Ain't Got No / I Got Life‎

Nina Simone
Lingua: Inglese

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Medley di due canzoni tratte dal musical “Hair” che aveva esordito a Broadway ‎nell’ottobre dell’anno precedente.‎
Le parole originarie sono di James Rado e Gerome Ragni‎
Le musiche originarie di Gal MacDermot

Dall’album “’Nuff Said!” registrato dal vivo durante un concerto al NYCB Theater at Westbury ‎‎(allora chiamato Westbury Music Fair) il 7 aprile 1968, tre giorni dopo l’assassinio di Martin Luther King ed ‎interamente dedicato al carismatico leader dell’African-American Civil Rights Movement.‎

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Nello stesso album anche The Backlash Blues, Why? (The King of Love Is Dead) e Peace of Mind.‎


Ho preferito attribure questa canzone a Nina Simone perché nel medley di “Ain't Got No / I Got ‎Life” sono riassunti in un solo brano l’opposizione alla società americana di allora (“io non ho ‎nulla, non sono come mi volete voi”) ed alla guerra in Vietnam (“io non ho nulla ma ho la mia vita, ‎e voi non me la toglierete!”) che nel musical erano affidate a due brani distinti.‎
Naturalmente la grande Nina Simone non ne fece mai una versione uguale. Il ‎‎testo riportato è quello della versione ‎resa il 13 maggio 1968 presso i New York RCA Studios.‎
Di seguito contribuirò i testi delle due canzoni originarie.‎
I ain't got no home ain't got no shoes ain't got no money
Ain't got no class ain't got no skirts ain't got no sweater
Ain't got no perfume ain't got no bed ain't got no mind
Ain't got no mother ain't got no culture ain't got no friends
Ain't got no schooling ain't got no love ain't got no name
Ain't got no ticket ain't got no token ain't got no God

Then what have I got
Why am I alive anyway
Yeah what have I got
Nobody can take away

Got my hair got my head got my brains
Got my ears got my eyes got my nose
Got my mouth I got my smile
I got my tongue got my chin got my neck
Got by boobs got my heart got my soul
Got my back I got my sex

I got my arms got my hands got my fingers
Got my legs got my feet got my toes
Got my liver got my blood
I've got life I've got my freedom I've got life
I've got life and I'm gonna keep it
I've got life nobody's gonna take it

inviata da Dead End - 29/10/2012 - 09:59

Lingua: Inglese

“HAiR: The American Tribal Love-Rock ‎Musical” - Original Broadway Cast 1967‎
Lyrics by James Rado & Gerome Ragni
Music by Galt MacDermot

I'm black... I'm black;‎
I'm pink... I'm pink;‎
I'm Rinso White...‎
I'm in-vi-si-ble...‎

Ain't Got No home - So
Ain't Got No shoes - Poor
Ain't Got No money - Honey
Ain't Got No class - Common
Ain't Got No scarf - Hot
Ain't Got No gloves - Cold
Ain't Got No bed - Beat
Ain't Got No pot - Busted
Ain't Got No faith - Catholic

Ain't Got No mother - Orphan
Ain't Got No culture - Man
Ain't Got No friends - Lucky
Ain't Got No schoolin' - Dumb
Ain't Got No shine - Dull
Ain't Got No underwear - Bad
Ain't Got No soap - Dirty
Ain't Got No A-Train - Jump
Ain't Got No mind - Lost it

Ain't Got No smokes - Shit
Ain't Got No job - Lazy
Ain't Got No work - Fine
Ain't Got No coins - Broke
Ain't Got No pennies - Beg
Ain't Got No girl/man - Horny
Ain't Got No ticket - Hustle
Ain't Got No token - Walk
Ain't Got No God – Good

inviata da Dead End - 29/10/2012 - 10:01

Lingua: Inglese

“HAiR: The American Tribal Love-Rock ‎Musical” - Original Broadway Cast 1967‎
Lyrics by James Rado & Gerome Ragni
Music by Galt MacDermot

This is 1968, dearies, not 1948;‎
‎1968! What have ya got, 1968?‎
May I ask?‎
What the hell you got, 1968, that makes you so superior?‎
Maaaan gives me such a headache!‎

Well, if you really wanna know, 1948...‎

I Got Life, mother; I got laughs, sister;‎
I got freedom, brother; I got good times, man.‎

I got crazy ways, daughter
I got million-dollar charm, cousin
I got headaches and toothaches
and bad times, too
Like you!‎

I got my hair; I got my head
I got my brains; I got my ears
I got my eyes; I got my nose
I got my mouth
I got my teeth!‎

I got my tongue; I got my chin
I got my neck; I got my tits
I got my heart; I got my soul
I got my back
I got my ass!‎

I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, I got my legs;‎
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver...‎
Got my blood.‎

I got my guts (I got my guts)‎
I got my muscles (muscles)‎
I Got Life! (Life!)‎
Life! (Life!)‎
Life! (Life!)‎

inviata da Dead End - 29/10/2012 - 10:02

Lingua: Italiano

Traduzione italiana di Monica Pintucci.

Beh, visto che mancava una traduzione di questo testo testo, non potevo non provvedere....a mio modo e con i miei limiti. LoveUPals!

Non ho una casa, non ho le scarpe
non ho soldi, non ho classe
non ho gonne, non ho un maglione,
non ho un profumo, non ho un letto
non ho un uomo

non ho una madre, non ho cultura
non ho amici, non ho un'istruzione
non ho l'amore, non ho un nome
non ho il biglietto, non ho un gettone
non ho un dio

E allora che cos'ho
perché sono viva?
Sì, quello che ho
nessuno può togliermelo

ho i miei capelli, ho la mia testa
ho un cervello, ho i miei orecchi
ho i miei occhi, il mio naso
Ho la mia bocca, il mio sorriso

Ho la mia lingua, ho il mio mento
Ho il mio collo, le mie tette
Ho un cuore, ho un'anima
ho il mio sedere, ho il mio sesso

ho le mie braccia, le mie mani
ho le mie dita, le mie gambe
ho i miei piedi con le loro dita,
ho un fegato, ho il mio sangue

ho la vita
ho la mia libertà
io ho la vita

ho la vita
e me la tengo stretta
ho la vita
e nessuno me la porterà via
io ho la vita

inviata da Monica Pintucci - 11/4/2015 - 18:42

Grazie Monica Pintucci

Roberto Ghedini - 24/1/2017 - 20:33

mancano parti del testo tipo non ho fratelli non ho sorelle

27/4/2020 - 13:15

Lingua: Inglese

Versione di Lauryn Hill: lungo flow sull'originale di Nina Simone

da “Nina Revisited: A Tribute To Nina Simone”

[Intro: Nina Simone]
I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no hurt, ain't got no job
Ain't got no money, no place to stay
Ain't got no

[Verse 1: Lauryn Hill]
Programmed inequity, it's in the nervous system
Listen, watch the words, how they twist 'em
Two thirds of the world turned victim
Subtle energy, they capture and block chi
The unseen violence behind the democracy
Some call it hypocrisy, turn freeman into property
And logically justify not treatin' 'em properly
Invisible ink in the constitution
Meant to preserve the institution, unequal distribution
Of wealth, goods and services
Revolvin' door, no floor, just anxiety and nervousness
Trapped in circuses
Herds of us, not understandin' our purposes
When appetites and psychological types
Get caught in the hype, it's tight from morning 'til night
I'm demanding my rights
Women's suffrage then black suffrage
Or Jim Crow, the KKK
American terrorism
Murders and beatings on television
It's in the cells now, you thought that was yesterday?
But the compression stays, trauma still got most afraid
Stuck in the memory, fear gives birth to lethargy
Generations of children in jeopardy
History written in jealousy, scribes full of heresy
Full of barbarians, ch-ch-check out my melody
Musical therapy, reprogram
Africa full of coltan
Coltrane was a cold man
Black genius in a cold land tryna be the whole man
Heal the homeland
Past time for our own land
Where a grown man can be a grown man
The system has benefit for robbery is robbery
You can't run from it, God is a natural monopoly
Divine creator stuck in monotony
Bureaucracy, psyche on poverty
Self-esteem broken like pottery
No more, not me, codename anomaly
Cause there's just no match for the prodigy
Sovereignty, the god in me
Walking university, living cosmology
Without apology

[Hook: Nina Simone]
I've got life
I've got laughs
I've got headaches and toothaches
And bad times too like you, you, you

[Verse 2: Lauryn Hill]
The more you suppress life the stronger it gets
With death life the longer it gets
I know it’s hard to admit
That you follow some bullshit
Swallow the wrong pill looking for mr bill
Repression, oppression: same thing (same thing)
Fear the shadow that’s the main thing (main thing)
They keep running from
Every action yields an equal and opposite one
Yes that means the consequence comes
Fields of cumbersome back breaking labor
Can’t be healed with just a cummerbund
I was homecoming queen call me number one
Yep that’s another one, now give the drummer some
Tell every mother’s son expression can be far more powerful than a hundred guns
See my Kalashnikov lyrics with the safety off
Now dance around these niggas like Baryshnikov
Street sweeper my words are my keeper
It’s in the ether, now what you trynna tell these preachers, It’s done
It’s done let loose your tongue
Gifted, black and young
Watch these devils run
They knew a change was gonna come
Sinner man looking for a place to run
Tell the truth in tongues’ enemy reduced by one's
Thousands 2 can put 10,000 in flight
Speak truth to power every 24 hours

[Hook: Nina Simone]
I've got life
I've got laughs
I've got headaches and toothaches
And bad times too like you, you, you

[Verse 3: Lauryn Hill]
(Ay let me tell you)
Imperialism is a form of Jihad
They killed and enslaved millions for gold bullion, in the name of God
The children of mammon called it spiritual famine
Can we examine, how they stole bauxite, rubber, labor, diamonds and platinum?
The building blocks of society and economy, broke humanity to build the colonies
Using reverse psychology to keep us from knowing our quality
No more human tragedy, no more mis-recognition, no more addiction
Let’s accurately diagnose our condition!
400 years of the abuse and misuse of religion
Don’t give me another person’s prescription!
I need what I need, my deeds are my deeds
As a man thinketh so is he, Mezanmi!
Take the land back, every child, woman and man back
Reevaluate history, expeditiously
Can’t live my life in apostasy
Emulate the apostrophe hang with S, you can rock with me
I come in love and truth (truth)
Look at what I went through
Now it’s time to acknowledge just what I give you: Life

[Hook: Nina Simone]
I've got life
I've got laughs
I've got headaches and toothaches
And bad times too like you, you, you

[Verse 4: Lauryn Hill]
There’s a whole lotta wrong to be righted, I get excited
I'ma kick this shit off like I’m on Manchester United & my attention is undivided, so you can’t divide and conquer me!
I’m sitting comfortably in a SUV, up in my SUV taking artistic liberties
Making musical history, a lil' acupuncture, structural integration, my meditation, liberating a generation & beyond that, I’m taking the bomb back. I’m splitting atoms for freedom, America needs more FREED men, able to talk right, not prone to GREED men (It’s just not what you need man)
Let your words and deeds line up, master the mind, young king man??, put your signs up, intelligent designs up!, plant your seeds, keep your dimes up, cuz no man knows when the time’s up
It’s elemental like Solomon in the temple, Ark of the Covenant, accountable to a higher government
I’m looking for love (in all the wrong places)
Somebody tell me, where them brothas went, reclaim your wealth, no more giving the enemy help, no more sympathy for the devil, let'em hang himself
Get all the billion Black people out of these bottles, suffer while grown people get coddled, you know the novel

[Hook: Nina Simone]
I've got life
I've got laughs
I've got headaches and toothaches
And bad times too like you, you, you

9/6/2020 - 15:23

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