Street-tease

Pendant que je passais le week-end à remettre à jour mon iTunes, trié, renommé, supprimé... et donc que je développais une monomanie aigüe du besoin vital et physique d'avoir tout classé parfaitement, j'ai aussi pris le temps de me remettre dans les historiques d'artistes et les lyrics de tracks.

J'ai donc découvert que 'Traveling Riverside Blues' de Led Zeppelin est une reprise arrangée de la track du même nom du bluesman Robert Johnson, souvent qualifié comme le plus important chanteur de blues d'ailleurs. Il est mort douteusement à seuleument 27 ans (pas mal de docus sont sortis sur lui, je vous laisse googler ça) mais, j'avoue j'avais aucune idée de son existence.

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While I was spending my week-end cleaning this damned iTunes, and startin to become monomaniacal with a physical need to get everything perfectly classified, I have also taken time to get back into artists' history and lyrics.

I've then discovered that 'Traveling Riverside Blues' by Led Zeppelin is in fact a version of the same named track from bluesman Robert Johnson, actually often described as the most important blues singer ever. He mysteriously died at 27 (few documentaries have been made about him so google it), but I admit, I never heard about him (bad digger i am).

J'ai donc checké tout ça et je me suis tapée une barre de rire...Apparemment, en 1937 les lyrics crus et sales n'existaient pas vraiment, mais les métaphores sont fantastiques

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So I have checked everything and I fuckin laugh my ass of (maybe you english speaking peeps, you won't laugh as much as me).
Apparently in 1937, nasty lyrics weren't really existing, but metaphors were tasty!

ROBERT JONHSON Version

If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
Best come on back to Friars Point, mama, and barrelhouse all night long

Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my...
You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg
But I'm goin' back to Friars Point, if I be rockin'to my head

LED ZEPPLIN Version Version

Asked sweet mama, Let me be her kid
She said, "You might get hurt if you don't keep it hid"

Well I know my baby, If I see her in the dark
I said I know my rider, If I see her in the dark

Now, I goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by my side
Still barrelhouse, If it's on the riverside, yeah
I know my baby, Lord, I said, "is really sloppy drunk"
I know my mama, Lord, a brownskin, but she ain't no plum

See my baby, tell her, Tell her hurry home
Had no lovin', since my baby been gone
See my baby, Tell hurry on home
I ain't had, Lord, my right mind, Since my rider's been gone

Hey, she promises, She's my rider
I wanna tell you, She's my rider
I know you're mine, She's my rider
She ain't but sixteen, But she's my rider

I'm goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by side
Anybody argue with me man, I'll keep them satisfied
Well, see my baby, tell her, Tell her the shape I'm in
Ain't had no lovin', Lord, since you know when

Why don't you come into my kitchen

She's a kindhearted lady. She studies evil all the time
She's a kindhearted woman. She studies evil all the time

Squeeze my lemon 'til the juice runs down my leg
Squeeze it so hard, I'll fall right out of bed
Squeeze my lemon, 'til the juice runs down my leg

I wonder if you know what I'm talkin' about

Oh, but the way that you squeeze it girl
I swear I'm gonna fall right out of bed

She's a good rider
She's my kindhearted lady
I'm gonna take my rider by my side
I said her front teeth are lined with gold
She's gotta mortgage on my body, got a lien on my soul
She's my brownskin sugar plum...