| Santana – Oye Como Va Lyrics | 5 years ago |
| @[mandagemini:27216] yes I agree that “pa” is for para. Listen more closely and I think you will hear the r. It’s “par’ gosar” rather than pa’ gosar. The vowel elides but not the consonant. | |
| Traffic – John Barleycorn Lyrics | 5 years ago |
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One trying to hear/transcribe the lyrics would do well to remember that the Traffic version of the song was inspired upon hearing an earlier version. There are numerous earlier poems but the one closest to the Traffic Lyric are in the Penguin Book of English Folk Songs. : There was three men came out of the west, Their fortunes for to try, And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn should die. They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, Throwed clods upon his head, And these three man made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn was dead. Then they let him lie for a very long time Till the rain from heaven did fall, Then little Sir John sprung up his head, And soon amazed them all. They let him stand till midsummer Till he looked both pale and wan, And little Sir John he growed a long, long beard And so became a man. They hired men with the scythes so sharp To cut him off at the knee, They rolled him and tied him by the waist, And served him most barbarously. They hired men with the sharp pitchforks Who pricked him to the heart, And the loader he served him worse than that, For he bound him to the cart. They wheeled him round and round the field Till they came unto a barn, And there they made a solemn mow of poor John Barleycorn. They hired men with the crab-tree sticks To cut him skin from bone, And the miller he served him worse than that, For he ground him between two stones. Here’s little Sir John in a nut-brown bowl, And brandy in a glass; And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl Proved the stronger man at last. And the huntsman he can’t hunt the fox, Nor so loudly blow his horn, And the tinker he can’t mend kettles nor pots Without a little of Barleycorn. |
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| Traffic – John Barleycorn Lyrics | 5 years ago |
| @[nyctuber:27205] I appreciate the quote and I believe the lyrics page should change to "kettle nor pots" instead of "or" but I have not had any luck. | |
| Traffic – John Barleycorn Lyrics | 5 years ago |
| @[bradburyesqu:27204] The three men conspiring at the outset, from the lyric, sound more like they are trying to make a profit. Although not specified, they could be the farmer, the miller, and the brewer / distiller. They are the ones who conspire to profit from the death of John Barleycorn. There is certainly irony in the song but if the three men at the outset are trying to give up drink, the "they" of succeeding verses make a lot less sense. It's a song about a lot of things. Not just one. | |
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