About the song
Eric Burdon’s rendition of “House of the Rising Sun” is an iconic piece of music history that has left an indelible mark on the realm of rock and blues. Originally a traditional folk song, Burdon’s interpretation with The Animals in the 1960s catapulted it to worldwide acclaim, becoming a timeless classic that continues to resonate with audiences across generations.
The song opens with a hauntingly beautiful arpeggio on the guitar, instantly capturing the listener’s attention and setting the mood for the emotive journey that follows. Burdon’s vocals are soulful and full of raw emotion, perfectly encapsulating the sorrow and regret portrayed in the lyrics.
“House of the Rising Sun” tells the tale of a person’s descent into the depths of vice and despair, symbolized by the infamous house in New Orleans. The narrative unfolds through poignant verses that paint a vivid picture of a life gone astray, filled with hardship, temptation, and ultimately, redemption.
What sets Burdon’s version apart is its gripping intensity and the palpable sense of catharsis in his delivery. Each word is imbued with passion and authenticity, drawing listeners into the protagonist’s plight and making them feel every ounce of pain and longing expressed in the song.
Musically, the arrangement is masterful, with the organ adding a haunting quality to the melody while the steady rhythm drives the narrative forward. The interplay between Burdon’s vocals and the instrumentation creates a powerful synergy, making “House of the Rising Sun” a captivating sonic experience from start to finish.
As the song builds to its climactic moments, Burdon’s voice reaches soaring heights, culminating in a soul-stirring crescendo that leaves a lasting impact. It’s a testament to his vocal prowess and ability to infuse timeless classics with a renewed sense of vitality and emotion.
In essence, Eric Burdon’s rendition of “House of the Rising Sun” is more than just a song—it’s a musical masterpiece that continues to captivate and move audiences, solidifying its place in the pantheon of greats in the world of rock and blues.
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Lyrics
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, O God, for oneIf I had listened what Mama said
I’d be at home today
Being so young and foolish, poor boy
Let a rambler lead me astrayGo tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising SunMy mother, she’s a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart, he’s a drunkard, Lord
Drinks down in New OrleansThe only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunkFills his glasses to the brim
Passes them around
Only pleasure he gets out of life
Is hoboin’ from town to townOne foot is on the platform
And the other one on the train
I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chainGoing back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
Going back to spend the rest of my days
Beneath that Rising Sun