Jazz, blues y soul. Con letras.

[lachica]

En español era un desastre la traducción que encontré,....




They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
Gimme a muddy old creek
in Texas any old time
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
I'd blow my next month's pay
for a slice of Texas cow
We'd like to be heroes,
but all that we do here is march
We'd like to be heroes,
but all that we do here is march
And they don't give the Purple Heart
for a fallen arch
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
Cause they're all wearin' signs saying:
"Keepen sie off the grass"
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse

[Larsen]

No sé si puede encuadrarse como blues... aunque ese podría ser el espíritu de la letra.

Eilen Jewell:



Feel like messing up, cutting my teeth
On stolen candy, chewing on something sweet
I don’t know what, what I came here for
Stumbling down these streets, trying to find your door

Take the long way ‘round, long walk across this town
If I was any good at painting, I’d paint it up and down
But I’m not, I’m just trying not to make a sound
Whistling to myself the Fourth Street Mess Around
Mess around, mess around, mess around…

Wanna tell it like it is from heaven’s point of view
But I would not have lived in vain if I could utter one thing true
Or not build this life so artificially
Not go about it all so goddam superficially

Lay myself down, quit running so ragged
Blaze me a trail just a little less jagged
But for now I’m just stuck here in this town
Singing to myself the Fourth Street Mess Around
Mess around, mess around, mess around…


Salud,

[Tatatoa]

Es un slow fox. pero admitimos pulpo como animal de compañia.

[lachica]

Originalmente publicado por Larsen

No sé si puede encuadrarse como blues... aunque ese podría ser el espíritu de la letra.

Tienes toda la razón!!

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