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King Harvest
King Harvest
01/13/2016
'King Harvest'  The Band

"Just look at all these hills when the sun sets them on fire"
Uit Les Vendanges. Naar 'King Harvest' van The Band (bewerkt JMG 2012)

'King Harvest' van The Band, hier in de Casino Arena in 1976, als het vijftal nog compleet is. Dit is een van de laatste live optredens van The Band voor ze met The Last Waltz definitief zullen stoppen als groep. Andere uitvoeringen: studio opname 'King Harvest' of bijvoorbeeld deze live uitvoering uit 1970 in de 'Pink House' (in Woodstock).
Zie ook hieronder en in het Bikecentennial album in Contouren voor een Frans/Engelse bewerking.


'King Harvest'  The Band

Corn in the fields
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water
King Harvest has surely come
I work for the union 'cause she's so good to me
And I'm bound to come out on top that's where I should be
I will hear ev'ry word the boss may say
For he's the one who hands me down my pay
Looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay
I'm a union man, now, all the way

The smell of the leaves
From the magnolia trees in the meadow
King Harvest has surely come

Dry summer, then comes fall
Which I depend on most of all
Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear my call?
Please let these crops grow tall
Long enough I've been up on Skid Row
And it's plain to see, I've nothin to show
I'm glad to pay those union dues
Just don't judge me by my shoes

Scarecrow and a yellow moon
And pretty soon a carnival on the edge of town
King Harvest has surely come

Last year, this time, wasn't no joke
My whole barn went up in smoke
My horse Jethro, well he went mad
And I can't remember things bein' so bad
Then there comes a man with a paper and a pen
Tellin' us our hard times are about to end
And then, if they don't give us what we like
He said, "Men, that's when you gotta go on strike"

Corn in the fields
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water
King Harvest has surely come

Uit 'Goedkoop Door Amerika', pag 2.

Hoewel we met zijn allen helemaal op gingen in de lokale Franse sferen, riep de scene waarin we zaten bij mij sterke associaties op met een song van een van mijn favoriete groepen, The Band. Op een natte en koude rustdag dwaalden m'n gedachten af naar de bewogen stem van Richard Manuel.

Les Vendanges. Naar 'King Harvest' van The Band (bewerkt JMG 2012)

Bunch on the vines.
Just look at all these hills when the sun sets them on fire
Les Vendanges vont commencer
I'll work for Boulon, cause he's so good to me
And I'm bound to pick all these rows,
That's what I am here to do.
I will hear ev'ry word Mr Boulon may say,
For he's the boss who hands me down my pay.
Looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay,
I'm a grapepicker now, all the way

The smell of the wine,
From the fermenting grapes in the caves,
Les Vendanges ont commencés

Dry summer, then comes fall,
Which he depends on most of all.
Hey, rainmaker, will you be careful with this hail
Please don't let Boulon once more turn pale
We just don't want to see him cross
Cause it's no joke to have an angry boss
But I will be pickin all day
As long as Boulon will give us pay

An old piano in the dormitory,
And pretty soon a festival on the edge of town,
Les Vendanges ont commencés

Last year, this time, there was no fun
Freezing cold and hardly sun
A broken love did make me sad
And I can't remember things bein' so bad.
Cut my fingers just a thousand times
Stickin' that serpette into them vines
Then  comes in Darbon with wellies and coats
And pooring in some wine to oil our throats

Bunch on the vines.
Just look at all these hills when the sun sets them on fire
Les Vendanges vont commencer