Classicassos da Rádio #10 - 1952 Vincent Black Lightning

Bem, ultimamente tem sido difícil eu encontrar alguma música que eu ainda não conheça e REALMENTE gostar. Mas quando acontece é bem legal! Foi o caso dessa aqui, que é bem antiga mas eu nunca tinha escutado.

Basicamente é um folk/country rock, lançado em 1991 por Richard Thompson, que conta a história de um bad boy com sua moto (que é o nome da canção) e sua garota ruiva, Red Molly. Mas eu só fui conhecer a música através de um cover atual MUITO bom no youtube, com uma bass line EXTREMAMENTE catchy.

Não gostei tanto da versão original, então deixarei dois covers aqui: O que eu conheci (que é beeeem diferente da original), e outro bem mais próximo da versão original.

Hope you like it, 'cause I'm totally digging this song!

Cover mais próximo da versão original, na mesma pegada folk.

Versão que me fez conhecer a música, com vocal feminino invertendo os gêneros das personagens da canção, e THAT BASS. 

1952 Vincent Black Lightning

as made famous by

Richard Thompson

Oh says Red Molly to James: "That's a fine motorbike.

A girl could feel special on any such like"

Says James to Red Molly: "My hat's off to you,

It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952.

And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems,

Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme"

And he pulled her on behind...
And down to Boxhill they did ride.

Oh says James to Red Molly: "Here's a ring for your right hand

But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man.

For I've fought with the law since I was seventeen,

I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine.

Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22

And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you.

And if fate should break my stride

Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride"

"Come down, come down, Red Molly" called Sergeant McRae

"For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery.

Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside.

Oh come down, Red Molly, to his dying bedside"

When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left

He was running out of road, he was running out of breath

But he smiled to see her cry

He said: "I'll give you my Vincent to ride"

Says James: "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world

Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl.

Now Nortons and Indians and Greeves won't do,

Ah, they don't have a soul like a Vincent 52"

Oh he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys

Said: "I've got no further use for these.

I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome,

Swooping down from heaven to carry me home"

And he gave her one last kiss and died

And he gave her his Vincent to ride.

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