Chants de l'armée Américaine

THE BLOOD ON THE RISERS

c'est LE chant des parachutistes Américains. Crée par la 82ème Airborne, il fût repris par la 173ème Brigade, la 4ème combat team brigade, la 25ème division d'infanterie et la 101ème airborne.

Les membres de l'armée des États-Unis qui suivent la formation à l'École Aéroportée au Fort Benning, en Géorgie, sont obligés d'apprendre le texte par coeur dans le cadre de leur formation finale et de l'obtention de leurs ailes de saut.


He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
"You ain't gonna jump no more!"

(CHORUS)
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!

"Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up,
Our Hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up;
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

(CHORUS)

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop,
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

(CHORUS)

The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome,
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones;
The canopy became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

(CHORUS)

The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind;
He thought about the medic corps and wondered what they'd find,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

(CHORUS)

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled,
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

(CHORUS)

He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high,
His comrades they were hurt to say: "A helluva way to die!"
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

(CHORUS)

(slowly, solemnly)
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper suit,
He was a mess; they picked him up, and poured him from his boots,
And he ain't gonna jump no more
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!

https://youtu.be/5HtVYr9aKRM



DOGFACE SOLDIERS

c'est en 1942 que le caporal Bert Gold et le Lieutenant Ken Hart ont co-écrit la chanson à Long Beach, état de New York. Ils ont écrit la chanson pour tous les soldats mais le Major Général Lucian K.Truscott, commandant de la 3ème division d'infanterie US ( Rock Of The Marne ), a adopté le Dog Face soldiers pour sa division. Cette chanson est immenssement populaire. Les Soldats l'on chanté, ont marché au pas dessus et même dansé dessus.


I Wouldn't Give A Bean
To Be A Fancy Pants Marine,
I'd rather Be A Dogface Soldier Like I Am.
I Wouldn't Trade My Old O.D.'s
For All The Navy's Dungarees
For I'm The Walking Pride Of Uncle Sam;
On All The Posters That I Read
It Says The Army Builds Men
So They're Tearing Me Down To Build Me Over Again
I'm Just A Dogface Soldier
With A Rifle On My Shoulder
And I Eat A Kraut For Breakfast Everyday.
So Feed Me Ammunition,
Keep Me In The Third Division,
Your Dogfaced Soldier Boy's Okay

https://youtu.be/reev7Jl_Wfs

Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy


The Andrews Sisters


He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a blowin' reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam
It really brought him down because he couldn't jam
The captain seemed to understand
Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted a band
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
A toot, a toot, a toot diddelyada toot
He blows it eight to the bar, in boogie rhythm
He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin' with 'I'm
He makes the company jump when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
He was our boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
And when he plays boogie woogie bugle he was buzy as a bzzz bee
And when he plays he makes the company jump eight to the bar
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
Toot toot toot, toot diddelyada, toot diddelyada
Toot, toot, he blows it eight to the bar
He can't blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't with 'I'm
A a a and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
He puts the boys asleep with boogie every night
And wakes 'em up the same way in the early bright
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
Because they know how he plays when someone gives him a beat
He really breaks it up when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B
Da doo da da doo da da da
Da doo da da doo da da da
Da doo da da doo da da da
Da doo da da doo da da
A a a and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

https://youtu.be/Mm1wuKvrxAw

Pour ma part j'affectionne particulièrement cette chanson de 1942 interprétée par Lucienne Delyle : mon amant de saint Jean.



Paroles :
1 - Je ne sais pourquoi j'allais danser
A Saint-Jean au musette,
Mais il m'a suffit d'un seul baiser
Pour que mon coeur soit prisonnier
Comment ne pas perdre la tête,
Serrée par des bras audacieux
Car l'on croit toujours Aux doux mots d'amour
Quand ils sont dits avec les yeux
Moi qui l'aimais tant,
Je le trouvais le plus beau de Saint-Jean,
Je restais grisée, Sans volonté, Sous ses baisers.
2 - Sans plus réfléchir, je lui donnais
Le meilleur de mon être
Beau parleur chaque fois qu'il mentait,
Je le savais, mais je l'aimais.
Comment ne pas perdre la tête,
Serrée par des bras audacieux
Car l'on croit toujours Aux doux mots d'amour
Quand ils sont dits avec les yeux
Moi qui l'aimais tant,
Je le trouvais le plus beau de Saint-Jean,
Je restais grisée, Sans volonté, Sous ses baisers.
3 - Mais hélas à Saint-Jean comme ailleurs
Un serment n'est qu'un leurre
J'étais folle de croire au bonheur,
Et de vouloir garder son coeur.
Comment ne pas perdre la tête,
Serrée par des bras audacieux
Car l'on croit toujours Aux doux mots d'amour
Quand ils sont dits avec les yeux
Moi qui l'aimais tant,
Mon bel amour, mon amant de Saint-Jean,
Il ne m'aime plus, C'est du passé, N'en parlons plus bis

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=93_pv-XWHpQ

Je valide on l'ajoute au répertoire!!

Wha c’est super compliquer au niveau de la prononciation et de la rapidité du tempo !!!

peux tu nous trouver autre chose pour l’US ?