Frigidaire Blues - Sonny Boy Williamson

(Extra, extra, 400 000 chemins prévus cet hiver au Québec) (Extra, extra, 400 000 chemins prévus cet hiver au Québec) (Extra, extra, 400 000 chemins prévus cet hiver au Québec) Tant qu'il m'restera quequ'chose dans l'frigidaire J'prendrai l'métro, j'fermerai ma gueule pis j'laisserai faire Mais y a quequ'chose qui m'dit qu'un beau matin Ma Rosalie, on mettra du beurre su' not' pain Moi qui avais des belles îles, des buttes et des sillons Me v'là perdu en ville, tout seul dans des millions J'vis sur les autobus, au Pizza King du coin Les gens me parlent pas plus que si j'étais un chien Tant qu'il m'restera quequ'chose dans l'frigidaire J'prendrai l'métro, j'fermerai ma gueule pis j'laisserai faire Mais y a quequ'chose qui m'dit qu'un beau matin Ma Rosalie, on mettra du beurre su' not' pain Une chance qu'y a toé qui m'aimes assez pour m'endurer C'est comme pendant l'carême quand j'volais des candés J'me considère lucky d'avoir ma Rosalie La ville est polluée, l'air est pur dans mon lit Tant qu'il m'restera quequ'chose dans l'frigidaire J'prendrai l'métro, j'fermerai ma gueule pis j'laisserai faire Mais y a quequ'chose qui m'dit qu'un beau matin Ma Rosalie, on mettra du beurre su' not' pain J'suis naufragé en ville chez une bande d'inconnus Rosalie, t'es tranquille pis tu chantonnes même plus J'travaille pour pas grand-chose, on vieillit comme des fleurs Nos seuls bouquets de roses, c'est les lettres du facteur Tant qu'il m'restera quequ'chose dans l'frigidaire J'prendrai l'métro, j'fermerai ma gueule pis j'laisserai faire Mais y a quequ'chose qui m'dit qu'un beau matin Ma Rosalie, on s'en r'tourn'ra d'où c'est qu'on d'vient Tant qu'il m'restera quequ'chose dans l'frigidaire J'prendrai l'métro, j'fermerai ma gueule pis j'laisserai faire Mais y a quequ'chose qui m'dit qu'un beau matin (un beau matin) Ma Rosalie, on s'en r'tourn'ra d'où c'est qu'on d'vient Tant qu'il m'restera quequ'chose dans l'frigidaire J'prendrai l'métro, j'fermerai ma gueule pis j'laisserai faire Mais y a quequ'chose qui m'dit qu'un beau matin Ma Rosalie, on s'en r'tourn'ra d'où c'est qu'on d'vient Tant qu'il m'restera quequ'chose dans l'frigidaire J'prendrai l'métro, j'fermerai ma gueule pis j'laisserai faire Mais y a quequ'chose qui m'dit qu'un beau matin Ma Rosalie, on s'en r'tourn'ra d'où c'est qu'on d'vient...

I used to have a girl but she was no where I started to callin' her, Frigidaire She cut my heart cold, so, it stayed nice and fresh And my love life was just a frozen mess, now Aw, y'all do it Mean frigidaire woman Mean frigidaire woman She had the coldest love that I ever saw, now She had the kinda love that would never thaw I got frost bit and I'm still sore From tryin' to get her to a vegetable drawers Aw, y'all do it Mean frigidaire woman Mean frigidaire woman, yeah I thought I had the woman for myself, now I liked what she had on her bottom shelf I tried to kiss the little girl one day My lips got stuck on an ice tray, now Aw, y'all do it Mean frigidaire woman Mean frigidaire woman I finally got where I wanted to go But wouldn't you know it, I grab a handful of snow, now No matter how much a Frigidaire costs A-sooner or later you know it's got to defrost, now Aw, y'all Mean frigidaire woman Mean frigidaire woman I almost froze when she got into bed She said she was tired and then she laid down her head, now The room was dark when she started to yawn She opened her mouth, you know the light came on, now Aw, y'all do it Mean frigidaire woman Mean frigidaire woman Mean frigidaire woman Mean frigidaire woman Mean frigidaire woman Mean frigidaire woman

Ando pós-modernamente apaixonado pela nova geladeira Primeira escrava branca que comprei, veio e fez a revolução Esse eterno feminino do conforto industrial Injetou-se em minha veia, dei bandeira E ao por fé nessa deusa gorda da tecnologia Gelei de pura emoção Ora! Desde muito adolescente me arrepio Ante empregada debutante Uma elétrica doméstica então, que sex-appeal! Dá-me o frio na barriga Essa deusa da fertilidade Ready-made a la Duchamp Já passou de minha amante Virou superstar, a mulher ideal Mais que mãe, mais que a outra, puta amiga! Mister Andy, o papa pop E outro amigo meu xarope Se cansaram de dizer Pra que Deus, dinheiro e sexo Ideal, pátria e família Se alguém já tem Frigidaire É Freud, rapaziada! Vir a cair na cantada dum objeto mulher Eu me consumo, madame E a classe média que mame Se o céu, a prazo, se der Que brancorno abre e fecha sensual Dessa Nossa Senhora Asséptica Com ela saio e traio a televisão Rainha minha e de vocês Dona Frigidaire me come But no kids double income Filho compromete a estética Como Édipo Rei momo Como e tomo tudo dela Deleites da frigidez Inventores de Madame Frigidaire Peço bis! Muito obrigado! Afinal, na geladeira, bem ou mal Pôs-se o futuro do país E um futuro de terceira Posto assim na geladeira Nunca vai ficar passado Queira Deus que no fim da orgia Já de cabecinha fria Eu leve um doce gelado Mister Andy, o papa pop E outro amigo meu xarope Se cansaram de dizer Pra que Deus, dinheiro e sexo Ideal, Pátria e Família Se alguém já tem Frigidaire É Freud, rapaziada Vir a cair na cantada dum objeto mulher Oh, mas que trocadilho infame La femme est là-dedans Pourtant j'ai dis au contraire

Shotgun Blues Track #17 3: 20 Sonny Boy Williamson (John Lee) John Lee Williamson - vocal and harmonica With Blind John Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar William Mitchell - imb Chicago April 4, 1941 Album: 'Sugar Mama' The Essential Recordings of Sonny Boy Williamson Indigo Recording Ltd IGOCD 2014 Transcriber: [email protected] You ought a heard my grandmother When she got my grandfather, told me You ought a heard my grandmother When she got my grandfather, told me She said, 'Get away from me, man I swear you've done gotten too, old' Now, when my baby left me You know she left me with mule to ride Now when my baby left me You know she left me with mule to ride Now, when the train left the station You know my mule laid down an' died You know, I sent my baby You know a brand new twenty dollar bill You know, I sent my babe You know a brand new twenty dollar bill Now if that don't bring her back I'm doggone sure my shotgun will (Harmonica) Now, if I can't come in Let me sit down in front of your do' Now, I can't come in Let me sit down in front of your do' I leave so early in the mornin', you know Your real man won't never know (Harmonica) Um-hm, baby I ain't gonna sing for you no more Um-hm, baby You know I ain't gonna sing for you no more Now, if you been startin' to leave I swear, I'd just love to see you go. (Harmonica to end) ~

Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama please come back to me Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama please come back to me Bring me my granulated sugar1, sugar mama, and try to ease my misery You've got this new grade of sugar, sugar mama, an you done made me love it too You've got this new grade of sugar, sugar mama, an you done made me love it too You've got this granulated sugar, sugar mama, ain't nobody else got, but you They been braggin' 'bout your sugar, sugar mama, been braggin' all over town They been braggin' 'bout your sugar, sugar mama, braggin' all over town Now, the bootleggers want you to sell 'em enough to make whiskey, But you won't sell 'em about four or five pounds I like my coffee sweet in the mornin', you know, an I'm crazy 'bout my tea at night I like my coffee sweet in the mornin', you know, an I'm crazy 'bout my tea at night Don't get my sugar three times a day, oh, Lord, then I don't feel right

Stop breakin' down Baby, ple-ease stop breakin' down Stop breakin' down, now Baby, ple-ease stop breakin' down, yeah I don't believe you really, really love me I think you just like the way my music sound, now Now, an I'm gonna tell you somethin', baby A-baby, that you really, really can't do I know you can't love me, baby You gon' try, an love some other man, too But stop breakin' down Baby, ple-ease stop breakin' down, now I don't believe you really, really love me I think you just like the way my music sound, now Now, I'm gonna tell you somethin' else, baby I know you ain't goin' to like But when I quit you this time, baby You know I ain't gon', never take you back But stop breakin' down Baby, ple-ease stop breakin' down I don't believe you really, really love me I think you just like the way my music sound, yeah Now, an the reason I know you's alright, baby mm A-because you told me so An I don't care what people say 'bout you I love you, a-ev'rywhere you go But you must stop breakin' down, now Baby, ple-ease stop breakin' down I don't believe you really, really love me I think you just like the way my music sound.

Good mornin' little schoolgirl Can I go home with you Tell your mama and your daddy That I'm a little school boy too Baby I love ya', I just can't help myself Your so good lookin' pretty baby I don't need nobody else Good mornin' little school girl Can I go home with you Ooo, ooo, ooowee I'm gonna leave you baby About the break of the day On account of the way you treat me I've got to stay away Good mornin' little schoolgirl Can I go home with you Tell you mama and your daddy I'm a little school boy too Come on home pretty baby Oh ya know I can't help myself Ooo, ooo, ooowee I' gonna buy me an airplane And fly all over your town And tell everybody, baby Lord knows you've been puttin' me down I can't stand it baby Just can't stand it baby Just can't help myself Your so young and pretty But your in love with somebody else Good morin' little school girl Can I go home with you Ooo, ooo, ooowee Oh, baby what you do to me Oh, I can't help myself

Lord, I'm so blue Lord, my baby has gone away Lord, I'm so blue Lord, my baby has gone away Now, but that will be alright Maybe she'll come back home, someday I'm going to take Highway 61 Man, I'm gonna ride it from coast to coast I'm going to take Highway 61 Man I'm gonna ride it from coast to coast Now, my baby's goin' up the country Lord, n' she won't come back no more I'm going to call all the station I'm going to stop all train, goin' out I'm going to call all the station I'm going to stop all trains goin' out Because my baby's goin' up the country Oh Lord, n' she can't be found I'm going to call old England Just to see if my baby's ov'r there I'm going to call old England Just to see if my baby's ov'r there Now then, if she ain't in England Lord, I can find in this world somewhere else.