Tortura

Ma in Italia la tortura non è reato. [articolo del corriere della sera]

Whiskey in the jar

Continua la “Campagna di Ampliamento della Cultura Musicale di Massa“, che da oggi per comodità chiamerò “C.A.Cu.M.M.” Seguendo la moda del momento, ovvero la musica folk irlandese, propongo ben tre versioni di Whiskey in the jar.

La prima versione è degli immancabili The Dubliners.

La seconda dei Thin Lizzy

La terza dei Metallica (e Dublino esplode!)

Ed ora il testo! In caso di problemi, la relativa traduzione la trovate qui.

As I was goin’ over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin’
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she’d love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman for you know she trick me easy
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber
Takin’ my money with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like the fishin’ and some men like the fowlin’
And some men like ta hear, ta hear cannon ball a roarin’
Me I like sleepin’ specially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da