Álbum The Art School Session de Chuck Berry - Canciones
The Art School Session
2010 | 
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Un lanzamiento con un título tan específico como The Art School Session, de 2010, sugiere que se trata de una grabación de archivo o de un concierto con un significado particular. De hecho, es probable que se refiera a una actuación de Chuck Berry en una escuela de arte, un entorno donde su música era especialmente venerada por jóvenes artistas y músicos en los años 60, como los futuros miembros de The Rolling Stones o The Yardbirds.
Por lo tanto, el álbum podría capturar una atmósfera única, un encuentro entre el maestro y una audiencia de devotos discípulos. En consecuencia, la interpretación podría tener una energía especial, con un Chuck Berry consciente de su influencia en la vanguardia cultural.
Como resultado, aunque la calidad del sonido pudiera ser la de una grabación no profesional, su valor histórico sería inmenso. Este tipo de discos de archivo son un tesoro para los historiadores del rock y los fans más acérrimos. En definitiva, 'The Art School Session' es una ventana a la profunda conexión entre el rock and roll de Chuck Berry y el nacimiento de la cultura pop británica.
Listado de canciones del álbum The Art School Session
- School Day (Ring Ring Goes the Bell) 2:44
- Deep Feeling 2:21
- Too Much Monkey BusinessVer letra 2:56
[X]letra de Too Much Monkey Business
Runnin' to-and-fro - hard workin' at the mill.
Never fail in the mail - yeah, come a rotten bill!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
Salesman talkin' to me - tryin' to run me up a creek.
Says you can buy now, gone try - you can pay me next week, ahh!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
Blond have good looks - tryin' to get me hooked.
Want me to marry - get a home - settle down - write a book!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
Same thing every day - gettin' up, goin' to school.
No need for me to complain - my objection's overruled, ahh!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
Pay phone - something wrong - dime gone - will hold
I ought to sue the operator for spinning me a tale- ahh!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
Been to Yokohama - been fightin' in the war.
Army bunk - Army chow - Army clothes - Army car, aah!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
Workin' in the fillin' station - too many tasks.
Wipe the windows - check the tires - check the oil - dollar gas!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Don't want your botheration, get away, leave me!
TOO MUCH MONKEY BUSINESS FOR ME!! - Wee Wee HoursVer letra 3:05
[X]letra de Wee Wee Hours
In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think of you
In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think of you
You say, but yet I wonder
If your love was ever true
In a wee little room
I sit alone and think of you
In a wee little room
I sit alone and think of you
I wonder if you still remember
All the things we used to do
One little song
For a fading memory
One little song
For a fading memory
Of the one I really love
The only one for me
- Roly PolyVer letra 2:51
[X]letra de Roly Poly
220 pounds is a lot to carry round. You could even say that she is fat. Roly
Poly, Roly Poly. If she were thin and without a double chin, there wouldn't be
So much for me to love. Roly Poly, Roly Poly
- No Money DownVer letra 2:59
[X]letra de No Money Down
As I was motivatin'
Back in town
I saw a Cadillac sign
Sayin' "No Money Down"
So I eased on my brakes
And I pulled in the drive
Gunned my motor twice
Then I walked inside
Dealer came to me
Said "Trade in you Ford
And I'll put you in a car
That'll eat up the road
Just tell me what you want
And then sign on that line
And I'll have it brought down to you
In a hour's time"
I'm gonna get me a car
And I'll be headed on down the road
Then I won't have to worry
About that broken - down, raggedy Ford
"Well Mister I want a yellow convertible
Four - door de Ville
With a Continental spare
And a wide chrome wheel
I want power steering
And power brakes
I want a powerful motor
With a jet off - take
I want air condition
I want automatic heat
And I want a full Murphy bed
In my back seat
I want short - wave radio
I want TV and a phone
You know I gotta talk to my baby
When I'm ridin' alone"
Yes I'm gonna get that car
And I'm gonna head on down the road
Yeah, then I won't have to worry
About that broken - down, raggedy Ford
"I want four carburetors
And two straight exhausts
I'm burnin' aviation fuel
No matter what the cost
I want railroad air horns
And a military spark
And I want a five - year guarantee
On everything I got
I want ten - dollar deductible
I want twenty dollar notes
I want thirty thousand liability"
That's all she wrote
I got me a car
And I'm headed on down the road
No money down
I don't have to worry
About that broken - down, raggedy Ford
- Brown Eyed Handsome ManVer letra 2:19
[X]letra de Brown Eyed Handsome Man
Arrested on charges of unemployment,
He was sitting in the witness stand
The judge's wife called up the district attorney
Said you free that brown eyed man
You want your job you better free that brown eyed man
Flying across the desert in a TWA,
I saw a woman walking across the sand
She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay.
To get a brown eyed handsome man
Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man
Way back in history three thousand years
Back every since the world began
There's been a whole lot of good women shed a tear
For a brown eyed handsome man
That's what the trouble was brown eyed handsome man
Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind
Between a doctor and a lawyer man
Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself
A brown eyed handsome man
That's what your daddy is a brown eyed handsome man
Milo Venus was a beautiful lass
She had the world in the palm of her hand
But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match
To get brown eyed handsome man
She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man
Two, three count with nobody on
He hit a high fly into the stand
Rounding third he was headed for home
It was a brown eyed handsome man
That won the game; it was a brown eyed handsome man - Berry Pickin' 2:33
- Together (We'll Always Be) 2:39
- Havana MoonVer letra 3:09
[X]letra de Havana Moon
Havana moon, Havana moon
Me all alone with jug of rum
Me stand and wait for boat to come
It's long the night, it's quiet the dock
The boat she late since 12 o'clock
Me watch the tide easin' in
Is low the moon, but high the wind
Havana moon, Havana moon
Me all alone, me open the rum
It's long the wait for boat to come
American girl come back to me
We'll sail away across the sea
We'll dock in New York, the buildings high
We'll find a home up in the sky
Havana moon, Havana moon
Me still alone, me sip on the rum
Me wonder where the boat she come
To bring me love, ow! Sweet little thing
She rock and roll, she dance and sing
She hold me tight, she touch me lips
Me eyes they close, me heart she flip
Havana moon, Havana moon
But still alone, me drinkin' the rum
Begin to think the boat no come
American girl, she tell a lie
She say till then, she mean goodbye
Havana moon, Havana moon
Me lay down alone, was good the rum
Me fall asleep, the boat she come
The girl she look till come the dawn
She weep and cry, "Return for home"
The whistle blow, me open me eyes
Was bright the sun, was blue the sky
Me grab me shoes, me jump and run
Me see the boat head for horizon
Havana moon, is gone the rum
The boat she sail, me love she gone
Havana moon, Havana moon - Down Bound Train 2:51
- Drifting HeartVer letra 2:50
[X]letra de Drifting Heart
Who set my heart
Ever - drifting?
You, from the start never lifting
I fight it but it downs me
Despite the joy around me
I can't free myself from sorrow
All through the day it's a wonder
Fall will the night, still I wonder
If I'm the only
Or are you as lonely
Come home to me tomorrow
Why should the past so change
How you feel!
Oh but I ask you
"Forgive, if you will"
These lonely hours are
So hard to bear
I don't deny that I was unfair
You paid enough to be gay
Who made me love you this way?
So give me the chance
To renew our romance
For this time I know it will stay
Oh yes, this time I know it will stay
- You Can't Catch Me 2:44
- Thirty Days (To Come Back Home) 2:25
- MaybelleneVer letra 2:23
[X]letra de Maybellene
Maybellene
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.
As I was motivatin' over the hill
I saw Maybellene in a coup de ville.
A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road,
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford.
The Cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five,
She's bumper to bumper rollin' side by side.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.
Pink in the mirror on top of the hill,
It's just like swallowin' up a medicine pill.
First thing I saw that Cadillac grille
Doin' a hundred and ten gallopin' over that hill.
Offhill curve, a downhill stretch,
Me and that Cadillac neck by neck.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.
The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford,
The Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more.
It then got clody and it started to rain,
I tooted my horn for a passin' lead
The rain water blowin' all under my hood,
I knew that was doin' my motor good.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.
The motor cooled down, the heat went down
And that's when I heard that highway sound.
The Cadillac a-sittin' like a ton of lead
A hundred and ten a half a mile ahead.
The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still
And I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.
Un lanzamiento con un título tan específico como The Art School Session, de 2010, sugiere que se trata de una grabación de archivo o de un concierto con un significado particular. De hecho, es probable que se refiera a una actuación de Chuck Berry en una escuela de arte, un entorno donde su música era especialmente venerada por jóvenes artistas y músicos en los años 60, como los futuros miembros de The Rolling Stones o The Yardbirds.
Por lo tanto, el álbum podría capturar una atmósfera única, un encuentro entre el maestro y una audiencia de devotos discípulos. En consecuencia, la interpretación podría tener una energía especial, con un Chuck Berry consciente de su influencia en la vanguardia cultural.
Como resultado, aunque la calidad del sonido pudiera ser la de una grabación no profesional, su valor histórico sería inmenso. Este tipo de discos de archivo son un tesoro para los historiadores del rock y los fans más acérrimos. En definitiva, 'The Art School Session' es una ventana a la profunda conexión entre el rock and roll de Chuck Berry y el nacimiento de la cultura pop británica.
[X]
Runnin' to-and-fro - hard workin' at the mill.letra de Too Much Monkey Business
Never fail in the mail - yeah, come a rotten bill!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
Salesman talkin' to me - tryin' to run me up a creek.
Says you can buy now, gone try - you can pay me next week, ahh!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
Blond have good looks - tryin' to get me hooked.
Want me to marry - get a home - settle down - write a book!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
Same thing every day - gettin' up, goin' to school.
No need for me to complain - my objection's overruled, ahh!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
Pay phone - something wrong - dime gone - will hold
I ought to sue the operator for spinning me a tale- ahh!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
Been to Yokohama - been fightin' in the war.
Army bunk - Army chow - Army clothes - Army car, aah!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in!
Workin' in the fillin' station - too many tasks.
Wipe the windows - check the tires - check the oil - dollar gas!
Too much monkey business. Too much monkey business.
Don't want your botheration, get away, leave me!
TOO MUCH MONKEY BUSINESS FOR ME!!
[X]
In the wee, wee hoursletra de Wee Wee Hours
That's when I think of you
In the wee, wee hours
That's when I think of you
You say, but yet I wonder
If your love was ever true
In a wee little room
I sit alone and think of you
In a wee little room
I sit alone and think of you
I wonder if you still remember
All the things we used to do
One little song
For a fading memory
One little song
For a fading memory
Of the one I really love
The only one for me
[X]
220 pounds is a lot to carry round. You could even say that she is fat. Rolyletra de Roly Poly
Poly, Roly Poly. If she were thin and without a double chin, there wouldn't be
So much for me to love. Roly Poly, Roly Poly
[X]
As I was motivatin'letra de No Money Down
Back in town
I saw a Cadillac sign
Sayin' "No Money Down"
So I eased on my brakes
And I pulled in the drive
Gunned my motor twice
Then I walked inside
Dealer came to me
Said "Trade in you Ford
And I'll put you in a car
That'll eat up the road
Just tell me what you want
And then sign on that line
And I'll have it brought down to you
In a hour's time"
I'm gonna get me a car
And I'll be headed on down the road
Then I won't have to worry
About that broken - down, raggedy Ford
"Well Mister I want a yellow convertible
Four - door de Ville
With a Continental spare
And a wide chrome wheel
I want power steering
And power brakes
I want a powerful motor
With a jet off - take
I want air condition
I want automatic heat
And I want a full Murphy bed
In my back seat
I want short - wave radio
I want TV and a phone
You know I gotta talk to my baby
When I'm ridin' alone"
Yes I'm gonna get that car
And I'm gonna head on down the road
Yeah, then I won't have to worry
About that broken - down, raggedy Ford
"I want four carburetors
And two straight exhausts
I'm burnin' aviation fuel
No matter what the cost
I want railroad air horns
And a military spark
And I want a five - year guarantee
On everything I got
I want ten - dollar deductible
I want twenty dollar notes
I want thirty thousand liability"
That's all she wrote
I got me a car
And I'm headed on down the road
No money down
I don't have to worry
About that broken - down, raggedy Ford
[X]
Arrested on charges of unemployment,letra de Brown Eyed Handsome Man
He was sitting in the witness stand
The judge's wife called up the district attorney
Said you free that brown eyed man
You want your job you better free that brown eyed man
Flying across the desert in a TWA,
I saw a woman walking across the sand
She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay.
To get a brown eyed handsome man
Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man
Way back in history three thousand years
Back every since the world began
There's been a whole lot of good women shed a tear
For a brown eyed handsome man
That's what the trouble was brown eyed handsome man
Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind
Between a doctor and a lawyer man
Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself
A brown eyed handsome man
That's what your daddy is a brown eyed handsome man
Milo Venus was a beautiful lass
She had the world in the palm of her hand
But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match
To get brown eyed handsome man
She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man
Two, three count with nobody on
He hit a high fly into the stand
Rounding third he was headed for home
It was a brown eyed handsome man
That won the game; it was a brown eyed handsome man
[X]
Havana moon, Havana moonletra de Havana Moon
Me all alone with jug of rum
Me stand and wait for boat to come
It's long the night, it's quiet the dock
The boat she late since 12 o'clock
Me watch the tide easin' in
Is low the moon, but high the wind
Havana moon, Havana moon
Me all alone, me open the rum
It's long the wait for boat to come
American girl come back to me
We'll sail away across the sea
We'll dock in New York, the buildings high
We'll find a home up in the sky
Havana moon, Havana moon
Me still alone, me sip on the rum
Me wonder where the boat she come
To bring me love, ow! Sweet little thing
She rock and roll, she dance and sing
She hold me tight, she touch me lips
Me eyes they close, me heart she flip
Havana moon, Havana moon
But still alone, me drinkin' the rum
Begin to think the boat no come
American girl, she tell a lie
She say till then, she mean goodbye
Havana moon, Havana moon
Me lay down alone, was good the rum
Me fall asleep, the boat she come
The girl she look till come the dawn
She weep and cry, "Return for home"
The whistle blow, me open me eyes
Was bright the sun, was blue the sky
Me grab me shoes, me jump and run
Me see the boat head for horizon
Havana moon, is gone the rum
The boat she sail, me love she gone
Havana moon, Havana moon
[X]
Who set my heartletra de Drifting Heart
Ever - drifting?
You, from the start never lifting
I fight it but it downs me
Despite the joy around me
I can't free myself from sorrow
All through the day it's a wonder
Fall will the night, still I wonder
If I'm the only
Or are you as lonely
Come home to me tomorrow
Why should the past so change
How you feel!
Oh but I ask you
"Forgive, if you will"
These lonely hours are
So hard to bear
I don't deny that I was unfair
You paid enough to be gay
Who made me love you this way?
So give me the chance
To renew our romance
For this time I know it will stay
Oh yes, this time I know it will stay
[X]
Maybelleneletra de Maybellene
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.
As I was motivatin' over the hill
I saw Maybellene in a coup de ville.
A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road,
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford.
The Cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five,
She's bumper to bumper rollin' side by side.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.
Pink in the mirror on top of the hill,
It's just like swallowin' up a medicine pill.
First thing I saw that Cadillac grille
Doin' a hundred and ten gallopin' over that hill.
Offhill curve, a downhill stretch,
Me and that Cadillac neck by neck.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.
The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford,
The Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more.
It then got clody and it started to rain,
I tooted my horn for a passin' lead
The rain water blowin' all under my hood,
I knew that was doin' my motor good.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.
The motor cooled down, the heat went down
And that's when I heard that highway sound.
The Cadillac a-sittin' like a ton of lead
A hundred and ten a half a mile ahead.
The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still
And I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.
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