プライスは、第二次世界大戦で海外に従軍している愛しい人を思うアメリカ女性の願いを込めてこの曲を作った。ピー・ウィー・キングとレッド・スチュワートは、戦時下という背景から「引き離されている恋人たちのことを歌った一種の普遍的な歌へと」作り直し、曲名も「You Belong to Me」(あなたは私のもの)とした。
日本語のタイトルは「黒い炎」ですが、原曲のタイトルの「Get It On」は俗語的な意味(スラング)で「性を楽しむ」。18禁的な内容な歌詞。ヒットしていた当時、全く意味がわからず聴いていました。!?(゚〇゚;)マ、マジ…
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Get It On 詞 曲 B.Chase/T.Richards
I need your loving I said I want your loving I need you every minute of the day now Girl listen what I say Get it on in the morning now
I want you when the moon shines bright I said I want you when the time is right now I need you all through the night now That's how I feel inside I say get it on in the morning now I'm gonna tell you just what I'm gonna do I'm gonna make love to you There's the kind of feeling that just won't win I said come on girl now this is it Get it on in the morning now
Oh that feeling's gonna be Oh that feeling's gonna be It's gonna be just you and me in ecstacy
Wow
I gotta get it on I gotta get it on I gotta get it on I gotta get it on I gotta get it on I gotta get it on I gotta get it on I gotta get it on I said I'm gonna tell you just what I'm gonna do I'm gonna make love to you
There's the kind of feeling that just won't win I said come on girl now this is it Get it on in the morning now Oh that feeling's gonna be Oh that feeling's gonna be It's gonna be just you and me in ecstacy
Call my baby Lollipop, tell you why His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie And when he does his shaky rockin' dance Man, I haven't got a chance I call him
Sweeter than candy on a stick Huckleberry, cherry, or lime If you have a choice, he'd be your pick
But Lollipop is mine
Crazy way he thrills me, yell you why Just like a lightning from the sky He loves to kiss me till I can't see straight Gee, my Lollipop is great I call him
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said? Lovers walk along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand? Pictures hanging in a hallway or the fragment of a song Half remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong? When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair
A circle in a spiral, a wheel within a wheel Never ending nor beginning on an ever-spinning reel As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind The Windmills of Your Mind