Gloria - de Van Morrison à Patti Smith

8 Janvier 2025

Gloria est une chanson rock écrite par Van Morrison et enregistrée pour la première fois fin 1964 par son groupe Them en face B du single Baby, Please Don't Go. Les arrangements musicaux sont d'Arthur Greenslade.

Le groupe Them et Van Morrison

Yeah, right

Did you hear about my baby? She comes around She comes round here, the head to the ground? Comes round here just about midnight She makes me feel so good, makes me feel all right

She comes round my street, now She comes to my house and Knocks upon my door Climbing up my stairs, one, two Come on baby Here she is in my room, oh boy

Hey what's your name? How old are you? Where'd you go to school? Aha, yeah Aha, yeah Ah, ah yeah, ah yeah Oh haa, mmm

Well, now that we know each other a little bit better Why don't you come over here Make me feel all right!

Gloria, Gloria Gloria, Gloria Gloria, Gloria All night, all day All right, okey, yey! (Gloria, Gloria)

You were my queen and I was your fool Riding home after school You took me home To your house Your father's at work Your mama's out shopping around Check me into your room Show me your thing Why'd you do it baby?

Getting softer, slow it down Softer, get it down

Now you show me your thing Wrap your legs around my neck Wrap your arms around my feet, yeah Wrap your hair around my skin I'm gonna huh, right, ok, yeah

It's getting harder, it's getting too darn fast It's getting harder

All right! Come on, now, let's get it on Too late, too late, too late Too late, too late, too late Can't stop, wow! Make me feel all right!

Gloria, Gloria Gloria, Gloria Gloria, Gloria All night, all day All right, okey, yey! (Gloria, Gloria)

Keep the whole thing going, baby! All right! All right! Aaaaah!

L'une des reprises les plus connues est celle de Patti Smith, sur son album Horses, de 1975, rebaptisée : In Excelsis Deo. La chanteuse retient seulement le refrain original et ajoute des couplets très personnels

Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine
Melting in a pot of thieves, wild card up my sleeve
Thick, heart of stone, my sins, my own
They belong to me, me
People said, "Beware", but I don't care
Their words are just rules and regulations to me, me
I walk in a room, you know I look so proud
I move in this here atmosphere where anything's allowed
Then I go to this here party and I just get bored
Until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing
Humping on a parking meter, leaning on the parking meter
Oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
And I've got this crazy feeling that I'm going to, ah-ah, make her mine
Oh, I'll put my spell on her, here she comes
Walking down the street, here she comes
Coming through my door, here she comes
Crawling up my stair, here she comes
Waltzing through the hall in a pretty red dress
And oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
And I've got this crazy feeling that I'm going to, ah-ah, make her mine
Then I hear this knocking on my door
Hear this knocking on my door
And I look up to the big tower clock and say, "Oh my God, it's midnight"
And my baby is walking through the door laying on my couch
She whispers to me and I take the big plunge
And oh, she was so good, ooh
And oh, she was so fine
And I'm going to tell the world that I just, ah-ah, made her mine
And I said darling, tell me your name, she told me her name
She whispered to me, she told me her name
And her name is, and her name is
And her name is, and her name is
G-L-O-R-I-
G-L-O-R-I-A (Gloria)
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I was at the stadium
There were 20 thousand girls
Called their names out to me
Marie, Ruth, but to tell you the truth
I didn't hear them, I didn't see
I let my eyes rise to the big tower clock
And I heard those bells chiming in my heart going
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong
Calling the time when you came to my room
And you whispered to me, and we took the big plunge
And oh, you were so good, ooh
Oh, you were so fine
And I've got to tell the world that I made ya mine, made ya mine
Made her mine made ya mine made her mine made ya mine
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When the tower bells chime
Ding-dong they chime
I said that Jesus died for somebody's sins
But not mine
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