unsorted ~ Народная песня

Возраст: 36 C нами с 25.02.2005 Репутация: **111.6**

Давайте здесь делиться народными песнями, наверняка каждый знает хотя бы несколько песен... Только речь здесь не идет о песнях которые Бабкина там поет Весело

Если есть возможность то хотелось бы услышать еще и записи. А также наверняка есть аккорды. К тому же можно писть не только русские народные песни, но и зарубежные, ну скажем все знают ирландскую народную песню "House of the rising sun" или "Peggy-O"... Я начну и выложу две песни, нашу - "Вот пуля просвистела" и упомянутую выше "Peggy-O", обратите внимание на тексты, это не Катя Лель Улыбочка

Вот пуля просвистела

Am C A7
Вот пуля просвистела, в грудь попала мне

Dm Am G
Спасся я в степи на лихом коне
Hо шашкою меня комисар достал
Покачнулся я и с коня упал

Припев:

Am C A7
Хе-е-е-й да конь мой вонроной

Dm Am G
Хе-е-е-й да обрез стальной

Am C А7
Хе-е-е-й да густой туман
Dm F G Am
Хе-е-е-й ой да батька атаман
F G Am
Да батька атаман
Hа одном коне я пришел с войны
Привязал коня, сел я у жены
Hо часу не прошло - комиссар пришел
Отвязал коня и жену увел
Припев
Спаса со стены под рубаху снял
Хату подпалил да обрез достал
При Cоветах жить - торговать свой крест
Сколько нас таких уходило в лес
Припев

Pretty Peggy-O

E
Well, as we marched down, as we marched down
B
Well, as we marched down to Fennario
E A
Well, our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
B E
Her name that she had was Pretty Peggy-O

Well, what will your mother say, what will your mother say
What will your mother say, Pretty Peggy-O
What will your mother say to know you're going away
You're never, never, never coming back-io

Come a-running down your stairs, come a-running down your stairs
Come a-running down your stairs, Pretty Peggy-O
Come a-running down your stairs, combing back your yellow hair
You're the prettiest darned girl I ever seen-io.

The lieutenant he has gone, the lieutenant he has gone
The lieutenant he has gone, Pretty Peggy-O
The lieutenant he has gone, long gone
He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo.

Well, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead
Our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O
Well, our captain he is dead, died for a maid
He's buried somewhere in Louisiana-O.

ПС. Первую песню можно лышать в исполнении Чижа и Со, вторую - Боба Дилана или Simon & Garfunkel, в сети точно есть в большом количестве Улыбочка

Возраст: 42 C нами с 22.07.2005 Репутация: **126.7**

Самое что ни на есть народное!

Eagles Hotel California

Bm F#
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
A E
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
G D
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
Em
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
F#
I had to stop for the night

Bm F#
There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell
A E
And I was thinking to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell
G D
Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way
Em F#
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

G D
Welcome to the Hotel California.
Em Bm7
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
G D
(1)Plenty of room at the Hotel California
(2)They livin' it up at the Hotel California
Em F#
(1)Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
(2)What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis

Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain; "Please bring me my wine."
"We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say

CHORUS (with ending 2)

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax" said the nightman, "We are programmed to receive"
"You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave"

А вот еще вспомнилось))

Uno momentо Народная итальянская песня. сл.Г.Гладкова

Am
Mare bella donna,
F
Che un bel canzone,
Dm E7
Sai, che ti amo, sempre amo.

Am
Donna bella mare,
F
Credere, cantare ,
G
Dammi il momento,
F E7
Che mi piace piu' !

C G
Uno, uno, uno, un momento,
C
Uno, uno, uno sentimento,
Uno, uno, uno complimento
E sacramento, sacramento, sacramento...

C нами с 11.09.2005 Репутация: **8.1**

господа,если найдется,выложите плиз Bob Dylan- Masters Of War...очень интересно текст почитать:)

Возраст: 36 C нами с 25.02.2005 Репутация: **111.6**

AndrewS, Калифорния вроде не народная песня Равнодушный

odradek,

Masters Of War

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

ПС. Но я вообще под этой темой подразумевал песни придуманные народом, а не те что народ любит... Так и Yesterday можно народной назвать Подмигивание