Black Angel Blues
B.B. King Lyrics


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Dix heures, sur le trottoir, Betty est affalée, black and blue
Je lui sors un vieux mouchoir entre deux limbes, m'explique le coup
Jack pour black, bleu pour blue

Tard, il est bien trop tard pour jouer aux voyous car
L'artiste, dans le coin, est réputé, voyez-vous
Allons donc, venez allons nous noyer
Verser quelques limbes au pub
Allons donc, venez, il faut vous soigner
Vous faire imbiber au rhum

Onze heures, sur le comptoir, les filles se font tatouer black and blue
Les dealers sont en retard mais moi, je suis déjà sur le coup
Lui injecte un heureux rendez-vous

Elle part, oublie Jack dans la nuit black et tous ses blues
Le dard la pénètre. Place à son favori voyou
Ah non, je ne saurais décrire l'effet ! Ah non, je ne savais que dire
Béant devant la beauté de ses traits qui pleuraient de plaisir
On titube sur le trottoir de Camden Street bras dessus, bras dessous
Mais bébé nous serons bien, car nous serons tout deux black and blue




Car nous serons deux à prendre les coups
Car nous serons deux, un point c'est tout.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Black Angel Blues" by B.B. King tell the story of two individuals, Betty and the singer, who find themselves in a world of violence and chaos. The song begins with the singer finding Betty on the sidewalk, beat up and bruised. He mentions that the bruises are from a man named Jack, with "Jack" being slang for a man and "blue" signifying the physical beating. The song continues with the singer and Betty heading to a pub to "drown their sorrows" and "get drunk on rum."


As the night progresses, the two find themselves in the midst of the seedy underbelly of Camden Street. The girls at the pub are getting tattooed, and the dealers are running late. The singer gives Betty a shot of something that makes her forget about Jack and the black and blue bruises. Betty is described as forgetting all of her worries as she becomes lost in pleasure. The singer acknowledges that he can't describe the experience or even put it into words. The song ends with the two stumbling down Camden street, arm in arm, both black and blue from the trials and tribulations of life.


The lyrics of "Black Angel Blues" are a haunting portrayal of life in the inner city, full of pain, violence, and sadness. The singer and Betty are both victims of this world, with their bruises serving as an embodiment of their struggles. The song highlights the difficulty of breaking free from cycles of violence and the escapism that comes with being drunk or high.


Line by Line Meaning

Dix heures, sur le trottoir, Betty est affalée, black and blue
At ten o'clock, on the sidewalk, Betty is sprawled out, covered in bruises


Je lui sors un vieux mouchoir entre deux limbes, m'explique le coup
I offer her an old handkerchief as we drift in and out of consciousness, she explains what happened


Jack pour black, bleu pour blue
Jack for black, blue for blue


Tard, il est bien trop tard pour jouer aux voyous car
Late, it's far too late to play the tough guy because


L'artiste, dans le coin, est réputé, voyez-vous
The artist in the corner is well-known, you see


Allons donc, venez allons nous noyer
So let's go, come on let's drown ourselves


Verser quelques limbes au pub
Pour a few drinks at the pub


Allons donc, venez, il faut vous soigner
So come on, you need to get better


Vous faire imbiber au rhum
Get soaked in rum


Onze heures, sur le comptoir, les filles se font tatouer black and blue
At eleven o'clock, on the counter, the girls are getting tattooed black and blue


Les dealers sont en retard mais moi, je suis déjà sur le coup
The dealers are running late but I'm already on top of it


Lui injecte un heureux rendez-vous
I give her a happy fix


Elle part, oublie Jack dans la nuit black et tous ses blues
She leaves, forgetting about Jack and all her troubles in the black night


Le dard la pénètre. Place à son favori voyou
The needle pierces her. Enter her favorite thug


Ah non, je ne saurais décrire l'effet ! Ah non, je ne savais que dire
Oh no, I couldn't describe the feeling! Oh no, I didn't know what to say


Béant devant la beauté de ses traits qui pleuraient de plaisir
Mesmerized by the beauty of her features that cried with pleasure


On titube sur le trottoir de Camden Street bras dessus, bras dessous
We stagger on Camden Street sidewalk arm in arm


Mais bébé nous serons bien, car nous serons tout deux black and blue
But baby we'll be okay, because we'll both be black and blue


Car nous serons deux à prendre les coups
Because we'll both take the blows


Car nous serons deux, un point c'est tout.
Because we'll be two, that's all there is to it.




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@SlashUgly

When you think the guitar part is enough to make him a legend, He starts singing and you just can't believe your ears.

Rest in Peace King!

@eTuberadicalbrasil

ala

@DjSoulbot

totally true bro, bb is the man

@gabriel.o4665

vai corinthians!

@matheuushh2

Pois é...o cara é eterno

@lukaskucera9043

Colorado Man same thing with jimi Hendrix

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@9californication

I love BB King's philosophy on playing the guitar. He does not attempt to overwhelm his audience with a ton of notes, but instead picks the melodies and licks he wants to use extremely carefully and with "soul". Through his guitar, perhaps, we were allowed to glimpse into his personality.

@markconnors7310

Amen!

@davidsands3785

9californication Our job as guitarists, and as musicians in general, is to let everyone know both the joy and pain that is in our souls. Every time we play, we should be telling our story with no words, allowing all who hear to look into our hearts and to become as possessed by our music as we are

@TheHyde8875

Extremely carefully? I came here to to try to change my long standing opinion that he is overrated. My opinion remains the same. He is sloppy. While he was a good singer, his guitar skills sucked.

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