Ψυχή

Η φωνή της Τζάνις Τζόπλιν ξεσκίζει την ψυχή. Μια από τις λιγότερο γνωστές εκτελέσεις της :
το Summertime από το Porgy and Bess (Όπερα, Γκέρσουην-ΝτιΜπος Χέηγουαρντ, 1936) 

Ένα από τα αγαπημένα μου, που το λέω κι εγώ όταν με ακούνε μόνο φίλοι :-)
Το Me and Bobby McGee, του Κρις Κριστόφερσον, ένα από τα τραγούδια-υπογραφή της Τζάνις. 

Το ηχογράφησε λίγες μέρες πριν πεθάνει. Έφτασε #1 στα τσαρτς.
Ο Κρις Κριστόφερσον, που ήταν εραστής της Τζανις τα τελευταία χρόνια, δεν ήξερε ότι η Τζάνις είχε ηχογραφήσει το τραγούδι του --το έμαθε μια μέρα αφότου η Τζανις πέθανε. Αργότερα ο Κρις είπε ότι το τραγούδι το είχε γράψει αφού είδε την ταινία La Strada του Φελίνι.

Me And Bobby Mcgee Kris Kristofferson		Me And Bobby Mcgee Janis Joplin
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the trains, Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, Took us all the way to New Orleans. Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues, With them windshield wipers slappin' time and Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up every song that driver knew. Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose, And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free, Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, And buddy, that was good enough for me, Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee. From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul, Standin' right beside me through everythin' I done, And every night she kept me from the cold. Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, She was lookin' for the home I hope she'll find, Well I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin' Bobby's body close to mine. Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose, And nothin' left was all she left to me, Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues, And buddy, that was good enough for me. Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.		Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' fer a train When I's feeling nearly faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained And rode us all the way to New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana I's playing soft while Bobby sung the blues, n-yeah Windshield wipers slapping time I's, holding Bobby's hand in mine and We sang every song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, Nothing, I mean nothing honey if it ain't free, no no Yeah feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues, You know feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee. From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the cold world One day near Salinas Lord, I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing, and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah But feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues Hey feeling good was good enough for me, hmm-mm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee. La da la la la, la da la la la da la La da da la la la Bobby McGee yeah La da la la la, la da la la la da la La da da la la la Bobby McGee yeah La da la la la, la da la la la da la La da da la la la Bobby McGee yeah Lord I called him my lover, I called him my man I said I called him my lover just the best I can c'mon, c'mon Bobby now, c'mon Bobby McGee La da la la la, la da la la la la la Hey hey hey Bobby McGee yeah.