Danko e Levon Helm, foi gravada no começo
de 1971 e lançada em 15 de setembro de 1971 no disco Cahoots, e
também foi lançada em compacto como Lado A que tinha The moon
struck one como Lado B. Trechos dessa música foram escritas na
sepultura de Levon Helm, em Woodstock, New York.
Robbie
Robertson tocou guitarra e violão. Garth Hudson tocou orgao Lowrey.
Richard Manuel tocou piano elétrico. Rick Danko tocou baixo e
cantou. Levon Helm tocou bateria e cantou.
A
letra:
You
can walk on the water Drown in the sand You can fly off a
mountaintop If anybody can
Run away, run away (run
away, run away) It's the restless age Look away, look away
(look away, look away) You can turn the page
Hey, buddy, would you
like to buy a watch real cheap? Here on the street I got six on
each arm And two more 'round my feet
Life is a
carnival Believe it or not Life is a carnival Two bits a
shot
Saw a man with a
jinx In the third degree From trying to deal with
people People, you can't see
Take away, take away
(take away, take away) This house of mirrors Give away, give
away (give away, give away) All the souvenirs
We're all in the same
boat ready to float Off the edge of the world The flat old
world The street is a sideshow From the peddler to the corner
girl
Life is a carnival It's
in the book Life is a carnival Take another look
Hey, buddy, would you
like to buy a watch real cheap? Here on the street I got six on
each arm And two more 'round my feet
Life is a
carnival Believe it or not Life is a carnival Two bits a
shot
Life is a carnival Life
is a carnival Life is a carnival
Escrita
por Roger Waters, foi gravada em agosto de 1971 e lançada em 30 de
outubro de 1971 no disco Meddle. É a única música do disco que não
foi escrita com David Gilmour. Fala sobre o que seria um dia na
famosa cidade de Saint-Tropez, na Riviera Francesa.
Roger
canta, toca violão e baixo e David Gilmour toca uma slide guitar.
Richard Wroght toca um solo extendido de piano. Nick Mason toca
bateria e percussão.
A
letra:
As
I reach for a peach Slide a rind down behind The sofa in San
Tropez Breakin' a stick with a brick on the sand Ridin' a wave
in the wake of an old sedan
Sleepin' alone in the
drone of the darkness Scratched by the sand that fell from my
love Deep in my dreams and I still hear her callin' "If
you're alone I'll come home"
Backward and
homebound The pigeon, the dove Gone with the wind and the rain,
on an airplane Owning a home with no silver spoon I'm drinking
champagne like a good tycoon
Sooner than wait for a
break in the weather I'll gather my far-flung thoughts
together Speeding away on the wind to a new day And if you're
alone I'll come home
And I pause for a while
by a country style And listen to the things they say Diggin'
for gold with a hoe in my hand Open a book take a look at the way
things stand
And you're leading me
down to the place by the sea I hear your soft voice calling to
me Making a date for later by phone And if you're alone I'll
come home
Drive through your suburbs Into
your blues, into your blues, yeah Into your blue-blue blues Into
your blues, oh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin' Hills are
filled with fire If they say I never loved you You know they
are a liar
Drivin' down your freeway Midnight alleys
roam Cops in cars The topless bars Never saw a woman so
alone, so alone So alone, so alone
Motel, money, murder,
madness Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. Mojo
Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Got to
keep on risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin' Mojo Risin',
gotta Mojo Risin' Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin' Risin',
risin' Gone risin', risin' I'm gone risin', risin' I gotta
risin', risin' Well, risin', risin' I gotta, woo, yeah,
risin' Whoa, oh, yeah
Well, I just got into town about an
hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where
the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky
little lady in the City of Light Or just another lost angel? City
of Night, City of Night City of Night, City of Night, whoa,
c'mon
L.A. woman, L.A. woman L.A. woman, you're my
woman Little L.A. woman, little L.A. woman L.A., L.A. woman
woman L.A. woman, c'mon
Escrita
por John Lennon, foi gravada em fevereiro e julho de 1971 e lançada
em 9 de setembro de 1971 no disco Imagine e também lançada em um
compacto como Lado B de Imagine em 11 de outubro de 1971.
Representa
um sumário da luta de John com os problemas da vida. O sax foi
tocado por King Curtis, que tocou em vários hits dos anos 50 e 60,
incluindo o hit dos Coasters Yakety Yak. Murtis foi assassinado um
mês antes do disco Imagine ser lançado.
John
cantou, tocou guitarra e piano. Klaus Voorman tocou baixo. King
Curtis tocou sax tenor. Jim Gordon tocou bateria e pandeiro. The Flux
Fiddlers tocaram as cordas.
A
letra:
You
gotta live You gotta love You gotta be somebody You gotta
shove But it's so hard It's really hard Sometimes I feel
like Going down You gotta eat You gotta drink You gotta
feel something You gotta worry But it's so hard It's really
hard Sometimes I feel like Going down But when it's
good It's really good And when I hold you in my arms,
baby Sometimes I feel like Going down You gotta run You
gotta hide You gotta keep Your woman satisfied But it's so
hard It's really hard Sometimes I feel like Going down
Escrita
por Burton Cummings, foi gravada em 1971 e lançada em julho de 1971
no disco So long, Bannatyne. Foi também lançada como compacto, que
tinha Life in the bloodstream como Lado B.
Chegou
ao número 12 no Canadá e número 50 nos charts pop americanos. Fala
em voltar pra Indianapolis, com o codigo 46201.
A
letra:
Don't
want to listen to my telephone ring Or sing ding-a-ling or talk
about a thing Not this mornin'
I don't want to think
about the night before Or maybe it's a bore behind that open
door Got no time for that this mornin'
If I had the mind or I
had the time Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme And
tell about my warnin'
But it's too late
now It's too late now It's too late now
I don't want to think
about a runaway dad That took away the only thing that I've ever
had Don't even miss him this mornin'
I don't want to think
about a cold goodbye Or a high school buddy got a little too
high I can't help him out this mornin'
Reviewers laugh at me
so I go out to see And perhaps it's just as well, 'cause I'd
rather be in hell Than be a wealthy man this mornin'
But it's too late
now It's too late now It's too late now
Whatever happened to
images, 'cause now they're gone And worn out phrases just keep
a-hangin' on Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses? The
conversation, sayings as the evening drowses It's just like four
six two zero one It's just like four six two zero one
Whatever happened to
early morning urban skies? And broken faces, half with melting
eyes Enough of riddles that just play with time 'Cause I'm
still here and I can't beg a dime I'm back here in four six two
zero one I'm back here in four six two zero one
Some bed is waitin' for
me 'round the corner now I gotta find it and try and hang on for a
little while Back here in four six two zero one, yeah Mmm,
there's gotta be a few small changes made
Don't want to listen to
my telephone ring Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing Leave
me alone this mornin'
Escrita
por Bill Danoff, Taffy Nivert e John Denver, foi gravada em janeiro
de 1971 e lançada em 6 de abril de 1971 no disco Poems, Prayers and
promises. Foi também lançada em um compacto que tinha Poems,
Prayers and promises como Lado B. Fala sobre o estado americano de
West Virginia.
Chegou
ao número 2 dos charts pop americanos, chegando a receber disco de
ouro e platina. É considerada a música mais marcante de Denver. Se
tornou em 2014 um dos hinos do estado. Virou também o tema da West
Virginia University e toca durante os jogos de futebol americano
desde 1972.
John
Denver cantou e tocou violão de 6 e de 12 cordas. Bill Danoff fe
backing vocals. Taffy Nivert fez backing vocals. Eric Weissberg tocou
banjo e steel guitar. Mike Taylor tocou violão. Richard Kniss tocou
baixo. Gary Chester tocou bateria e percussão.
Foi
regravada por Olivia Newton-John e Ray Charles, entre outros
artistas.
A
letra:
Almost
heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life
is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains,
growin' like a breeze
Country roads, take me
home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take
me home, country roads
All my memories gather
'round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty,
painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me
home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take
me home, country roads
I hear her voice in the
mornin' hour, she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far
away Drivin' down the road, I get a feelin' That I should've
been home yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me
home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take
me home, country roads
Country roads, take me
home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take
me home, country roads
Take me home, down
country roads Take me home, down country roads
Escrita por James
Taylor, foi gravada entre 3 de janeiro e 28 de fevereiro de 1971 e
lançada em abril de 1971 no disco Mud slide slim and The Blue
Horizon.
James Taylor cantou e
tocou violão. Danny Kortchmar tocou guitarra. Carole King tocou
piano. Leland Sklar tocou baixo. Russ Kunkel tocou bateria e congas.
A letra:
Mud Slide Slim And
the Blue Horizon
Oh, Mud Slide I'm
dependent on you
I don't know but I've
been told There's a time from time to time I can't eat I
can't sleep But I just might move my feet 'Cause there's
nothing like the sound of sweet soul music To change a young
lady's mind And there's nothing like a walk on down by the
bayou To leave the world behind Mud Slide I'm depending upon
you Mister Mud Slide Slim And the Blue Horizon
I've been letting the
time go by Letting the time go by Yes, I'm letting the time go
by Letting the time go by
I'm gonna cash in my
hand And pick up on a piece of land And build myself a cabin
back in the woods Lord, it's there I'm gonna stay Until there
comes a day When this old world starts to changing for the
good Now the reason I'm smiling is over on a island On a
hillside in the woods where I belong I wanna thank Jimmy, Jimmy,
John, Nick and Laurie The No Jets Construction For setting me
down a homestead on the farm
Mud Slide I'm
depending upon you Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon
Night goes on and on,
don't want to come at all Baby, baby, baby, I know
Stoney Lee Blue
Borne, Picking on a fretless bass, babe
Oil slick, slipping and
a slapping and a sliding on
Escrita
por David Gilmour e Roger Waters, foi gravada entre janeiro e agosto
de 1971 e lançada no disco Meddle em 31 de outubro de 1971 e também
lançada como compacto que tinha One of these days como Lado A.
Foi
adicionada uma gravação ao vivo dos torcedores do Liverpoll
cantando You'll never walk alone.
David
Gilmour cantou e tocou guitarra elétrica e violão. Roger Waters
tocou baixo. Richard Wright tocou piano e Nick Mason tocou bateria.
A
letra:
You
say the hill's too steep to climb, chiding You say you'd like to
see me try, climbing You pick the place and I'll choose the
time And I'll climb the hill in my own way Just wait a while
for the right day And as I rise above the tree-line and the
clouds I look down hear the sounds of the things you said today
Fearlessly the idiot
faced the crowd, smiling Merciless the magistrate turns round,
frowning And who's the fool who wears the crown No doubt in
your own way And every day is the right day And as you rise
above the fear-lines in his brow You look down hear the sound of
the faces in the crowd
Escrita
por Elton John e Bernie Taupin, foi gravada em 27 de fevereiro de
1971 e lançada em 29 de novembro de 1971 no disco Madman Across the
water. Os Backing vocals foram feitos por Tony Burrows. Quando
lançada em compacto, chegou ao numero 24 nos charts pop americanos e
número 6 no Canadá.
Foi
regravada por Jon Bon Jovi, que disse que era a sua canção favorita
de todos os tempos e que Elton era o seu ídolo. Muitos outros
artistas também regravaram Levon.
A
letra:
Levon
wears his war wound like a crown He calls his child Jesus 'cause
he likes the name And he sends him to the finest school in town
Levon, Levon likes his
money He makes a lot they say Spends his days counting In a
garage by the motorway
He was born a pauper To
a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times Said God is
dead and the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be
Levon And he shall be a good man And he shall be Levon In
tradition with the family plan And he shall be Levon And he
shall be a good man He shall be Levon
Levon's sells cartoon
balloons in town His family business thrives Jesus blows up
balloons all day Sits on the porch swing watching them fly And
Jesus, he wants to go to Venus Leave Levon far behind Take a
balloon and go sailing, While Levon, Levon slowly dies
He was born a pauper To
a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times Said God is
dead and the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be
Levon And he shall be a good man And he shall be Levon In
tradition with the family plan, woo And he shall be Levon And
he shall be a good man He shall be Levon
And he shall be
Levon And he shall be a good man And he shall be Levon In
tradition with the family plan, woo And he shall be Levon And
he shall be a good man He shall be Levon
Escrita
por John Lennon, foi gravada em maio e julho de 1971 e lançada no
disco Imagine de 9 de setembro de 1971.
Começou
a ser escrita no começo de 1969 durante as gravações do que seria
o disco Get Back, que evoluiu pro disco Let it be.
John
cantou e tocou guitarra. George Harrison tocou guitarra e slide
guitar, Nicky Hopkins tocou piano, Rod Linton tocou violão, Andy
Davis tocou violão, Klaus Voorman tocou baixo e Alan White tocou
bateria.
Foi
regravada pelos Wallflowers, Billie Joe Armstrong, Pearl Jam e Cheap
Trick, entre outros artistas.
A
letra:
I'm
sick and tired of hearing things From uptight, short-sighted,
narrow-minded hypocritics All I want is the truth Just gimme
some truth Ive had enough of reading things By neurotic,
psychotic, pig-headed politicians All I want is the truth Just
gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of
tricky dicky Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a
pocketful of hope Money for dope Money for rope
No
short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky Is gonna mother
hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of soap Money for
dope Money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things From
tight-lipped, condescending, mamas little chauvinists All I want
is the truth Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of
watching scenes Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac,
prima-donnas All I want is the truth now Just gimme some
truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky Is
gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of
soap Its money for dope Money for rope
Ah, I'm sick and
tired of hearing things From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded
hypocrites All I want is the truth now Just gimme some truth
now
Ive had enough of reading things By neurotic,
psychotic, pig-headed politicians All I want is the truth now Just
gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth now Just gimme
some truth now All I want is the truth Just gimme some
truth All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth
