Arquivos do gênero 'Country'
James Taylor – Wichita Lineman
Mais conhecida na voz de Glen Campbell, aqui temos uma bela versão de James Taylor. Terceira faixa do seu álbum Covers (Hear Music - 2008).
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Wichita Lineman
(Jimmy Webb)
I am a lineman for the county
And I drive the main road
Searchin' in the sun for another overload
I hear you singin' in the wire
I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita Lineman
Is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south
Won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita Lineman
Is still on the line
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita Lineman
Is still on the line
Glen Campbell – Wichita Lineman
Glen Campbell foi o primeiro intérprete dessa canção composta por Jimmy Webb, hoje considerada um standard da música nos EUA, com incontáveis covers sem que nenhum deles sequer se iguale à qualidade da gravação original. Segue-se a primeira faixa do álbum homônimo Wichita Lineman (Capitol - 1968):
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Wichita Lineman
(Jimmy Webb)
I am a lineman for the county
And I drive the mainroad
Lookin' in the sun for another overload
I hear you singing in the wire
I can hear you thru the whine
And the Wichita Lineman
Is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south
won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita Lineman
Is still on the line
Miranda Lambert – The House That Built Me
Um country com autêntico sotaque texano. Décima faixa do álbum Revolution (Sony Music - 2009).
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The House That Built Me
(Tom Douglas, Allen Shamblin)
I know they say you cant go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine
Up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in, I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From "Better Homes and Garden" magazine
Plans were drawn, concrete poured
And nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in, I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around, I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me
Rickie Lee Jones – Flying Cowboys
A música de Rickie Lee Jones (Richard Loris Jones) é difícil de ser claramente rotulada. Percebem-se elementos de country (dos velhos tempos) e jazz.
Segue-se a sétima faixa que deu nome ao álbum Flying Cowboys (Geffen Records - 1989), o quinto de sua carreira.
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Flying Cowboys
(Rickie Lee Jones, Pascal Nabet Meyer, Sal Bernardi)
Down there by the river is a man whose horn is twisted into shapes
Unknown to the wicked and the wise
And he bears the look of an animal who has seen things
No animal should ever see
He has been driven beyond all towns and all systems until now
And though it is long past too far he keeps going
Because it's a desert
Because it's a desert
Come to the river, we'll walk away from all this now
Come to the water, we'll walk away from all this now
She first saw him standing in a doorway
Illuminated from behind by a light
Though imaginary posses have chased them to this distant adobe
Standing on the cliffs today I thought I saw you below
Walking by the river… my shadow growing smaller
It's a desert because it's a desert
They'll be asking me about you forever, I guess
Come to the river, we'll walk away from all this now
Come to the water, we'll walk away from all this now
Long coats on the prairie lying in the dust
Who can I turn to? Who can I trust?
Were you walking on the water? Playing in the sun?
But the world is turning faster than it did when I was young
When I was young, oh, when I was young
When I was young, oh, I was a wild, wild one
Brad Paisley & Alison Krauss – Whiskey Lullaby
O que atraiu a atenção para este country foi a quantidade de visualizações do vídeo no YouTube: até o momento em que fiz a conversão para mp3, eram nada menos do que 5.403.739. Nona faixa do álbum de estúdio de Brad Paisley, Mud on the Tires (Arista Nashville - 2003).
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Whiskey Lullaby
(Bill Anderson, Jon Randall)
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
