Fisherman's music/songs

[sebastian]

Tražim jednu pesmu ali ne mogu je iskopati na netu, ne sečam se imena i izvođača  nema veze...doće sama 

Nama mnogima ribolov mnogo znači, pravi ribolovci ne samo da znaju loviti ribu nego zaista vole taj hobi do te mere da čak pišu i pesme vezane za ribolov.

The Waterboys - Fisherman's Blues http://walsh.med.harvard.edu/hillson/bbsbbq/Fisherman's%20Blues.mp3

 

[lucky]

Drug tttt mi je posalo jednu veoma kvalitetnu ribolovacku pesmu.
J.J. Cale The Old Man and Me. Poprilicno kvaltetan blues, hehehehe Cale nije samo pevao o kokainu.  Kako sajt nepodrzava piratriju, ja vam nemogu pomoci, ali internet je cudo,  evo teksta pesme. Brilijantno!

The old man he catches the fish in the morning
He rides the river every day
I sit on the bank and I holler when he passes
Hey, old man, are they biting today
I wake up in the morning, thinking bout my troubles
I go down to the water and they pass away
And when the old man comes a-floating down the river
Hey, old man, are they biting today
Now here weve got a thing that keeps on rolling
It aint heavy, dont take it that way
The old man and me, we got a good thing going
He gets his fish and I sit all day
He gets his fish and I sit all day

 

[Sjekloca]

Ma lako je njemu... starac dobio ribu! :

 

[sebastian]

uf što sam talenat, čujte ovu pesmu   

lalala lalala
ribe mnogo lovim ja

lalala lalala
svaku ulovit' mogu ja

lalala lalala
tu sam prvak uvek ja

lalala lalala
reka se veseli kad' je gazim ja

lalala lalala
jezera pevaju kad sam blizu ja

lalala ...

{u pozadini raštimana klasična gitara}

Ni sjajni stihoklepac Baldrick

ne bi bolje to iskonponovao 

 

[witch]

Nisam baš pažljivo pročitao sve prethodne postove, ali po naslovu pretpostavljam da bi trebalo pisati o muzici za ribare.
Možda sam to već negde napisao, ali dok mušičarim, po glavi mi se vrzmaju neke čudne pesme.
Na primer, dok očekujem napad ribe, to jest, da mi nešto "lizne" muvu, u glavi mi se mota "Hajde honey please, please, daj mi jedan dobar liz, liz...". To je neka jeftina pesmica iz osamdesetih, ali tekst je "dobar".
Kad susretnem poskoka, u glavi mi se motaju stihovi "Hop cup, poskočiću...".
Kad znam da je u vodi "mečka", a ne reaguje na ponuđenu muvu, samo što ne zapevam "Izađi mala, izađi bar na treeen...", što je neka narodna pesma, koju sam ko zna koliko puta čuo u autobusu Niš-Bela Palanka i upamtio refren.
Ako lovim na "professora", pevušim "Red Rooster", jer rep za ovu muvu pravim od crvenih petlovih pera ali, kao što više puta istakoh, nijedan belac nikada neće uspeti da otpeva blues, pa ni ja. Derem se ja, kreštim, zavijam, ali nikad kao Howlin' Wolf.

 

[Mladen]

The old man he catches the fish in the morning
He rides the river every day
I sit on the bank and I holler when he passes
Hey, old man, are they biting today
I wake up in the morning, thinking bout my troubles
I go down to the water and they pass away

And when the old man comes a-floating down the river
Hey, old man, are they biting today
Now here weve got a thing that keeps on rolling
It aint heavy, dont take it that way
The old man and me, we got a good thing going
He gets his fish and I sit all day
He gets his fish and I sit all day

Lucky, izvini jel ovo od Erica Claptona?

 

[lucky]

Ne druze J.J. Cale

 

[witch]

Kad sam zakovao onog soma od 100cm na strimera (to moram sa ponosom da naglasim :yeswink, pošto nije mogao da stane u mrežicu predviđenu za klenove, pevušio sam onu starogradsku "Tesno mi ga skroji nane". :lol:

 

[sebastian]

Great Big Sea

"Fisherman's Lament"

I stand in my doorway as the moon rises high
Over glorious ocean, reflects the bright sky
My heart it is aching, so much I could die
I've known only the ocean, since I was a boy

[Chorus:]

And I spent my whole life, out there on the sea
Some government bastard now takes it from me
It's not just the fish, they've taken my pride
I feel so ashamed that I just want to hide

I fished with my father, so long long ago
We were proud of our trade, and in us it did show
We held our heads high, there was lots of fish then
That was the time, when we were proud men

We challenged great storms and sometimes we won
Faced death and disaster, we rose with the sun
We worked and we toiled, we strained our men brane
We were a proud people, will we ere be again?

[Chorus]

My father is gone now, and the fish are gone too.
Abused and mis-managed, oh what can we do?
I'm too old to change, but what of my sons,
How will they know that we weren't the ones?

DFO regulations permitted the rape
Of our beautiful ocean, from head land to cape
They brought in big trollers, they tore up our twine
Politians don't care for what's yours or what's mine!

[Chorus]

You brave Newfoundlanders, now listen to me
Shove the package to hell, go back to the sea
If we don't stand our ground, we will fade away
And the bones of our fathers will turn into clay

And I spent my whole life, out there on the sea
Some government bastard now takes it from me
It's not just the fish, they've taken my pride
I feel so ashamed that I just want to die.Back to the sea.

U zadnje vreme slušam fishing "balade"  vidi se da dugo nisam bio na vodi i da me vec vata groznica  ... ova pesma mi je nekako ovih dana mnogo pri srcu