About the Song
“The House of the Rising Sun” isn’t your typical rock and roll anthem. This hauntingly beautiful ballad, popularized by The Animals in 1964, has become a cornerstone of classic rock, shrouded in mystery and brimming with symbolism. Its origins remain unclear, passed down through generations as a folk song with various titles and interpretations.
The Animals’ version, driven by Alan Price’s pounding piano and Hilton Valentine’s jangly guitar riff, injects a raw energy into the traditional folk melody. Eric Burdon’s vocals, raspy and desperate, perfectly capture the song’s melancholic tone. The lyrics paint a bleak picture of a young man, possibly down on his luck or trapped in a life of vice, yearning to escape a place called “the House of the Rising Sun.”
The exact location and nature of this “House” remain ambiguous. Some interpretations suggest it’s a brothel, a prison, or a gambling den – a place of despair and lost dreams. The rising sun, a symbol of hope and new beginnings, becomes a cruel reminder of the character’s entrapment.
Despite its ambiguity, “The House of the Rising Sun” resonates with listeners on a deeper level. The song speaks to the universal themes of longing for freedom, struggling against circumstance, and the yearning for a better life. The repetitive lyrics, particularly the haunting refrain “Oh, mother tell your children not to do what I have done,” serve as a cautionary tale, urging listeners to avoid a similar fate.
“The Animals’ House of the Rising Sun” stands as a testament to the power of music to evoke emotions and tell stories without relying on explicit details. The song’s enduring legacy lies in its ability to capture a sense of desperation and longing, leaving a lasting impression on listeners for generations.
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Lyrics: House Of The Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m oneMy mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New OrleansNow the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s all drunk[Organ Solo]
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one
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