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Les métaphores sexuelles dans le Classic Female blues

Message par Flovia le Ven 18 Avr 2014 - 10:04

Suite aux dernières interventions de Gut sur le sujet, et bien entendu toujours dans le contexte purement historique du style, je vous propose de rechercher, dans le répertoire des divas du blues, des exemples typiques de lyrics imagés.

Aussi, mettons-nous à l'aise, et dégustons ensemble quelques uns des fleurons du genre...

Lil Johnson – 'My stove is in good condition'



'My stole is in good condition' - Lyrics

''I've got a range in my kitchen, sure bakes nice and brown
I've got a range in my kitchen, sure bakes nice and brown
All I need is some good daddy, who turns my damper down

And my stove is automatic, you don't have to burn wood or coal
And my stove is automatic, you don't have to burn wood or coal
I just strike your match baby, and stick right in the hole

And it's yas yas baby, my stove is all cleaned down
And it's yas yas baby, my stove is all cleaned down
I always keep it in good condition, you know what I'm talkin' about

Hummmm... My pot is boiling low
Hummmm... My pot is boiling low
If you can't keep it percolatin', well I swear you'll have to go

I don't want no charcoal, if you can't bake my biscuits brown
I don't want no charcoal, if you can't bake my biscuits brown
If my wood gets too high, I swear you'll have to turn my damper down. ''



Lil Johnson - 'Press my button ring'



'Press my button ring' - Lyrics

My man thought he was raising Sam
I said, "Give it to me baby, you don't understand
Where to put that thing
Where to put that thing
Just press my button, give my bell a ring"

Come on, baby, let's have some fun
Just put your hot dog in my bun
And I'll have that thing
That ting-a-ling
Just press my button, give my bell a ring

My man's out there in the rain and cold
He's got the right key, but just can't find the hole
He say, "Where's that thing
That ting-a-ling
I've been pressin' your button, and your bell won't ring"

Beat it out, boy!
Come on and oil my button!
Kinda rusty!

Now, tell me daddy, what it's all about
Tryin' to fix your spark plug and it's all worn out
I can't use that thing
That ting-a-ling
I've been pressin' your button, and your bell won't ring

Hear my baby, all out of breath
Been workin' all night and ain't done nothin' yet
What's wrong with that thing
My ting-a-ling
I been pressin' your button, and your bell won't ring

Tell me, baby, on my bended knee
I want some kind daddy just to hear my plea
And bring me that thing
That ting-a-ling
Just press my button, give my bell a ring''


Bessie smith -  I need a little sugar in my bowl



'I need a little sugar in my bowl' - Lyrics

''Tired of bein' lonely, tired of bein' blue
I wished I had some good man, to tell my troubles to
Seem like the whole world's wrong
Since my man's been gone
I need a little sugar in my bowl
I need a little hot dog on my roll
I can stand a bit of lovin', oh so bad
I feel so funny, I feel so sad
I need a little steam-heat on my floor
Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go
What's the matter hard papa
Come on and save your mama's soul
'Cause I need a little sugar, in my bowl, doggone it
I need a some sugar in my bowl
I need a some sugar in my bowl

I need a little sugar in my bowl
I need a little hot dog between my rolls
You gettin' different, I've been told
Move your finger, drop something in my bowl
I need a little steam-heat on my floor
Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go
Get off your knees, I can't see what you're drivin' at
It's dark down there looks like a snake!
C'mon here and drop somethin' here in my bowl
Stop your foolin' and drop somethin' in my bowl''


Lucille Bogan - 'Shave 'em dry'


(celle-ci est sans équivoque, et plutôt hot. Pudibonds, s'abstenir!...)

'Shave 'em dry' - Lyrics

I got nipples on my titties
Big as the end of my thumb
I got something between my legs
That'll make a dead-man come

Oooh woo Daddy, Baby won't you shave 'em dry
Want you to grind me baby
Grind me until I cry

There I fucked all night
And the night before, baby
And I feel just like I wanna fuck some more
Oh great God, daddy grind me honey
Shave me dry

And when you hear me howling baby
Want you to shave me dry

I got nipples on my titties
Big as the end of my thumb
Daddy that's comin' when you want
And then when you make it outcome

Oh, daddy shave me dry
And I'll give you something baby
Swear it'll make you dry
I'm gonna turn back my mattress
And let you on my springs
I want you to grind me daddy
Until the bells do ring

Oh Daddy
Want you to shave me dry...''

(à compléter...)


Dernière édition par Flovia le Ven 18 Avr 2014 - 15:21, édité 1 fois
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Re: Les métaphores sexuelles dans le Classic Female blues

Message par Gut bucket le Ven 18 Avr 2014 - 13:39

Super Flovia.  cheers 
Lucille Bogan, c'est pimenté!!


If you see my rooster, Memphis Minnie.

If you see my rooster
Please run him on back home
If you see my rooster
Please run him on back home
I haven't found no eggs in my basket
Since my rooster been gone

I heard my rooster crowing
This morning just about the break of day
I heard my rooster crowing
This morning just about the break of day

I guess that was the time he was making his getaway
I just found out how come my hens won't lay
I just found out how come my hens won't lay
Every time I look around my rooster have done gone away

Now play it, Bob
Tell me 'bout my rooster

I've got too many hens
For not to have no roosters on my yard
I've got too many hens
For not to have no roosters on my yard
And I don't know what's the matter
Something have done got 'em barred

Now, Bob, if you see my rooster
Please run him on back home
Now, Bob, if you see my rooster
Please run him on back home
I haven't found no eggs in my basket
Since my rooster been gone



Empty bed blues, Bessie Smith.


I woke up this morning with a awful aching head
I woke up this morning with a awful aching head
My new man had left me, just a room and a empty bed
Bought me a coffee grinder that's the best one I could find
Bought me a coffee grinder that's the best one I could find
Oh he could grind my coffee, cause he had a brand new grind
He's a deep sea diver with a stroke that can't go wrong
He's a deep sea diver with a stroke that can't go wrong
He can stay at the bottom and his wind holds out so long
He knows how to thrill me and he thrills me night and day
Oh he knows how to thrill me, he thrills me night and day
He's got a new way of loving, almost takes my breath away
Lord he's got that sweet somethin' and I told my girlfriend Lou
He's got that sweet somethin' and I told my girlfriend Lou
From the way she's raving, she must have gone and tried it too

When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue
When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue
My springs are getting rusty, sleeping single like I do
Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night
Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night
Then I bought him a mattress so he could lay just right
He came home one evening with his beret way up high
He came home one evening with his beret way up high
What he had to give me, make me wring my hands and cry
He give me a lesson that I never had before
He give me a lesson that I never had before
When he got to teachin' me, from my elbow down was sore
He poured my first cabbage and he made it awful hot
He poured my first cabbage and he made it awful hot
When he put in the bacon, it overflowed the pot



Black cat blues, Memphis Minnie.

I got a big black cat who sits in my back door
He catches every rat run across my floor
Now everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
I wouldn't sell that cat to save your soul
If it wasn't for that cat, I wouldn't know what I would do
Rats cutting up all of my clothes and shoes
Now everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
I wouldn't sell that cat to save your soul
I been had this old cat, now, for three, four years
Didn't nobody want him till I brought him here
Now everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
I wouldn't sell that cat to save your soul
(spoken: Catch a rat!)
Before I got that cat, rats had holes all in my walls
Since I brought her home you can't find no holes at all
Now everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
I wouldn't sell that cat to save your soul
You have seen a-lots of cats and you going to see a-lots more
I got one I carries everywhere I go
Now everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
Everybody wants to buy my kitty
I wouldn't sell that cat to save your soul




My kitchen Man, Bessie Smith

Madam Buff's was quite deluxe
Servants by the score
Footmen at each door
Butlers and maids galore

But one day Sam, her kitchen man
Gave in his notice, he's through
She cried, "Oh Sam, don't go
It'll grieve me if you do"

I love his cabbage gravy, his hash
Crazy 'bout his succotash
I can't do without my kitchen man

Wild about his turnip top
Like the way he warms my chop
I can't do without my kitchen man

Anybody else can leave
And I would only laugh
But he means too much to me
And you ain't heard the half

Oh, his jelly roll is so nice and hot
Never fails to touch the spot
I can't do without my kitchen man

His frankfurters are oh so sweet
How I like his sausage meat
I can't do without my kitchen man

Oh, how that boy can open clam
No one else is can touch my ham
I can't do without my kitchen man

When I eat his doughnuts
All I leave is the hole
Any time he wants to
Why, he can use my sugar bowl

Oh, his baloney's really worth a try
Never fails to satisfy
I can't do without my kitchen man



Dernière édition par Gut bucket le Ven 18 Avr 2014 - 15:21, édité 1 fois
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Re: Les métaphores sexuelles dans le Classic Female blues

Message par jb28 le Ven 18 Avr 2014 - 14:46

Tout ça, c'est que des histoires de fermière qui ne trouve pas d'oeufs dans son panier, pas de quoi fouetter un chat  Razz 
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Re: Les métaphores sexuelles dans le Classic Female blues

Message par Flovia le Ven 18 Avr 2014 - 15:10

Aaah, enfin des réponses! (Toujours partant pour l'aventure, notre Gut Bucket! )
L'espace d'un instant, j'ai bien cru que chacun d'entre vous avait perdu sa langue...

...Bonne idée de proposer les textes, Gut! Je vais les rajouter...

Bessie Smith a écrit:

''I woke up this morning with a awful aching head
I woke up this morning with a awful aching head
My new man had left me, just a room and a empty bed
Bought me a coffee grinder that's the best one I could find
Bought me a coffee grinder that's the best one I could find
Oh he could grind my coffee, cause he had a brand new grind''

Remède suprême contre les maux de têtes ? Pourquoi pas, après tout ? Je doute néanmoins qu'il ait beaucoup de candidates, migraineuses avérées s'entend, pour l'expérimenter...  

...

Barrel house Annie'If it don't fix, don't force it'



'If you don't fit it don't force it' - Lyrics

''If it don't fit don't force it,
'Cause you'll make your momma mad.
If it don't fit don't force it,
'Cause you'll only get in bad.

Changed the lock 'cause you stayed out till four,
Your key didn't fit, you tried to break down the door!
If it don't fit don't force it,
'Cause you'll make your momma mad.

If it don't fit don't force it,
'Cause you'll make your momma mad.
If it don't fit don't force it,
'Cause you'll only get in bad.

Now it may stretch, it may not tear at all,
But you'll never pack that big mule up in my stall!
If it don't fit don't force it,
'Cause you'll make your momma mad.

If it don't fit don't force it,
'Cause you'll make your momma mad.
If it don't fit don't force it,
'Cause you'll only get in bad.

You don't seem to understand my position,
I never let you put my works out of commission!
If it don't fit don't force it,
'Cause you'll make your momma mad, oh yeah,
'Cause you'll make your momma mad.''
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Re: Les métaphores sexuelles dans le Classic Female blues

Message par Gut bucket le Ven 18 Avr 2014 - 15:36

Euh, là, c'est l'mécano qu'a une panne... No 
Et Bessie, elle est pas contente!

You've been a good old wagon, Bessie Smith

lookee here daddy, I wanna tell you, please get out o' my sight,
I'm playin' quits now, right from this very night!
You've had your day, don't stand around and frown,
You've been a good old wagon, daddy, but you done broke down!

Now you better go to the blacksmith's shop and get yourself overhauled,
There's nothin' about you to make a good homin' for!
Nobody wants a baby when a real man can be found,
You've been a good old wagon, daddy, but you done broke down!

When the sun is shinin', it's time to make hay,
I've seen 'mobiles operate, you can't make that wagon pay!
When you were in your prime, you loved to run around,
You've been a good old wagon, honey, but you done broke down!

There's no need to cry and make a big show,
This man has taught me more about lovin' than you will ever know!
He is the king of lovin', has manners of a crown,
He's a good old wagon, daddy, and he ain't broke down!




You've got to give me some, Bessie Smith.

Loving is the thing I crave
For your love I'll be your slave
You gotta give me some, yes give me some
Can't you hear me pleading, you gotta give me some
Said mister Jones to old butcher Pete,
I want a piece of your good old meat
You gotta give me some, oh give me some
I crave your round steak, you gotta give me some
Sweet as candy in a candy shop
Is just your sweet sweet lollypop
You gotta give me some, please give me some
I love all day suckers, you gotta give me some
To the milkman I heard Mary scream
Said she wanted a lots of cream
You gotta give me some, oh give me some
Catch it when you come sir, you gotta give me some
Hear my cryin' on my bended knees
If you wanna put my soul at ease
You gotta give me some, please give me some
Can't stand it any longer, you gotta give me some
Seeper called to Pele-Mele, sugar lump
Said I'm going crazy about your hump
You've got to give me some, please give me some
I can't wait eight days, you gotta give me some
Jaybird said to the peckerwood,
I like to peck like a pecker should
But give me some, yes give me some
I'm crazy about them worms, you've gotta give me some



Cemetery Blues, Bessie Smith

Folks, I know a gal named Cemetary Lize,
Down in Tennessee;
She has got a pair of mean old graveyard eyes,
Full of misery!
Every night and day,
You can hear her sing her blues away:
I'm going down to the cemetary,
'Cause the world is all wrong!
I'm going down to the cemetary,
'Cause the world is all wrong!
Down there with the spooks to hear 'em sing my sorrow song.
Got a date to see a ghost
By the name of Jones,
Got a date to see a ghost,
By the name of Jones,
Makes me feel happy to hear him rattle his bones!
He's one man
I always know just where to find!
He's one man,
I always know just where to find!
When you want true lovin', go and get the cemetary kind!
He ain't no fine dresser,
He don't wear nothin' but a sack;
Yeah, he ain't no fine dresser,
He don't wear nothin' but a sack;
Everytime he kisses me, that funny feeling creeps up my back!

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Re: Les métaphores sexuelles dans le Classic Female blues

Message par Gut bucket le Ven 18 Avr 2014 - 15:41

Nobody in town can bake a sweet Jelly Roll like mine, Bessie Smith.


In a bakery shop today
I heard Miss Mandy Jenkins say
She had the best cake, you see
And they were fresh as fresh could be
And as the people would pass by
You would hear Miss Mandy cry

Nobody in town can bake a sweet jelly roll
Like mine, like mine
No other one in town can bake a sweet jelly roll
So fine, so fine

It's worth lots of dough, the boys tell me so
It's fresh every day, you'll hear 'em all say
Don't be no dunce, just try it once
You'll be right in line

Somebody told me I made the best jelly roll
In town, I say in town
You must admit that I'm a jelly roll
Bakin' hound, bakin' hound

Good jelly roll, jelly roll is so hard to find
We always get the other kind
Nobody in town can bake a sweet jelly roll like mine

Somebody told me I made the best jelly roll
In town, I say in town
You must admit that I'm a jelly roll
Bakin' hound, bakin' hound

Good jelly roll, jelly roll from a bakery shop
Will surely make a pool frog hop
Nobody in town can bake a sweet jelly roll
Like mine, like mine

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Re: Les métaphores sexuelles dans le Classic Female blues

Message par Gut bucket le Ven 18 Avr 2014 - 15:47

He's got me going, Bessie Smith.


Don't know what come over me,
Done lost my self control;
He's the sugar in my tea,
The jelly in my roll!

Got me goin',
He's got me goin',
But I don't know where I'm headed for!

Gee, I've got a lovin' man,
One o' them handsome brutes,
He's built 'ccordin' to a plan,
Too bad when it suits.

Got me goin',
He's got me goin',
But I don't know where I'm headed for!

I can't sleep a doggone wink
Unless he's by my side;
Mind's so different I just can't think
Without my easy ride!

Got me goin',
He's got me goin',
But I don't know where I'm headed for!

Lay and listen to the clock,
Ticks loud as a drum,
Hear the crowing of a cock,
Still my man ain't come!

Got me goin',
He's got me goin',
But I don't know where I'm headed for!

Wouldn't be no two-time gal,
Just one man's enough,
I don't need no two men 'cause
My one man knows his stuff!

Got me goin',
He's got me goin',
But I don't know where I'm headed for!

Got a heart for just one man,
Knows how to get to it,
For he's got the only key
That's the perfect fit!

Got me goin',
He's got me goin',
But I don't know where I'm headed for!

'Fraid to adverise my man,
Simply scared to death!
He's xxxxx by him,
And tryin' for there self.

Got me goin',
He's got me goin',
But I don't know where I'm headed for!

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Message par Gut bucket le Ven 18 Avr 2014 - 15:50

Nouvelle panne...

What's the matter now, Bessie Smith


Papa, Papa, treetop tall
Hear your lovin' mama call
You ain't doin' no good
You ain't treatin' me like you should

Papa, Papa, hear my plea
Stop mistreatin' me
You stay, stay away
That's why you hear me say

What's the matter now?
What's the matter now?
Ain't seen you, honey
Since well last spring
Tell me, pretty Papa
Have you broke that thing?

What's the matter now
That we can't get along somehow?
I ain't had no sugar in a long time
Tell me, what's the matter now?
Daddy, tell me what's the matter now?

What's the matter now?
What's the matter now?
You never give me lovin'
Like a daddy should
Tell me, do you really think
I'm made o' wood?

What's the matter now?
Cruel Daddy, we can't get along somehow
Mama wants some honey from that honeycomb
Tell me, what's the matter now?
Daddy, tell me what's the matter now?

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Re: Les métaphores sexuelles dans le Classic Female blues

Message par Flovia le Ven 18 Avr 2014 - 16:02

Eh oui, on peut la comprendre, Bessie ! Rien de pire que les pannes ( ou encore, une surchauffe moteur) qui vous laissent en rade.

jb28 a écrit:Tout ça, c'est que des histoires de fermière qui ne trouve pas d'oeufs dans son panier, pas de quoi fouetter un chat  Razz 
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Hin hin, mais pas seulement, ça parle aussi gastronomie rapide (en-cas pris sur le pouce), et nutrition (fruits à coques riches en oméga-9)...

Georgia White – 'Hot nuts ( get 'em from the peanut man)'




Butterbeans & Susie - I want a hot dog for my rolls

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Re: Les métaphores sexuelles dans le Classic Female blues

Message par Phil cotton color le Ven 18 Avr 2014 - 16:08

hé bé...  Wink 
Bah si vous voulez retranscrire les paroles de tous les Blues à double sens érotico-salaces, vous n'êtes pas sortis du sex sh... heu... de l'auberge !  Laughing 
Mais c'est vrai que les chanteuses de "classic Blues" des années 20et 30 n'étaient pas "coincées" et n'y allaient pas par 4 chemins...
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Re: Les métaphores sexuelles dans le Classic Female blues

Message par Flovia le Lun 21 Avr 2014 - 11:57

Euh... Faut pas non plus exagérer, s'il existe une quarantaine de titres (voire une cinquantaine...), c'est bien le grand maximum .

Un autre exemple, tout policé, celui-là:

Alberta Hunter – 'Send me a man'



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