Jolie bouteille

L’ami Etienne nous rappelle cette jolie chanson, jadis chantée par Graeme Allwright, chanson culte des colos et organisations de jeunesse.

Jolie bouteille, sacrée bouteille
Veux-tu me laisser tranquille ?
Je veux te quitter, je veux m’en aller
Je veux recommencer ma vie

J’ai traîné
Dans tous les cafés
J’ai fait la manche bien des soirs
Les temps sont durs
Et j’suis même pas sûr
De me payer un coup à boire

J’ai mal à la tête
Et les punaises me guettent
Mais que faire dans un cas pareil
Je demande souvent
Aux passants
De me payer une bouteille

Dans la nuit
J’écoute la pluie
Un journal autour des oreilles
Mon vieux complet
Est tout mouillé
Mais j’ai toujours ma bouteille

Chacun fait
Ce qui lui plaît
Tout l’monde veut sa place au soleil
Mais moi j’m’en fous
J’n’ai rien du tout
Rien qu’une jolie bouteille

Se rappelle-t-on que la chanson originale est Bottle of Wine de Tom Paxton ?

BOTTLE OF WINE
(Tom Paxton)

Ramblin’ around this dirty old town
Singin’ for nickels and dimes
Times getting rough I ain’t got enough
To buy me a bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober
Leave me along, let me go home
I wann’a go back and start over

Little hotel, older than Hell
Cold and as dark as a mine
Blanket so thin, I lie there and grin
Buy me little bottle of wine

Aches in my head, bugs in my bed
Pants so old that they shine
Out on the street, tell the people I meet
Won’ch buy me a bottle of wine

Teacher must teach, and the preacher must preach
Miner must dig in the mine
I ride the rods, trusting in God
And hugging my bottle of wine

la voici par Lew Dite, un amateur « ex fan de judy collins »

By the way, il est une autre « bottle of wine », celle de Tim Heidecker. Rien à voir !

Et celle-ci, de Thomas Cunningham, émouvante, où l’on voit que le vin ne fait rien à l’affaire

Timing and its focus
It’s what ruins and it dopes us
Reality ain’t the same, if you don’t play the game
Cause I’m tired and it’s hopeless
I’m not beaten, but I’m broken
Words I’ve never spoken
What do you say? what do you say?
I guess you can’t look up to me that way
I guess you can’t look up to me that way

Is it fire or is it smoke?
Or should we just go for broke
Here comes boredom and it’s useless
I think life should come all inclusive
At least a little less abusive
What do you say? what do you say?
I guess you can’t look up to me that way
I guess you can’t look up to me that way

The bottle of wine was fine this time
And I really don’t think it’s changed
The bottle of wine was fine this time.
But oh, how I think you’ve changed

Timing and its focus
It’s what ruins and it dopes us
Reality ain’t the same if you don’t play the game
Here comes boredom and it’s useless
I think life should come all inclusive
At least a little less abusive
What do you say what do you say
I guess you can’t look up to me that way
I guess you can’t look up to me that way

The bottle of wine was fine this time
And I really don’t think it’s changed
The bottle of wine was fine this time.
But oh, how I think you’ve changed [x3]