A Leather for My Fred

I'm not very good with song lyrics. I never believed that Jimi Hendrix was saying, "'Scuse me, while I kiss this guy," but there have been plenty of other songs that I've mangled in my head almost as badly. Some singers, of course, enunciate better than others—I've never really had a problem with most of Bruce Springsteen's songs,* while the vast majority of Nirvana's album, Nevermind, is sung, I believe, in Ancient Greek. But, by and large, I just don't pay close enough attention to the content of a song: I'm just more interested in the sound and feel of a song—the harmonies, the chord progressions, the tension in the music.

Still, even with my limited appreciation for song lyrics, I think some of these transcriptions for Joe Cocker's cover of the Beatles' With a Little Help from My Friends at Woodstock may not be entirely accurate. It's just a guess, mind you.

*Well, okay: Blinded By the Light, while much clearer on his original version than on the Manfred Mann cover, is really more of a "I have no idea what that means" than a "I don't know what he's saying."