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Re: Lyrically speaking

Thu Sep 13, 2012 4:31 pm

Sometimes it is even better if you don't know what the lyrics are about (i.e. if they are in a language you do not speak or understand at all).
One of my favorite songs is Ana Na Ming by Salif Keita, and I always knew it was a love song of sorts. A song of painful yearning in a way, or so it seemed to me, musically speaking. I have just found an English translation for that song and it is less magnificent than I envisioned. I should have left it a mystery.

Re: Lyrically speaking

Thu Sep 13, 2012 4:48 pm

Marina wrote:Sometimes it is even better if you don't know what the lyrics are about (i.e. if they are in a language you do not speak or understand at all).
One of my favorite songs is Ana Na Ming by Salif Keita, and I always knew it was a love song of sorts. A song of painful yearning in a way, or so it seemed to me, musically speaking. I have just found an English translation for that song and it is less magnificent than I envisioned. I should have left it a mystery.


So what's it actually about then? You've stirred my curiosity! ;) :?

Re: Lyrically speaking

Thu Sep 13, 2012 5:35 pm

arcademannequin wrote:
Marina wrote:Sometimes it is even better if you don't know what the lyrics are about (i.e. if they are in a language you do not speak or understand at all).
One of my favorite songs is Ana Na Ming by Salif Keita, and I always knew it was a love song of sorts. A song of painful yearning in a way, or so it seemed to me, musically speaking. I have just found an English translation for that song and it is less magnificent than I envisioned. I should have left it a mystery.


So what's it actually about then? You've stirred my curiosity! ;) :?


Forget what I said, the emotion in the song is powerful and it is a wistful topic.

On second read there might be a lot more to the lyrics than I first thought of. It is about love and marriage, and about bearing children or not bearing them, and if something is gained from either experience. He ends singing that he fell in love with her (the woman for whom this song is intended). Simple words, but still a powerful song.

Here is the rough translation I found, I do not know how accurate it is.

My love
My love told me
My love said that…
She doesn’t want love
She said she wants marriage
She wants marriage

She doesn’t know what it is
She doesn’t want love

I told her I don’t want marriage
If she doesn’t want love


Who will help me?
Who will help me?

I went out last night
In the moon light
I went out
To the river

I thought of my love
What did I hear?
What did I hear?

It’s making a lot of noise

The river is crying
It’s making noise
Fish are “jumping” in the river

Who will help me?
Who will help me?

Childbearing women
Women who bear children
My mothers
Forgive me
My mother is a woman
Forgive me
Forgive me

One bears a child
That child doesn’t gain from you
You might get a child
And not gain from that child
You might not bear a child
But gain from that child

Who will help me?
Who will help me?
Who will help me?
Who will help me?

Honey I fell in love with you

I’m in love with you
Honey I fell in love with you

I’m in love with you
Honey everyone has his love

I’m in love with you
Honey I fell in love with you

I’m in love with you
Girl I fell in love with you

I’m in love with you.
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Re: Lyrically speaking

Sun Jun 23, 2013 1:47 pm

Great lyrics by Springsteen on this track. 'Black Cowboys'. - My opinion, Springsteen's best album. Musically understated and all the better for it. - Love songs that tell stories and, to me, this is pure poetry. :)


'Black Cowboys'....

Rainey Williams' playground was the Mott Haven streets
Where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths
Names and photos of young black faces
Whose death and blood consecrated these places
Rainey's mother said, 'Rainey stay at my side, for you
Are my blessing you are my pride.
It's your love here that keeps my soul alive
I want you to come home from school and stay inside.'

Rainey'd do his work and put his books away.
There was a channel showed a western movie everyday.
Lynette brought him home books on the black cowboys
Of the Oklahoma range and the Seminole scouts
Who fought the tribes of the Great Plains.
Summer come and the days grew long, Rainey always
Had his mother's smile to depend on.
Along a street of stray bullets he made his way,
To the warmth of her arms at the end of each day.

Come the fall the rain flooded these homes.
Here Ezekiel's valley of dry bones, it fell hard and dark to the ground.
It fell without a sound. Lynette took up
With a man whose business was the boulevard,
Whose smile was fixed in face that was never off guard.
In the pipes 'Neath the kitchen sink his secrets he kept.
In the day, behind drawn curtains, in Lynette's bedroom he slept.

Then she got lost in the days. The smile Rainey
Depended on dusted away. The arms that held him were
No more his home. He lay at night his head pressed to
Her chest listening to the ghost in her bones.

In the kitchen Rainey slipped his hand between the pipes.
From a brown paper bag pulled five hundred dollar bills
And stuck it in his coat side,
Stood in the dark at his mother's bed,
Brushed her hair and kissed her eyes.

In the twilight Rainey walked to the station along streets of stone.
Through Pennsylvania and Ohio his train drifted on.
Through the small towns of Indiana the big train crept,
As he lay his head back on the seat and slept.
He awoke and the towns gave way to muddy fields of green,
Corn and cotton and an endless nothin' in between.
Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped and was gone.
The moon rose and stripped the earth to its bone.
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Re: Lyrically speaking

Fri Jun 28, 2013 2:47 pm

Stuart Adamson had a knack for writing the kind of words that struck you, whether political , emotional or whatever:

"We`re tied together by a simple little pledge
Before we know the trust it takes
To walk up to that edge.
We let ourselves be drawn,
Let ourselves be used.
I only ever wanted to
Be taken in by you.

It took too long for me
To be who I am
Maybe it`s enough for me
To be me when I can..."


I could quote pages of his words.For me the saddest death of the many musical heroes. A fantastic lyricist.
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Re: Lyrically speaking

Fri Jun 28, 2013 4:54 pm

Clutcher of Straws wrote:For me the saddest death of the many musical heroes.


Completely. :(

.......Silent souls washed upon the shore, left to walk the sands evermore.....
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Re: Lyrically speaking

Fri Jun 28, 2013 8:14 pm

arcademannequin wrote:
Clutcher of Straws wrote:For me the saddest death of the many musical heroes.


Completely. :(

.......Silent souls washed upon the shore, left to walk the sands evermore.....

Paul, you will hae me greetin.
"Where were you when my ship went down?
Where were you when I ran a ground..."

Re: Lyrically speaking

Sun Aug 04, 2013 2:53 pm

Re: Lyrically speaking

Thu Jan 02, 2014 7:57 pm

Don McLean - 'Orphans Of Wealth' (brilliant lyrics, still sadly relevant today :( )


There is no time to discuss or debate
What is right, what is wrong for our people
Time has run out for all those who wait
With bent limbs and minds that are feeble

And the rain falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls and blows through their door
And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise, they cover the floor

They come from the north and they come from the south
And they come from the hills and the valleys
And they're migrants and farmers and miners and humans
Our census neglected to tally

And the rain falls and blows through their window
And the rain falls and it blows through their door
And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise, they cover the floor

And they're African, Mexican, Caucasian, Indian
Hungry and hopeless Americans
The orphans of wealth and of adequate health
Disowned by this nation they live in

And with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand
Yet but one more degradation
And they're treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps
This thriving and prosperous nation

And the rain falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls and blows through their door
And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise, they cover the floor

And with roaches and rickets and rats in the thickets
Infested, diseased and decaying
With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze
By the poisonous pools, they are playing

In shacks of two rooms that are rotting wood tombs
With corpses breathing inside them
And we pity their plight as they call in the night
And we do all that we can do to hide them

And the rain falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls in white drifts that fold
And the tides rise with floods in the nursery
And a child is crying, he's hungry and cold

His life has been sold, his young face looks old
It's the face of America, dying

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