songtexte über elvis

[michael grasberger]

"The news I could bring I met up with the king
On his head an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
And lighted out for some desert town"

GRAM PARSONS: "teturn of the grievous angel"
(lp "grievous angel, 1974)

spitzenplatte mit emmylou harris, james burton, ronnie tutt, glen d. hardin...

[michael grasberger]

"Looka yonder! Looka yonder!
Looka yonder! A big black cloud come!
A big black cloud come!
O comes to Tupelo. Comes to Tupelo


Yonder on the horizon
Yonder on the horizon
Stopped at the mighty river
Stopped at the mighty river and
Sucked the damn thing dry
Tupelo-o-o, O Tupelo
In a valley hides a town called Tupelo


Distant thunder rumble. Distant thunder rumble
Rumble hungry like the Beast
The Beast it cometh, cometh down
The Beast it cometh, cometh down
Wo wo wo-o-o
Tupelo bound. Tupelo-o-o. Yeah Tupelo
The Beast it cometh, Tupelo bound


Why the hen won't lay no egg
Can't get that cock to crow
The nag is spooked and crazy
O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!
O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!


Ya can say these streets are rivers
Ya can call these rivers streets
Ya can tell ya self ya dreaming buddy
But no sleep runs this deep
No! No sleep runs this deep
No sleep runs this deep
Women at their windows
Rain crashing on the pane
Writing in the frost
Tupelos' shame. Tupelo's shame
O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!


O go to sleep lil children
The sandmans on his way
O go to sleep lil children
The sandmans in his way
But the lil children know
They listen to the beating of their blood
listen to the beating of their blood
listen to the beating of their blood
listen to the beating of their blood
They listen to the beating of their blood
The sandman's mud!
The sandman's mud!
And the black rain come down
the black rain come down
the black rain come down
Water water everywhere
Where no bird can fly no fish can swim
Where no bird can fly no fish can swim
No fish can swim
Until The King is born!
Until The King is born!
In Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o!
Til The King is born in Tupelo!


In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin
Where the rain came down and leaked within
A young mother frozen on a concrete floor
With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw
Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo!
With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw


Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals
And a child is born on his brothers heels
Come Sunday morn the first-born dead
In a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red
Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo!
In a shoebox buried with a ribbon of red


O ma-ma rock you lil' one slow
O ma-ma rock your baby
O ma-ma rock your lil' one slow
O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!
Mama rock your lil' one slow
The lil one will walk on Tupelo
The lil one will walk on Tupelo
Black rain come down, Black rain come down
Tupelo-o-o! Yeah Tupelo!
And carry the burden of Tupelo
Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! Yeah!
The King will walk on Tupelo!
Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo!
He carried the burden outa Tupelo!
Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo! [Repeat]
You will reap just what you sow"

NICK CAVE: "tupelo"
(lp "the firstborn is dead", 1985)

apokalyptischer blues-punk aus einer zeit, als cave noch ziemlich wild war. der lp-titel bezieht sich natürlich auch auf elvis bzw. dessen totgeborenen zwillingsbruder.

[michael grasberger]

"Went to see the gypsy,
Stayin' in a big hotel.
He smiled when he saw me coming,
And he said, "Well, well, well."
His room was dark and crowded,
Lights were low and dim.
"How are you?" he said to me,
I said it back to him.

I went down to the lobby
To make a small call out.
A pretty dancing girl was there,
And she began to shout,
"Go on back to see the gypsy.
He can move you from the rear,
Drive you from your fear,
Bring you through the mirror.
He did it in Las Vegas,
And he can do it here."

Outside the lights were shining
On the river of tears,
I watched them from the distance
With music in my ears.

I went back to see the gypsy,
It was nearly early dawn.
The gypsy's door was open wide
But the gypsy was gone,
And that pretty dancing girl,
She could not be found.
So I watched that sun come rising
From that little Minnesota town.


BOB DYLAN: "went to see the gypsy"
(lp "self portrait, 1970)

es gab viele spekulationen darüber, ob die im song geschilderte begegnung im "big hotel" wirklich stattgefunden hat. ich würde sagen, der songtext beschreibt eher einen tagtraum...
besonders schön finde ich die zeile mit der sonne (sun records, alles klar?), die dylan von seinem heimatort in minnesota aus aufgehen sieht. dylan hat das ja in den fifties 1:1 erlebt, aber auch ich kenne dieses gefühl aus eigener erfahrung: du wächst in einem provinzkaff auf, fühlst dich als totaler alien, und dann bricht diese musik über dich herein und neue horizonte öffnen sich.
oder, wie dylan das an anderer stelle mal ausgedrückt hat: "hearing elvis for the first time was like busting out of jail".

[Lexa]

Alannah Myles - Black Velvet

Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rogers on the victrola up high
Mama's dancing with baby on her shoulder
The Sun is setting like molasses in the sky.
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything.
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for.

CHORUS:

Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please.

Up in Memphis the music's like a heat wave
White lightning, bound to drive you wild.
Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl
"Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true.

Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for.

Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please.

Every word of every song that he sang was for you.
In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon,

What could you do?

Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please.
Black velvet and that little boy smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring you to your knees
Black velvet if you please.

...If you please
If you please

[Lexa]

Noch mal raufgeholt...

Ich habe gerade eine Seite entdeckt, in der über 200 Songs, die Elvis zum Thema haben, aufgelistet sind.

http://www.mixedup.com/elvissongs.htm

[Gast]

[quote=michael grasberger;90881]

GRAM PARSONS: "teturn of the grievous angel"
(lp "grievous angel, 1974)

spitzenplatte mit emmylou harris, james burton, ronnie tutt, glen d. hardin...



Ich kann mich aber nicht mehr daran erinnern.

[gast-20081205]

Noch mal raufgeholt...

Ich habe gerade eine Seite entdeckt, in der über 200 Songs, die Elvis zum Thema haben, aufgelistet sind.

http://www.mixedup.com/elvissongs.htm

Auf http://www.king-elvis.de gibt es auch sehr sehr viele Songtexte von Elvis.

[Lexa]

Hier geht es aber nicht um Songtexte von Elvis, sondern Songtexte über Elvis.

[gast-20081205]

Upps! Naja, diese Seite ist auf jedem Fall sehr hilfreich, wenn man Songtexte von Elvis sucht.

[J.F.K]

57 Channels (And Nothin' On)
Bruce Springsteen

I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
With a trunkload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable TV
We settled in for the night my baby and me
We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past down
There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on

Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish
So I hopped into town for a satellite dish
I tied it to the top of my Japanese car
I came home and I pointed it out into the stars
A message came back from the great beyond
There's fifty-seven channnels and nothin' on

Well we might' a made some friends with some billionaires
We might' a got all nice and friendly if we'd made it upstairs
All I got was a note that said "Bye-bye John
Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"

So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast
'Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet
And they bsted me for disturbin' the almighty peace
Judge said "What you got in your defense son ?"
"Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone
Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Fifty-seven channels and nothin'...

[J.F.K]

und noch viel besser


I'M TURNING INTO ELVIS

...kissed the babysitter
She screamed and I told her it was just the beast in me
And on my way out of the house I shot out my TV
I went down to the corner luncheonette and said
Sally "fried peanut butter and banana will do" I'm turning into Elvis
and there's nothing I can do

I threw out my wife and family I took off my wedding ring
I told my friends and neighbors to refer to me now as "King"
I put a chainlink fence around my ranch house and on the gate a sign that reads "Graceland II"
I'm turning into Elvis and there's nothing I can do

I visited my mama's grave and I headed out to Hollywood and I signed a picture with MGM I play a rebellious beachboy racecar driver
who fucks a nun in the end
In the last scene I whip out my big guitar and show her a little Memphis-style kung-fu
I'm turning into Elvis and there's nothing I can do

But I drove on straight to Vegas and I stopped in the first old stripper bar
Found me a little hooker that looked just like Ann-Margaret
and we rumba'd in my sports car
Well me and my drinking buddies turned my lovin' home into a frikkin' zoo
I'm turning into Elvis and there's nothing I can do

Well he came to me last night in a dream looking just like he did in '57
He said "Son that guitar is a wonderful thing but it can be the living devils' friend
On the other hand there's sex-starved women, millions of dollars, and anything you want to do."
I'm turning into Elvis and there's nothing I can do

[J.F.K]

und noch einer

Mark Knopfler (Dire Straits), Back to Tupelo

Around the time of 'clambake'
Movie number twenty-five
You and the lying dutchman
Are still in overdrive
You're as strong as when you started
Mississippi in your soul
You can still be marlon brando
And the king of rock and roll

It isn't just the records
No, you must have hollywood
The songs alone are not enough
That much is understood
You'll soon be back in memphis
Maybe then you'll know what to do
The storylines they're giving you
Are just not ringing true

Oh, it's a ways to go
Back to Tupelo

When you're young and beautiful
Your dreams are all ideals
Later on it's not the same
Lord, everything is real
Sixteen hundred miles of highway
Roll back to the truth
And a song to give your mother
In your first recording booth

Around the time of 'clambake'
That old dream's still rolling on
Sometimes there'll be the feeling
Things are going wrong
The morning star is fading
Lord, the mississippi's cold
You can still be marlon brando
And the king of rock and roll

But it's a ways to go
Back to Tupelo

[michael grasberger]

So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast
'Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet

ähnlich denkt bob dylan übers fernsehen. aus dem "tv talking song"(1991):

"It will lead you in to some strange pursuits
Lead you to the land of forbidden fruits
Scramble up your head and drag your brain about
Sometimes you got to do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out."

[gast-20070621]

... das gute alte "walking in memphis" von marc cohn:



Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy, won't you look down over me
'Cause I've got a first-class ticket
And I'm as blue as a boy can be.

Chorus:
Walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?

Saw the ghost of Elvis
Down on Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
And watched him walk right through
Now security, they did not see him
They just hovered 'round his tomb
But there's a pretty little thing
Waiting on The King
Down in the Jungle Room.

Chorus:
Walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?

They've got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer
You got a prayer in Memphis.

Now Murial plays the piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
She said, ''Tell me, are you a Christian?''
And I said, ''Ma'am, I am tonight.''

Chorus:
Walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?

[monipenny]

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrYG8pEWyYk&feature=related"]YouTube - Saw the ghost of Elvis 30th Anniv Walking in Memphis 2007[/ame]

hier der versuch "walking in memphis" bildlich umzusetzen. sehr schöne bilder aus memphis und dazu ein fantastischer marc cohn.


liebe grüße

monika