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George Harrison - CONCERT FOR BANGLADESH : 20 Décembre 1971
WAH WAH
(Wah-Wah) You've Given Me A Wah-Wah,
And I'm Thinking Of You,
All The Things That We Used To Do.
(Wah-Wah) (Wah-Wah)
(Wah-Wah) You Made Me Such A Big Star,
Being There At The Right Time,
Cheaper Than A Dime.
(Wah-Wah)
(Wah-Wah)
Whoa! Oh, Oh, Oh! (Ah !)
Oh, You Don't Hear Me Crying, No, No,
Oh, You Don't Hear Me Sighing.
No, No, No, No, No, No.
(Wah-Wah) I Don't Need No Wah-Wah, No, No,
And I Know How Sweet Life Can Be
If I´Ll Keep Myself Free.
(Wah-Wah) I Don't Need No (Wah-Wah)
(Wah-Wah) (Wah-Wah) (Wah-Wah)
MY SWEET LORD
Hare Krishna!
My Sweet Lord,
Mm, My Lord,
My Sweet Lord,
I Really Wanna See You,
Really Wanna Be With You,
Really Wanna See You, Lord,
But It Takes So Long, My Lord.
Mm, My Lord,
My Sweet Lord,
My Sweet Lord,
Really Wanna Know You,
Really Wanna Go With You,
Really Want To Show You, Lord,
That It Won't Take Long, My Lord, (Hallelujah)
My Sweet Lord, (Hallelujah)
Mm, My Lord, (Hallelujah)
My Sweet Lord, (Hallelujah)
Really Wanna See You,
Really Wanna See You,
Really Wanna See You, Lord,
Really Wanna See You, Lord,
But It Takes So Long, My Lord. (Hallelujah)
My Sweet Lord, (Hallelujah)
Mm, My Lord, (Hallelujah)
My Sweet Lord, (Hallelujah)
Really Wanna See You, (Hallelujah)
I Really Wanna Be With You, (Hallelujah)
Really Wanna See You, Lord,
But It Takes So Long, My Lord. (Hallelujah)
Mm, My Sweet Lord, (Hallelujah)
Mm, My Lord, (Hallelujah)
My Sweet Lord. (Hallelujah)
Mm, Mm, My Lord, (Hare Krishna)
My Sweet Lord, (Hare Krishna
Mm, My Lord, (Krishna, Krishna)
My Sweet Lord, (Hare, Hare)
I Really Wanna Know You, (Hare Rama)
Really Wanna Go With You, (Hare Rama)
Really Wanna Show You, Lord,
That It Won't Take Long, My Lord. (Hallelujah)
My, My Lord, (Hallelujah)
My Sweet Lord, (Hallelujah)
Mm, Mm, My Lord, (Hallelujah)
Gurur Bramha, (Hare Krishna)
Gurur Vishnu, (Hare Krishna)
Gurur Devo, (Krishna, Krishna)
Mahesh Nara, (Hare, Hare)
Gurur Sakshat, (Hare Rama)
Param Bramha, (Hare Rama)
Tasmai Shri, (Rama, Rama)
Guruve Namah, (Hare, Hare)
My Sweet Lord, (Hallelujah)
Mm, My Lord, (Hallelujah)
Mm, Mm, Mm, (Hallelujah)
AWAITING ON YOU ALL
You Don't Need No Love In,
You Don't Need No Bed Pan,
You Don't Need A Horoscope Or A Microscope
To See The Mess That You're In.
If You Open Up Your Heart,
You'll Know What I Mean,
You've Been Polluted So Long,
Now, Here's A Way For You To Get Clean.
By Chanting The Names Of The Lord And You'll Be Free.
The Lord Is Awaiting On You All To Awaken And See.
Chanting The Names Of The Lord And You'll Be Free.
The Lord Is Awaiting On You All To Awaken And See.
You Don't Need No Passport,
You Don't Need No Visas,
You Don't Need To Designate Or To Emigrate
Before You Can See Jesus.
If You Open Up Your Heart,
You'll See He's Right There,
He Always Was And Will Be,
He'll Relieve You Of Your Cares.
By Chanting The Names Of The Lord And You'll Be Free.
The Lord Is Awaiting On You All To Awaken And See.
Chanting The Names Of The Lord And You'll Be Free.
The Lord Is Awaiting On You All To Awaken And See.
You Don't Need No,
You Don't Need No,
You Don't Need No Ros'ry Beads Or Them Books To Read
To See That You Have Fallen.
If You Open Up Your Heart,
You'll See What I Mean,
We've Been Kept Down So Long,
Someone's Thinking That We're All Green.
While The Pope Owns Fifty-One Percent Of General Motors,
And The Stock Exchange Is The Only Thing He's Qualified To Quote Us.
But The Lord Is Awaiting On You All To Awaken And See.
By Chanting The Names Of The Lord And You'll Be Free.
BEWARE OF DARKNESS
Watch Out Now,
Take Care Beware Of Falling Swingers,
Dropping All Around You.
The Pain That Often Mingles In Your Fingertips,
Beware Of Darkness.
Watch Out Now,
Take Care Beware Of Thoughts That Linger,
Winding Up Inside Your Head.
The Hopelessness Around You In The Dead Of Night,
Beware Of Sadness.
It Can Hit You, (Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
It May Hurt You, (Oh Yeah)
Make You Sore And What Is More,
That Is Not What We Are Here For.
Watch Out Now,
Take Care Beware Of Soft Shoe Shufflers,
Come Dancing Down The Sidewalks.
As Each Unconscious Sufferer Wanders Aimlessly,
Beware Of Maya.
Watch Out Now,
Take Care Beware Of Greedy Leaders,
They'll Take You Where You Should Not Go.
While Weeping Atlas Cedars They Just Want To Grow,
Grow And Grow,
Beware Of Darkness, (Beware Of Darkness)
WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I Look At You All,
See The Love There That's Sleeping,
While My Guitar Gently Weeps.
I Look At The Floor
And I See It Needs Sweeping,
Still My Guitar Gently Weeps.
I Don't Know Why Nobody Told You
How To Unfold Your Love,
I Don't Know How Someone Controlled You,
They Bought And Sold You.
I Look At The World
And I Notice It's Turning,
While My Guitar Gently Weeps.
With Ev´Ry Mistake
We Must Surely Be Learning,
Still My Guitar Gently Weeps.
I Don't Know How You Were Diverted,
You Were Perverted Too.
I Don't Know How You Were Inverted,
No One Alerted You.
I Look At You All,
See The Love There That's Sleeping,
While My Guitar Gently Weeps.
Look At You All...
Still My Guitar Gently Weeps.
HERE COMES THE SUN
Here Comes The Sun, Doo Doo Doo Doo,
Here Comes The Sun,
I Say, It's All Right.
Little Darling,
It's Been A Long, Cold, Lonely Winter,
Little Darling,
It Feels Like Years Since It's Been Here.
Here Comes The Sun,
Here Comes The Sun,
I Say, It's All Right.
Little Darling,
The Smiles Returning To Their Faces,
Little Darling,
It Seems Like Years Since It's Been Here.
Here Comes The Sun, Doo Doo Doo Doo,
Here Comes The Sun,
I Say, It's All Right.
Sun, Sun, Sun, Here It Comes,
Sun, Sun, Sun, Here It Comes,
Sun, Sun, Sun, Here It Comes,
Sun, Sun, Sun, Here It Comes.
Little Darling,
I See The Ice Is Slowly Melting,
Little Darling,
It Seems Like Years Since It's Been Clear.
Here Comes The Sun, Doo Doo Doo Doo,
Here Comes The Sun,
It's All Right.
Here Comes The Sun, Doo Doo Doo Doo,
Here Comes The Sun,
It's All Right.
It's All Right.
SOMETHING
Something In The Way She Moves,
Attracts Me Like No Other Lover.
Something In The Way She Woos Me.
I Don't Wanna Leave Her Now,
You Know I Believe, And How.
Somewhere In The Way She Smiles,
And I Don't Need No Other Lover.
Something In Her Style That Shows Me.
I Don't Wanna Leave Her Now,
You Know I Believe, And How.
You're Asking Me Will My Love Grow,
I Don't Know, I Don't Know.
You Stick Around Now, It May Show,
I Don't Know, I Don't Know.
Something In The Way She Knows,
All I Have To Do Is Think Of Her.
Something In The Things She Shows Me.
I Don't Wanna Leave Her Now,
You Know I Believe, And How.
BANGLA DESH
My Friend Came To Me,
Sadness In His Eyes,
Told Me That He Wanted Help
'Fore His Country Dies.
Although I Couldn't Feel The Pain,
I Knew I Had To Try.
Now I'm Asking All Of You
To Help Us Save Some Lives.
Bangla Desh, Bangla Desh,
Where So Many People Are Dying Fast
And It Sure Looks Like A Mess.
I've Never Seen Such Distress.
Now, Won't You Lend Your Hand, And Understand?
We Got To Relieve Bangla Desh.
Bangla Desh, Bangla Desh,
Such A Great Disaster, I Don't Understand,
But It Sure Looks Like A Mess.
I've Never Known Such Distress.
Please Don't Turn Away, Wanna Hear You Say,
Relieve The People Of Bangla Desh.
Relieve Bangla Desh.
Bangla Desh, Bangla Desh,
Now It May Seem So Far From Where We All Are,
It's Something We Can't Reject,
It's Something I Can't Neglect.
I Want You To Give Something, Get The Starving Fed,
We Got To Relieve Bangla Desh.
Relieve The People Of Bangla Desh.
We Got To Relieve Bangla Desh.
Relieve The People Of Bangla Desh.
MR. TAMBOURINE MAN (Bob Dylan)
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no
place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the
jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that
evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me
blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm
branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's
too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for
me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine
Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin'
you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have
been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait
only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm
ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I
promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for
me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine
Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin'
you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the
sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for
the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin'
reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown
behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that
he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not
sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a
song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin'
you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my
mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The
haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach
of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving
free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory
and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until
tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy
and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for
me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
JUST LIKE A WOMAN (Bob Dylan)
Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody
knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her
bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she
does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just
like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
Queen Mary, she's
my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
hat
Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the
rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a
woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And
she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
It
was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in
here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in
here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that—
I just can't
fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet
again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I
was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you
do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a
woman
But you break just like a little girl.
BLOWIN'IN THE WIND (Bob Dylan)
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n'
how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes,
'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever
banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is
blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can
see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear
people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too
many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The
answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years can a mountain
exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some
people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times
can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my
friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
IT TAKES A LOT TO LAUGH/IT TAKES A TRAIN TO CRY (Bob Dylan)
Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,
Can't buy a thrill.
Well, I've been up
all night, baby,
Leanin' on the window sill.
Well, if I die
On top of
the hill
And if I don't make it,
You know my baby will.
Don't the
moon look good, mama,
Shinin' through the trees?
Don't the brakeman look
good, mama,
Flagging down the "Double E"?
Don't the sun look good
Goin'
down over the sea?
Don't my gal look fine
When she's comin' after
me?
Now the wintertime is coming,
The windows are filled with
frost.
I went to tell everybody,
But I could not get across.
Well, I
wanna be your lover, baby,
I don't wanna be your boss.
Don't say I never
warned you
When your train gets lost.
A HARD RAIN'S GONNA FALL (Bob Dylan)
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my
darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty
mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've
stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen
dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And
it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard
rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what
did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all
around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black
branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their
hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten
thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords
in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a
hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did
you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I
heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a
wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands
were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard
one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who
died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And
it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard
rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did
you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I
met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was
burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was
wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a
hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna
fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do
now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts
a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the
people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison
are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty
prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger
is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is
the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And
reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the
ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start
singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a
hard rain's a-gonna fall.
JUMPIN' JACK FLASH (Jagger/Richards)
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the
driving rain
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all
right now, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas! Gas! Gas!
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right
across my back
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all
right now, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas! Gas! Gas!
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead
I fell down to my feet
and I saw they bled
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread
I was
crowned with a spike right thru my head
But it's all right now, in fact, it's
a gas!
But it's all right now, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas! Gas!
Gas!
Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas.
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La chanson de Lucy, par Mumu
