The White Stripes | Jolene

arnaud maïsetti — 2016-02-07T17:25:26Z

La voix de Jack White, la précision aléatoire de Meg White, la rage de The White Stripes : une reprise de Dolly Parton qui ne doit qu'à la colère la force du battement entre deux coups, le silence qui occuperait toute la place si on le laissait faire.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don't take him even though you can.

Your beauty is beyond compare,
With flaming locks of auburn hair,
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.
Your smile is like a breath of spring,
Your voice is soft like summer rain,
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene.
He talks about you in his sleep,
And there's nothing I can do to keep,
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don't take him even though you can.

Now, I can easily understand,
How you could easily take my man,
But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene.
Well, you could have your choice of men,
But I could never love again,
He's the only one for me, Jolene.
I had to have this talk with you,
My happiness depends on you,
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don't take him even though you can.

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The White Stripes | Jolene