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. É a primeira vez na carreira de Bruce Springsteen, que é lançado um trabalho totalmente preenchido com versões de outro artista.

. Editado também em DualDisc, a faixa DVD contém 30 minutos de imagens das gravações (também disponível na versão CD+DVD).

DISCOGRAFIA

1973 - Greetings From Asbury Park, NJ
1973 - The Wild, The Innocent & The & Street Shuffle
1975 - Born to Run
1978 - Darkness on the Edge of Town
1980 - The River
1982 - Nebraska
1984 - Born in the U.S.A.
1986 - Live/1975-85
1987 - Tunnel of Love
1988 - Chimes of Freedom
1992 - Human Touch
1992 - Lucky Town
1993 - In Concert, MTV Plugged
1995 - Greatest Hits
1995 - The Ghost of Tom Joad
1998 - Tracks
1999 - 18 Tracks
2001 - Live in New York City
2002 - The Rising
2003 - The Essential Bruce Springsteen
2005 - Devils & Dust
2005 - Hammersmith Odeon London '75
2006 - We Shall Overcome The Seeger Sessions
2006 - We Shall Overcome The Seeger Sessions - American Land Edition
2007 - Live in Dublin
2007 - Magic
2009 - Working on a Dream
2010 - The Promise

WE SHALL OVERCOME: THE SEEGER SESSIONS

We Shall Overcome The Seeger Sessions

A VOZ DOS FÃS


O Furacão Katrina passou por New Jersey

O novo álbum de Bruce Springsteen recolhe temas tradicionais da música popular norte-americana e transforma-os numa festa à New Orleans. Dir-se-ia que o Furacão Katrina passou por New Jersey.

Com “We Shall Overcome-The Seeger Sessions”, Bruce Springsteen consegue transformar numa festa exultante aquilo que poderia ser apenas mais um excelente mas melancólico disco acústico. Os temas do álbum já eram conhecidas na versão despida e folk de Pete Seeger mas o que Springsteen faz é muito mais do que as reproduzir de novo em jeito folk. Ele junta um grupo de músicos brilhantes e faz de cada tema tradicional um pedaço de uma festa. Chamar apenas disco folk a “We Shall Overcome” é ignorar a revolução que Springsteen produz ao reinventar e repintar cada canção.

Old Dan Tucker, por exemplo, começa com um banjo muito bluegrass mas a entrada da banda em acção introduz-nos imediatamente a transformação emprendida pelo Boss. O cantar de Bruce é rasgado e nasalado e portanto country/bluegrass/ folk mas o acompanhamento lembra uma jam session em New Orleans, as trompetes dos Dexy Midnight Runners. A batida é mantida pelo contrabaixo mas aquelas trompetes mariachi inflamam tudo juntamente com o coro. É como se estivéssemos num bar em madeira algures na Irlanda e todos a cantar e a bater com o pé no soalho.

Jesse James abre com a guitarra acústica e um cantar à Christy Moore. Há muito de Irlanda e de irlandês na forma como é iniciado o tema mas mais uma vez o Boss dá a volta ao texto, desta vez com a introdução dos acordeons que tanto nos remetem para o cajun da Louisianna como o tejano e conjunto da fronteira com o México. O acordeon parece tocado pelo grande mestre do tex-mex Flaco Jimenez e as trompetes parecem saídas de New Orleans. Brilhante a forma como consegue, na festa final em que Jesse James se transforma, conciliar instrumentos que dir-se-iam inconciliáveis: banjo, trompetes, acordeon.

Mrs McGrath abre uma janela sobre a Irlanda, sobretudo mal soam os violinos. O facto de se tratar de uma velha balada anti-guerra será interpretado para dizer que se trata de uma mensagem politizada. Bruce Springsteen introduz-lhe dramatismo utilizando o piano.

O Mary Don’ You Weep começa e termina com um violino cigano maravilhoso e um trombone que dir-se-ia saído de New Orleans. Mais uma vez, Bruce reinventa. Aquele que era um espiritual negro cantado nas igrejas do sul passa a uma festa produzida por uma autêntica brass band. Cheira a Preservation Hall, a cantina texana e que dizer do piano final? Não lembra Dr. John?

John Henry arranca em jeito e ritmo bluegrass e Bruce Springsteen canta-a com uma força quase espiritual. “I’m gonna die with a hammer in my band, Lord, Lord…” O banjo é uma delícia bluegrass, o acordeon um sonho tejano. Bruce canta e rasga as cordas como um doido: “You can hear John Henry’s hammer ring…”

Em Erie Canal, o Boss escolheu a princípio uma aproximação muito melodiosa e melancólica. Mais uma vez, o que dizer dos arranjos? Dá impressão que o homem foi atingido pelo Furacão Katrina tão influente é em determinados momentos o som de New Orleans cozinhado com o banjo bluegrass.

Em Jacob’s Ladder, Bruce e a banda não nos dão tempo de respirar. Mais um gospel vestido ao jeito dessa grande cidade que será New Orleans. Está lá o piano endiabrado, o trombone, o coro alegre, o acordeon cajun. Tudo a dançar de guarda-sol na mão ao sol da Louisianna ou do Mississipi.

My Oklahoma home é um hino folk dedicado aos okies perdidos na “dust bowl” dos anos 30 e a todos os filhos da Grande Depressão. O acompanhamento do acordeon ou do baixo é mais light, não fosse esta uma canção de combate, uma canção de desespero, pobreza e vazio: “Oh my Oklahoma home is blown away, yeah, it’s up there in the sky, in that dust cloud over n’by, my Oklahoma home is in the sky”.

Eyes On The Prize é mais um hino e Bruce Springsteen dá-lhe a solenidade que ele merece, o coro soprando como um grupo de anjos e os instrumentos num crescendo contido que acaba iluminado pelo violino e pelo acordeon. O final é um funeral festivo em… New Orleans, pois claro.

Shenandoah é pintada em tons sombrios. Ouçam como o piano e o violino a respeitam e o coro acompanha o Boss no que parece missa no topo dos Apalaches. Triste, sombria, romântica, Shenandoah é um dos momentos mais simultaneamente pausados e bonitos do disco, pinceladas de piano aqui, acordeon céltico acolá.

Pay Me My Money Down termina aquele que tinha uma intermezzo e acelera num ritmo cajun contagiante. Parece que estamos em Opelousas, Louisianna ou em Laredo, Texas numa dance hall e que uns cajuns e chicanos convidaram uns amigos das montanhas do Kentucky para festejar.

A versão de We Shall Overcome era de todas a mais arriscada por se tratar da canção de protesto mais famosa de sempre. Bruce Springsteen dá-lhe uma roupa entre o folk e o hino espiritual, enfatizando o poder das vozes e da mensagem.

Froggie Went A Courtin’ é o que poderíamos chamar de bluegrass progressivo ou bluegrass moderno. Começa como se estivéssemos numa cabana dos Apalaches nos anos 50 mas avança de forma muito inteligente para a introdução faseada de instrumentos que não pertencem à área da country ou do bluegrass como o acordeão. Juntamente com Old Dan Tucker é, apesar das inovações- ouça-se aquela batida à White Stripes- a canção mais bluegrass do álbum.

Magnífico. Obrigado, Bruce.

Nuno Ferreira

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LETRAS



OLD DAN TUCKER
música tradicional americana

Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man
Washed his face in a fryin' pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died with a toothache in his heel

Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Now old Dan Tucker come to town
Riding a billy goat, leading a hound
The hound dog barked and the billy goat jumped
And landed old Tucker on a stump

Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Now old Dan Tucker got drunk and fell
In the fire and kicked up holy hell
A red-hot coal got in his shoe
And oh my Lord the ashes flew

Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Now Old Dan Tucker come to town
Swinging them ladies all round
First to the right then to the left
Then to the gal that he loved best

Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

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JESSIE JAMES
música tradicional americana

Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man
He robbed the Glendale train
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain

Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward
I wonder now how he feels
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave

Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children now they were brave
Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

Now Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
He'd never rob a mother or a child
There never was a man with the law in his hand
That could take Jesse James when alive

It was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And people they did say o'er many miles away
It was those outlaws, thery're Frank and Jesse James

Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children now they were brave
Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death
They wondered how he'd ever come to fall
Robert Ford, it was a fact, he shot Jesse in the back
While Jesse hung a picture on the wall

Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast
The devil upon his knee
He was born one day in the County Clay
And he came from a solitary race

Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children now they were brave
Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

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MRS. McGRATH
música tradicional americana

"Mrs McGrath," the sergeant said,
"Would you like a soldier out of your son Ted?
With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat
Mrs McGrath will you like that?"

With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

Now Mrs McGrath lived on the shore
And after seven years or more
She spied a ship come into the bay
With her son from far away

"O captain dear, where have ye been?
You been sailing the Mediterranean
Have you news of my son Ted
Is he living or is he dead?"

With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

Then came Ted without any legs
And in their place two wooden pegs
She kissed him a dozen times or two
And said, "my God, Ted, is it you?

Now were ye drunk or were ye blind
When ye left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it walking upon the sea
That wore your two fine legs away?"

With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

"Now I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
When I left my two fine legs behind
A cannonball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs away"

"My, Teddy boy," the widow cried
"Your two fine legs were yer mother's pride
Stumps of a tree won't do at all
Why didn't ye run from the cannonball?"

With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

"All foreign wars I do proclaim
Live on blood and a mother's pain
I'd rather have my son as he used to be
Than the King of America and his whole Navy"

With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
With your too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa fol-did-dle-di-aa too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

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O MARY DON'T YOU WEEP
música tradicional americana

Well if I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Well Mary wore three links and chains
On every link was Jesus' name
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't weep

Well one of these nights bout 12 o'clock
This old world is gonna rock
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore
Smote' the water with a two by four
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(Pharaoh's army got drownded)
(O Mary don't you weep)

Well old Mr. Satan he got mad
Missed that soul that he thought he had
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Brothers and sisters don't you cry
There'll be good times by and by
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't weep

Well oh Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(Pharaoh's army got drownded)
(O Mary don't weep)

God gave Noah the rainbow sign
"No more water but fire next time"
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

O Mary don't you weep, don't (you) mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't (you) mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't weep

O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't weep

(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(Pharaoh's army got drownded)
(O Mary don't weep)

O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
Oooooooh, Mary don't yoooooou

(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn)
(Pharaoh's army got drownded)
(O Mary don't weep)

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JOHN HENRY
música tradicional americana

When John Henry was a little baby
Sittin' on his daddy's knee
He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel
And cried, "hammer's gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord
Hammer's gonna be the death of me"

Now the captain he said to John Henry
"I'm gonna bring that steam drill around
I'm gonna bring that steam drill out on these tracks
I'm gonna knock that steel on down, God, God
I'm gonna knock that steel on down"

John Henry told his captain,
"Lord a man ain't nothin' but a man
But before I let this steam drill beat me down
I'm gonna die with a hammer in my hand, Lord, Lord
Die with a hammer in my hand"

John Henry driving on the right side
That steam drill driving on the left
Says, "'fore I'll let your steam drill beat me down
I'm gonna hammer myself to death, Lord, Lord
I'll hammer my fool self to death"

Well, captain said to John Henry
"What is that storm I hear?"
John Henry said, "That ain't no storm
Captain, that's just my hammer in the air, Lord, Lord
That's just my hammer in the air"

John Henry said to his shaker
"Shaker, why don't you sing?
'Cause I'm swigin' thirty pounds from my hips on down
Yeah, listen to my cold steel ring, Lord, Lord
Listen to my cold steel ring"

John Henry he hammered in the mountains
His hammer was striking fire
But he worked so hard, it broke his heart
John Henry laid his hammer and died, Lord, Lord
John Henry laid down his hammer and died

Well now John Henry he had him a woman
By the name of Polly Ann
She walked out to those tracks, picked up John Henry's hammer
Polly drove steel like a man, Lord, Lord
Polly drove that steel like a man

Well every, every Monday morning
When a bluebird he began to sing
You could hear John Henry from a mile or more
You can hear John Henry's hammer ring, Lord, Lord
You can hear John Henry's hammer ring
Set out again!
So you can hear John Henry's hammer ring, Lord, Lord
You can hear John Henry's hammer ring

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ERIE CANAL
música tradicional americana

I've got a mule and her name is Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
She's a good old worker and a good old pal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

We haul'd some barges in our day
Filled with lumber, coal, and hay
We know every inch of the way
From Albany to Buffalo

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, yeah we're coming to a town
And you'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If ya ever navigated on the Erie Canal

We'd better look around for a job, old gal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
You can bet your life I'll never part with Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

Get up mule, here comes a lock
We'll make Rome 'bout six o'clock
One more trip and back we'll go
Right back home to Buffalo

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, we're coming to a town
You'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If ya ever navigated on the Erie Canal

Where would I be if I lost my pal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
I'd like to see a mule good as my Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

A friend of mine once got her sore
Now he's got a broken jaw
'Cause she let fly with an iron toe
And kicked him back to Buffalo

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge 'cause we're coming to a town
You'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If ya ever navigated on the Erie Canal

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, we're coming to a town
You'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If ya ever made a livin' on the Erie Canal

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, we're coming to a town
You'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If ya ever navigated on the Erie Canal

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, we're coming to a town

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JACOB'S LADDER
música tradicional americana

We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah we're brothers, sisters, all

Every rung goes higher and higher
Every rung goes higher and higher
Every rung goes higher and higher
We are brothers, sisters, all

Every new rung just, just makes us stronger
Every new rung just, just makes us stronger
Every new rung just, just makes us stronger
Yeah we are brothers, and sisters, all

Yeah we are climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah we are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are brothers, sisters, and all

We are climbing higher and higher
Yeah we are climbing higher and higher
Yeah we are climbing higher and higher
Yeah we are brothers, and sisters, and all

We are climbing, climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah we are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are brothers, sisters, and all

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MY OKLAHOMA HOME
música tradicional americana

When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip
I wanted some place to call my home
And so I made the race and I staked me out a place
And settled down along the Cimarron

It blowed away (blown away), it blowed away (blown away)
My Oklahoma home, it blown away
Well it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there
My Oklahoma home, it blown away

Well I planted wheats and oats, got some chickens and some shoats
Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face
Got a mule to pull the plow, I got an old red muley cow
And I also got a fancy mortgage on this place

Well it blowed away (blown away), it blowed away (blown away)
All the crops that I've planted blown away
Well you can't grow any grain if you ain't got any rain
Everything except my mortgage blown away

Well it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there
I figured I was all set for life
I put on my Sunday best with my fancy scalloped vest
Then I went to town to pick me out a wife

She blowed away (blown away), she blowed away (blown away)
My Oklahoma woman blown away
Mr as I bent to kiss her, she was picked up by a twister
My Oklahoma woman blown away

Well then I was left alone just listening to the moan
Of the wind around the corners of my shack
So I took off down the road, yeah, when the south wind blowed
I traveled with the wind upon my back

I blowed away (blown away), I blowed away (blown away)
Chasin' that dust cloud up ahead
Well once it looked so green and fair and now it's up in the air
My Oklahoma farm is over head

And now I'm always close to home, it don't matter where I roam
For Oklahoma dust is everywhere
Makes no difference where I'm walkin', I can hear my chickens squawkin'
I can hear my wife a-talking in the air

It blowed away (blown away), it blowed away (blown away)
Yeah my Oklahoma home is blown away
But my home Sir, is always near, it's up here in the atmosphere
My Oklahoma home is blown away

Well I'm a roam'n Oklahoman but I'm always close to home
And I'll never get homesick until I die
'Cause no matter where I'm found, my home's all around
My Oklahoma home is in the sky

It blowed away (blown away), it blowed away (blownd away)
And my farm down on Cimarron
But now all around the world wherever the dust is swirled
There is some from my Oklahoma home

It blowed away (blown away), it blowed away (blown away)
Yeah my Oklahoma home is blown away
Yeah it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud over n' by
My Oklahoma home is blown away

Well it's blown away (blown away), blown away (blown away)
Oh my Oklahoma home is blown away
Yeah it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud over n' by
My Oklahoma home is the sky

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EYES ON THE PRIZE
música tradicional americana

Paul and Silas bound in jail
Had no money for to go their bail
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Paul and Silas thought they was lost
Dungeon shook and the chains come off
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Freedom's name is mighty sweet
And soon we're gonna meet
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

I got my hand on the gospel plow
Won't take nothing for my journey now
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Only chain that a man can stand
Is that chain o' hand on hand
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

I'm gonna board that big greyhound
Carry the love from town to town
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Now only thing I did was wrong
Stayin' in the wilderness too long
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

The only thing we did was right
Was the day we started to fight
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

(The only thing we did was wrong)
(Staying in the wilderness too long)
(Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on)

(The only thing we did was right)
(Was the day we started to fight)
(Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on)

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on

Ain't been to heaven but I been told
Streets up there are paved with gold

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SHENANDOAH
música tradicional americana

Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away you rolling river
I'll take her across the water
Away, bound away
Cross the wide Missouri

My Shenandoah, I long to meet you
Away you rolling river
I'll not deceive you
Away, bound away
Cross the wide Missouri

For seven years I've been a roller
Away you rolling river
Seven years I've been a roller
Away, bound away
Cross the wide Missouri

Shenandoah, I love your daughter
The way you rolling river
I'll take her across the water
Away, bound away
Cross the wide Missouri

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PAY ME MY MONEY DOWN
música tradicional americana

I thought I heard the captain say
Pay me my money down
Tomorrow is our sailing day
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Soon as the boat was clear of the bar
Pay me money down
He knocked me down with a spar
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Well if I'd been a rich man's son
Pay me my money down
I'd sit on the river and watch 'er run
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Alright everybody,
Let's bring it up to B flat
A one two three!

Well I wish I was Mr Gates
Pay me my money down
They'd haul my money in in crates
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Well fourty nights, nights at sea
Pay me my money down
Captain worked every last dollar out of me
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

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WE SHALL OVERCOME
original de Pete Seeger

Hey we shall overcome, we shall overcome
We shall overcome someday
Darlin' here in my heart, yeah I do believe
We shall overcome someday

Well we'll walk hand in hand, we'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand someday
Darlin' here in my heart, yeah I do believe
We'll walk hand in hand someday

Well we shall live in peace, we shall live in peace
We shall live in peace someday
Darlin' here in my heart, yeah I do believe
We shall live in peace someday

Well we are not afraid, we are not afraid
We shall overcome someday
Yeah here in my heart, I do believe
We shall overcome someday

Hey we shall overcome, we shall overcome
We shall overcome someday
Darlin' here in my heart, I do believe
We shall overcome someday
We shall overcome someday

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FROGGIE WENT A COURTIN'
música tradicional americana

Mr Froggy went a-courtin' and he did ride, uh-huh
Mr Froggy went a-courtin' and he did ride, uh-huh
Froggy went a-courtin' and he did ride
A sword and pistol by his side, uh- huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

He went down to Miss Mousie's door, uh-huh
He went down to Miss Mousie's door, uh-huh
He went down to Miss Mousie's door
Where he had often been before, uh huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

He took Miss Mousie up on his knee, uh-huh
Said "Miss Mousie will you marry me?" uh huh
"Without my Uncle Rat's consent
I wouldn't marry the President," uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Well Uncle Rat he gave his consent, uh-huh
Hey Uncle Rat he gave his consent, uh-huh
Now Uncle Rat he gave his consent
And the weasel wrote the publishment, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Well now where will the wedding supper be? Uh-huh
Where will the wedding supper be? Uh-huh
Well where will the wedding supper be?
Way down yonder in a hollow tree, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Yeah the first come in was a flying moth, uh-huh
First come in was a flying moth, uh-huh
First come in was a flying moth
Who laid out the tablecloth, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Well the next to come in was a junie bug, uh-huh
The next to come in was a junie bug, uh-huh
Next to come in was a junie bug
She brought the whiskey in a water jug, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Next come in was a big black snake, uh-huh
Next come in was a big black snake, uh-huh
Next come in was a big black snake
Chased them all into the lake, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Little piece of cornbread laying on a shelf, uh-huh
Little piece of cornbread laying on a shelf, uh-huh
Little piece of cornbread laying on a shelf
If you want any more, you can sing it yourself, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

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BUFFALO GALS
música tradicional americana

As I was walking down the street
Down the street, down the street
A pretty girl I chanced to meet
And we danced by the light of the moon

Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
Come out tonight come out tonight
Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
And we'll dance by the light of the moon

I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking
And he knees was a-knockin' and her shoes was a'rockin'
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking
And we danced by the light of the moon

Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
Come out tonight come out tonight
Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
And we'll dance by the light of the moon

I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking
And her knees was a-knockin' and her shoes was a-rockin'
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking
And we danced by the light of the moon

Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
Come out tonight come out tonight
Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
And we'll dance by the light of the moon

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HOW CAN I KEEP FROM SINGING
música tradicional americana

My life flows on in endless song
Above earth's lamentation.
I hear the real, thought far off hymn
That hails the new creation
Above the tumult and the strife,
I hear the music ringing;
It sounds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?

What through the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth.
What through the darkness round me close,
Songs in the night it giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging.
Since love is lord of Heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,
And hear their death-knell ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near,
How can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging.
When friends by shame are undefiled,
How can I keep from singing?

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Pete Seeger é uma das grandes influências de Bruce, que nas gravações do álbum se fez acompanhar por:

. Sam Bardfeld (violino)
. Art Baron (tuba)
. Frank Bruno (guitarra)
. Jeremy Chatzy (baixo)
. Mark Clifford (banjo)
. Larry Eagle (bateria e percussão)
. Charles Giordano (orgão B3, piano e acordeão)
. Ed Manion (saxofone)
. Mark Pender (trompete)
. Richie "La Bamba" Rosenberg (trombone)
. Soozie Tyrell (violino)
. Lisa Lowell, Patti Scialfa, Pender, Tyrell e Rosenberg (segundas vozes)



: AGRADECIMENTOS


A crítica ao álbum de Springsteen, é feita por Nuno Ferreira, jornalista e autor do blog Estradas Perdidas.


 
Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band - Badlands Portugal - 2001/2016

"It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive"
Badlands, Darkness On the Edge Of Town, 1978