The House of the Rising Sun
The Animals
Frijid Pink
Joan Baez
Bob Dylan
The Ventures
Dolly Parton
Geordie
Nina Simone
Duran Duran
Gregory Isaacs
Gary Glitter
Johnny Hallyday
Secret Tunes
Tori Amos
Sinead O'Connor
Tiffany Ciely (полька, представлявшая на Евровидении Бельгию)
А вот как старенький Дик Дейл сыграл в нынешнем году в клубе The Howlin' Wolf в Новом Орлеане
А вот здесь, оказывается, хранятся 250 вариантов исполнения той песни!
Вариантов текста тоже несколько. Вот самый первый вариант, написанный Джорджией Тёрнер и Бертом Мартиным на мелодию старой английской баллады:
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
and me, O God, for one.
If I had listened what Mamma said,
I'd 'a' been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
let a rambler lead me astray.
Go tell my baby sister
never do like I have done
to shun that house in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun.
My mother she's a tailor;
she sewed my new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord, Lord,
drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs
is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time he's satisfied
is when he's out on a drunk.
Fills his glasses to the brim,
passes them around
only pleasure he gets out of life
is hoboin' from town to town.
One foot is on the platform
and the other one on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.
Going back to New Orleans,
my race is almost run.
Going back to spend the rest of my days
beneath that Rising Sun.
The Animals
Frijid Pink
Joan Baez
Bob Dylan
The Ventures
Dolly Parton
Geordie
Nina Simone
Duran Duran
Gregory Isaacs
Gary Glitter
Johnny Hallyday
Secret Tunes
Tori Amos
Sinead O'Connor
Tiffany Ciely (полька, представлявшая на Евровидении Бельгию)
А вот как старенький Дик Дейл сыграл в нынешнем году в клубе The Howlin' Wolf в Новом Орлеане
А вот здесь, оказывается, хранятся 250 вариантов исполнения той песни!
Вариантов текста тоже несколько. Вот самый первый вариант, написанный Джорджией Тёрнер и Бертом Мартиным на мелодию старой английской баллады:
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
and me, O God, for one.
If I had listened what Mamma said,
I'd 'a' been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
let a rambler lead me astray.
Go tell my baby sister
never do like I have done
to shun that house in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun.
My mother she's a tailor;
she sewed my new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord, Lord,
drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs
is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time he's satisfied
is when he's out on a drunk.
Fills his glasses to the brim,
passes them around
only pleasure he gets out of life
is hoboin' from town to town.
One foot is on the platform
and the other one on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.
Going back to New Orleans,
my race is almost run.
Going back to spend the rest of my days
beneath that Rising Sun.