Arvid Smith - Live in Brittany

Vous avez été nombreux a aimer le concert privé d'Arvid Smith à Noël dans notre studio. Nous en avons tiré plusieurs vidéos.

Voici la première. Il s'agit de 2 titres enchaînés :

1)Pretty Boy Floyd (Woody Guthrie)--an outlaw ballad
2)John Barleycorn Must Die (trad. English -this is the Martin Carthy version)---this song is ancient English about growing grain and making alcohol and how you cannot stop people from the drink...(hooray!)

Pretty Boy Floyd
"come gather round you people a tale I will tell
about Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw Oklahoma knew him well.
Was in the town of Shawnee on a saturday afternoon , his wife was waiting
in the wagon, so into town they rode.
 
When up caome a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude
using vulgar words and language , his wife she overheard.
 
Then pretty Boy grabbed a log chain, that deputy grabbed a gun
and in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down.
 
He ran through the trees and bushes, he lived a life of shame
every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name.
He ran through the trees and bushes to the Canadian river shore
and many a starving farmer opened up his door.
 
Was in Oklahoma city upon a christmas day, a whole carload of groceries and a letter it did say:
"you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a theif, well here is christmas dinner for the families on the street."
 
As through this life you'll travel you'll meet some funny men
some will rob you with a six gun and some with a fountain pen.
As through this life you'll travel as through this life you'll roam but you'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home"
 
John Barleycorn Must Die
 
there were 3 men came out of the west
their fortunes for to try
and these 3 man made a solemn oath
John Barleycorn must die
 
they've plowed they've sewn, they've harrowed him in
threw clods upon his head
and these three men made a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead
 
They've let him lie for a very long time till the rains from heaven did fall
and little sir john sprung up his head and so amazed them all.
They've let him stand till midsummer's day when he looked both pale and wan
and little sir john has grown a long long beard and so become a man.
 
They've hired men with the scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
they've rolled him and tied him around the waist serving him most barbarously
they've hired men with the sharp pitchforks to prick him to the heart
and the load served him worse than that for they've bound him to the cart.
 
They wheeled him around and around a filed till they came on to a barn
and there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn
they've hired men with the crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone
and the miller served him worse than that for they've ground him between two stones.
 
And little sir john and the nut brown bowl and the brandy in his glass.
and litlle sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last.
 
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
and the tinker can't mend kettle nor pot.............without a little Barleycorn.