2009年 11月 21日 ( 6 )

 

名曲「Stuck Inside Of Mobile With A Memphis Blues Again」




Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again

Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block.
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk.
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line.
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine.
An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that,
But then again, there's only one I've met
An' he just smoked my eyelids
An' punched my cigarette."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks,
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked.
But me, I expected it to happen,
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the senator came down here
Showing ev'ryone his gun,
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son.
An' me, I nearly got busted
An' wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved it to him,
Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me,
I hope you're satisfied."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the rainman gave me two cures,
Then he said, "Jump right in."
The one was Texas medicine,
The other was just railroad gin.
An' like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind,
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

When Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon,
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon.
An' I say, "Aw come on now,
You must know about my debutante."
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb.
They all fall there so perfectly,
It all seems so well timed.
An' here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

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by ichiro_ishikawa | 2009-11-21 20:06 | 音楽 | Comments(0)  

名曲「男達のメロディー」


C E7    F    C
走り出したら 何か答えが出るだろうなんて
C E7   Am  F C G C
俺もあてにはしてないさ してないさ
C E7   F   C
男だったら 流れ弾のひとつやふたつ
C E7   Am  F C G C
胸にいつでも刺さってる 刺さってる

Pick Up Your Head
   G
Throw away your blue's
D   G
どうせ一度の人生さ

The more you give
     G
Babe The less you lose, yeah
C E7   Am  F C G C
運が悪けりゃ死ぬだけさ 死ぬだけさ



ギター&ボーカルの芳野藤丸は、ちょっとリチャード・ウンに似てるな。

by ichiro_ishikawa | 2009-11-21 01:41 | 音楽 | Comments(0)  

詩「生きるヒント」


 夜はとっとと寝ちまうことだ。ろくな事がないしろくな事を考えない。そして朝日とともに起きよう。夜はやましい。常にお天道様と共にいよう。お天道様の前ではやましい事は出来まい。そしてご飯を食べ、運動し、大いに語らい、笑い、お天道様が首を傾げる頃には早やゆっくり風呂につかって、沈みきったら寝てしまおう。それが人生のこつだ。

by ichiro_ishikawa | 2009-11-21 01:30 | 日々の泡 | Comments(2)  

エセー「やさしさ紙芝居」


 やっぱり頭のいい人がいい。バカは人を傷つけるから会いたくない。傷つく方が悪いのは承知しているが、いくら承知していようとも傷つくのはつらい。字も読めないしモノを知らないけど頭のいい人はいる。コミュニケーションが巧いとされ知識はたっぷりで仕事が上手だけれど頭の悪い人は多い。頭の良さとは優しさ、思いやりだろうと思う。弱い人間のダメな人間の存在価値を無条件に肯定できるような。彼らはもともと優しいのではない。優しさとは意志だし知性なんだと思う。想像力がものを言うからだ。俺は優しい人になれればそれで十分だ。それは頭がいいという事に違いない。

by ichiro_ishikawa | 2009-11-21 01:17 | 文学 | Comments(2)  

詩「嘆き」


 口に出せない事、口に出してはいけない事というのが世の中にはあるし、そも、それを言葉にする詩才もないのだけれど、ただ、この「これ」は確かに在るのであって、その存在をどうするすべもないのだとしたら、どうしたらいいのか。この世に本というものがあって本当に良かったと生まれてから今一番強く感じている。特に詩人がいて助かってる。小説はそれが「日常」に照射されて出てくるので危険なのだ。奥の方から理性を浸食してくる「それ」は詩人による詩に出会って初めて鎮静する。
 

by ichiro_ishikawa | 2009-11-21 00:52 | 日々の泡 | Comments(0)  

ラブソング「38の夜」


 夜が怖い。すげえ怖い。真っ暗闇だ。頭がおかしくなる。鼓動が治まらない。ヤバい。
 助けてくれ。どうしたらいい!? 心臓が破裂する!

by ichiro_ishikawa | 2009-11-21 00:36 | 日々の泡 | Comments(2)