LOS OTROS 70

El Get Down de Gilbert O'Sullivan es un temazo imparable. Y con algún verso genial como ése que dice "Once upon a time I drank a little wine. Was as happy as could be"

Darts: Daddy Cool

Matchbox: Rockabilly Rebel

Robert Gordon y Link Wray: Fire

Kurt Russell es Elvis

Shocking Blue: Never marry a railroadman





Esta canción es de 1970. Venga, a qué canción de 1972 os recuerda?

Scatman Crothers: Ah'm a Niggerman

una de las más grandes.............. ............

Barbra Streisand: Let Me Go

Otra canción del gran Randy Newman





Tremenda

Charles Aznavour: She

Marianne Faithfull: The Ballad of Lucy Jordan

Pacific Gas and Electric: Are You Ready?

Billy Paul: Me and Mrs Jones

El gran Ricky Nelson hizo esta tremenda versión del I'm Talking About You de Chuck Berry

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Shocking Blue: Never marry a railroadman



Esta canción es de 1970. Venga, a qué canción de 1972 os recuerda?

a una adaptación de una canción tradicional

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Barbra Streisand: Let Me Go

Otra canción del gran Randy Newman





Tremenda

una artista sin comparación............ ...............

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Shocking Blue: Never marry a railroadman



Esta canción es de 1970. Venga, a qué canción de 1972 os recuerda?

a una adaptación de una canción tradicional

Yo lo he adivinado tío. La canción es Whiskey in the Jar, de Thin Lizzy. Que sí, que se ve que a Phil Lynott también le molaba Mariska Veres. Como para no...

muchos de los que han salido no los metería en "los otros" 70... shocking blue, por ejemplo

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Si entiendes lo de "los otros" como algo desconocido o alternativo, claro que no. Pero no va de eso. Simplemente son canciones representativas de los setenta (algunas buenas y otras no tanto) de gente de la que no se suele postear demasiado.

A ver si te gusta ésta.


Middle of the Road: Sacramento

"And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda"
- Eric Bogle

Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said son, It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done.
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war.

And the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears, we sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day, how our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well. He shower'd us with bullets,
And he rained us with shell. And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain.
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well we tried to survive, in that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive, though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, and when I woke up in my hospital bed,
And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead. Never knew there was worse things than dyin'.

For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda, all around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs-no more waltzing Matilda for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane, those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay, I looked at the place where me legs used to be.
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, to grieve, to mourn, and to pity.

But the band played Waltzing Matilda, as they carried us down the gangway.
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch, and I watch the parades pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore. They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, what are they marching for? And I ask myself the same question.

But the band plays Waltzing Matilda, and the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear. Someday no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Gordon Lightfoot: Early Morning Rain

Una canción más grande que la puta vida






In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an achin' in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home
And I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven set to go
And I'm stuck here in the grass
Where the cold wind blows
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well there she goes my friend
She'll be rollin' down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flyin' o'er my home
In about three hours time

This old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
As cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain

You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain

Kate and Anna McGarrigle: Travellin' on for Jesus

Crystal Gayle: I Still Miss Someone

Impresionante versión

La inconmensurable Brenda Lee: Do Right Woman, Do Right Man

Nancy Sinatra: Kind of a Woman

Sandy Denny: Who knows where the time goes

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Sandy Denny: Who knows where the time goes

uf.................. .............de otra galaxia..............

Mike Heron: Call me Diamond

Flipante. El sonido de los setenta.

Dory Previn - Mythical Kings and Iguanas

Bob Segarini y Randy Bishop: Over Me

Cojonuda la versión que hizo Jerry Reed del Blues Stay Away From Me

Es una pena que Barry Ryan no se prodigara más en los setenta porque talento tenía para dar y tomar.

Mira tú que boogie más majo: I Can't Let You Go

Deke Leonard y un rocanrolito: A Hard Way To Live

Ducks Deluxe: Coast to Coast

Esta es una canción a tener en cuenta. De los Strawbs.

Aquí lo que wikipedia cuenta de ella http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Part_of_the_Union






Now I'm a union man
Amazed at what I am
I say what I think, that the company stinks
Yes I'm a union man

When we meet in the local hall
I'll be voting with them all
With a hell of a shout, it's "Out brothers, out!"
And the rise of the factory's fall

Oh, you don't get me, I'm part of the union
You don't get me, I'm part of the union
You don't get me, I'm part of the union
Until the day I die
Until the day I die

The union has made me wise
To the lies of the company spies
And I don't get fooled by the factory rules
'cause I always read between the lines

And I always get my way
If I strike for higher pay
When I show my card to the Scotland Yard
And this is what I say:

Oh, oh, you don't get me, I'm part of the union
You don't get me, I'm part of the union
You don't get me, I'm part of the union
Until the day I die
Until the day I die

Before the union did appear
My life was half as clear
Now I've got the power to the working hour
And every other day of the year

So though I'm a working man
I can ruin the government's plan
And though I'm not hard, the sight of my card
Makes me some kind of superman

Oh, oh, oh, you don't get me, I'm part of the union
You don't get me, I'm part of the union
You don't get me, I'm part of the union
Until the day I die
Until the day I die

You don't get me, I'm part of the union
You don't get me, I'm part of the union
You don't get me, I'm part of the union
Until the day I die
Until the day I die

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Ducks Deluxe: Coast to Coast

un grupo que se llama "Patos de Lujo"?

menudo nombre ridículo para un grupo

Lafayette Afro-Rock band

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Ducks Deluxe: Coast to Coast

un grupo que se llama "Patos de Lujo"?

menudo nombre ridículo para un grupo

Es posible que haya otras opciones respecto al significado http://onlineslangdictionary.com/meaning-definition-of/duck

Gene Vincent. Aún tuvo tiempo en los setenta de hacer cosas tan buenas como Sunshine

Bobbie Gentry. Una jamelga de cuidao.

Mean Stepmama Blues

British Lions: One More Chance To Run

Qué gran disco el One Year de Colin Blunstone! Seguro que a algunos les vendrá a la cabeza Jeff Buckley y a otros Nina Simone. Y todos tendrán razón.


Though You Are Far Away

Esta interpretación que hace Joan Armatrading del Back to the night es a lo que yo llamo un nivelón de la hostia.

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Qué gran disco el One Year de Colin Blunstone! Seguro que a algunos les vendrá a la cabeza Jeff Buckley y a otros Nina Simone. Y todos tendrán razón.


Though You Are Far Away

Un disco brutal. Tampoco desmerece nada su otra joya "Ennismore"

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Esta interpretación que hace Joan Armatrading del Back to the night es a lo que yo llamo un nivelón de la hostia.

Joder, el tiempo que hace que no me pongo con esta señora. En un ratillo recuperaré su disco homónimo del 76. Magnífico

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Diana Ross: I'm a winner

Siempre me ha desquiciado el uso que ha hecho Joan Baez del vibrato. Más bien el abuso sistemático. Nunca he entendido cómo una tía poseedora de una voz tan privilegiada, tan potente y cristalina, ha dedicado su carrera a joder canciones propias y ajenas con sus sobredosis de vibrato.

Con las buenas canciones que compuso y las aún mejores que le compusieron, y con el ejército de musicazos que tocaron para ella...

Cuando se controlaba un poco hacía cosas magníficas, como aquella versión de Long Black Veil o Blue Sky, o ésta del I'm Blowin' away de Eric Kaz

El talento extraordinario de Eric Kaz

Cry Like A Rainstorm