Prisoner's Talking Blues

Robert Pete Williams
Language: English

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Parole e musica di Robert Pete Williams (1914-1980), bluesman della Louisiana
In "Angola Prisoners' Blues", registrazioni degli etnomusicologi Harry Oster e Richard B. Allen nel penitenziario statale della Louisiana
Testo trovato sul blog The Daily Guru e corretto all'ascolto.

Angola Prisoners' Blues

Evidentemente le note biografiche concernenti Robert Pete Williams su en.wikipedia non sono esattissime... Nel 1959 doveva essere ancora dentro, visto che è ad Angola che lo registrarono quell'anno... Comunque non è una cosa così importante... Importante è la tristezza, la devastazione interiore che scaturisce da questo blues davvero primordiale e straziante... Credo che se qualcuno dei suoi compagni di prigionia vi assistette, lo implorò di smettere...
In questo blues è concentrato tutto il sentimento di un uomo privato della libertà.
Tutta la prima parte è una spoken song che prepara il canto doloroso finale.
Il Blues, secondo me, è questa roba qua. Non altro.

Robert Pete Williams
Lord, I feel so bad sometime
Seems like that I’m weakening every day
You know, I’ve begin to get grey since I got here
Well, a whole lot of worryin’ causin’ that
But I can feel myself weakening
I don’t keep well no more
I keeps sickly
I takes a lot of medicine but it looks like it don’t do no good
All I have to do is pray
That’s the only thing’ll help me here
One foot in the grave, look like
And the other one out
Sometimes looks like my best day
Gotta be my last day
Sometimes I feel like I never see
My little ol’ kids anymore
But if I don’t never see ‘em no more
Leave ‘em in the hands of God
You know, my sister
She’s like a mother to me
She do all in the world that she can
She went all the way along with me in this trouble
‘til the end
In a way
I was glad my poor mother had ‘ceased
Because she suffered with heart trouble
And trouble behind me
Sure woulda went hard with her
But if she were livin’
I could call on her sometime
But my ol’ father dead too
That’d make me
Me motherless and fatherless
It’s six of us sisters, three boys
Family done got small now
Looks like they’re dyin’ out fast
I don’t know
But God been good to us in a way
‘Cause ol’ death have stayed away a long time...

Lord, my worry sure carryin’ me down
Lord, my worry sure is carryin’ me down
Sometimes I feel like, baby, committin’ suicide
Yeah, sometimes I feel, feel like committin’ suicide
I got the nerve if I just had anything to do it with
I’m goin’ down slow, somethin’ wrong with me
Yes, I’m goin’down slow, somethin’ wrong with me
I’ve got to make a change while I’m young
If I don’t, I won’t ever get old.

Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2019/6/9 - 22:58

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