Jolene

Zomrela Dolly Parton. Veľkú časť svojej kariéry odmietala označenie “feministka”, ale kolujú rôzne príbehy, ktoré naznačujú, že ňou bola aj bez nálepky.

Napríklad keď Elvis Presley chcel nahrať jej pesničku “I Will Always Love You,” jeho manažér žiadal polovicu práv ako súčasť dohody. Mladá Parton odmietla, lebo sa jej nezdalo fér, prečo by mali tantiémy ísť chlapovi, ktorý nenapísal z tej pesničky ani notu. To sa neskôr ukázalo ako strategické rozhodnutie, keď skladbu prespievala Whitney Houston. 

Alebo pesnička “9 to 5” o sekretárkach, ktoré si to vybavia so sexistickom šéfom.

Mne sa velmi páči Jolene, či už v originálnej verzii, alebo v tejto od jej krstnej dcéry. 

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Oh, 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 skin is soft like summer rain
And I can not compete with you, Jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene
He talks about you in his sleep
There’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him even though you can
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him even though you can

I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene
And you could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
Cause he’s the only one for me, Jolene, Jolene

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

Pred nejakým časom spravila Beyoncé trochu agresívnejšiu verziu:

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m warnin’ you, don’t come for my man (Jolene)
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Don’t take the chance because you think you can

You’re beautiful, beyond compare
Takes more than beauty and seductive stares
To come between a family and a happy man
Jolene, I’m a woman too
Thе games you play are nothing new
So you don’t want no hеat with me, Jolene

We’ve been deep in love for twenty years
I raised that man, I raised his kids
I know my man better than he knows himself (Yeah, what?)
I can easily understand
Why you’re attracted to my man
But you don’t want this smoke, so shoot your shot with someone else (You heard me)

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m warnin’ you, woman, find you your own man
Jolene, I know I’m a queen, Jolene
I’m still a Creole banjee bitch from Louisiane (Don’t try me)

There’s a thousand girls in every room
That act as desperate as you do
You a bird, go on and sing your tune, Jolene (What?)
I had to have this talk with you
‘Cause I hate to have to act a fool
Your peace depends on how you move, Jolene

Me and my man crossed those valleys
Highs and lows and everything between
Good deeds roll in like tumblin’ weeds
I sleep good, happy
‘Cause you can’t dig up our planted seeds
I know my man’s gon’ stand by me, breathin’ in my gentle breeze

I crossed those valleys
Highs and lows and everything between
Good deeds roll in like tumblin’ weeds
Good and happy
‘Cause you can’t dig up them planted seeds
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

I’ma stand by her, she gon’ stand by me, Jolene
I’ma stand by him, he gon’ stand by me
I’ma stand by her, she gon’ stand by me
I’ma stand by him, he gon’ stand by me, Jolene

Beyoncé nie je prvá, kto sa pohral. Už dávnejšie to spravila z trochu iného uhla Sonora Jha: 

Jolene Jolene Jolene Jolene
I’m watchin’ you move in on my man
Jolene Jolene Jolene Jolene
I’m sayin you should say “I think I can”

You’re beautiful beyond compare
I hope you’ll pardon while I stare
Just wonderin’ what moisturizer you wear, Jolene
But good for you, oh good for you
You can have my man and my children too, Jolene

Don’t get me wrong, I love my man I love those kids as hard I can
But some days I could just, you know what I mean, Jolene
And if my man’s that easy to take
You can have him and also eat your cake, Jolene

Jolene Jolene Jolene Jolene
I’m livin’ my best life and wish the same for you, Jolene
You freed up my every other weekend
For me to spend with my supercool friends
I love how you stepmom my kids, Jolene
I hope he’s showerin’ love on you
The way I tried to teach him to
You’re welcome, you’re welcome, you Queen Jolene

You say you don’t want him no more
But please don’t leave him at my door
Just tell me where to Venmo you, Jolene
Jolene Jolene Jolene Jolene

You could have your choice of men
And I’m wonderin’ if I’ll bother to love again
So l’II do me and you do you Jolene
Jolene Jolene Jolene Jolene
The kids are grown and happy too
I love how you found a better boo
Let’s all just move on, okay, please, Jolene

Well since the last song I’ve had time to think it over
A lot of tears, a lot a beer, a lot of wine
I spent so much time believing that that midnight phone stopped ringing
But he’d leave the room and answer every time

Well, it didn’t seem so easy with that broken glass in pieces
And you holding me and saying you were wrong
Well, I’m tired of second chances, and these sad-ass circumstances
He’s your problem; good luck keeping him home

Oh, Jolene, you can have him cause he don’t mean much to me
Well, I cried so much, two rivers turned to seas
Oh, Jolene, when you think that he’s in love, he’ll surely leave
Like he did me
You can have him, Jolene

Well, I fixed my crown from leaning and those wedding bells stopped ringing
I took my keys and threw him out his door
Well, I found a man who loves me and he’ll give me all I need
What woman could ask for any more?

Oh, Jolene, you can have him cause he don’t mean much to me
Well, I cried so much, two rivers turned to seas
Oh, Jolene, when you think that he’s in love, he’ll surely leave
Like he did me
You can have him, Jolene

A je aj niekolko rôznych odpovedí od Jolene. Napríklad táto:

Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly
You really think I wanna take your man?
Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly
I tell you but you never understand

Your beauty is beyond compare
With sunny skin and platinum hair
With cherry lips and eyes wide as the sea
Your laugh is like a morning dove
Your smile makes strangers fall in love
And I just want to worship you, Dolly

Your heart is locked, he’s got the key
And now he thinks that he wants me
I curse him when he grabs your waist, Dolly
And you can’t seem to understand
Why I tell you to leave that man
‘Cause you don’t know what you mean to me, Dolly

Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly
You really think I wanna take your man?
Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly
I tell you but you never understand

I could have my choice of men
But, God, I’ll never love again
If he’s the only one for you, Dolly
You tell me ’bout your jealousy
And what you really think of me
I guess I’m just your misery, Dolly

Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly
You really think I wanna take your man?
Dolly, Dolly, Dolly, Dolly
I tell you but you never understand

Alebo táto:

Oh, I promise I didn’t know he was your man
I would’ve noticed a gold wedding band, Diane
I’d rather you hate me than not understand Oh, Diane

You pick the time and the place
Don’t know how much this hurts
I gave him my heart to break
Now I know he broke yours first

Lying right there in my bed
While he was lying to you
Believing the words that he said
How could we be such fools?

And all those nights that he’s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you, Diane
I promise I didn’t know he was your man
I would’ve noticed a gold wedding band, Diane

I’d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane
You can blame me if it helps
That’s what a good wife would do
But you’re only cheating yourself
Choosing him over the truth

And all those nights that he’s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you, Diane

I promise I didn’t know he was your man
I would’ve noticed a gold wedding band, Diane
I’d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane, Diane, Diane, Diane
Oh, I’d rather you hate me than not understand
Oh, Diane
And all those nights that he’s given to me
I wish that I could give them back to you

Alebo táto.
 
Je skvelé, že sa z pesničky stala aj “forma”, ktorú si ženy podávajú už 50 rokov a každá si do nej vloží vlastný obsah.

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