L'anno Che Verrà
Composer(s): Lucio Dalla
First release by: Lucio Dalla - 1978



Caro amico ti scrivo così mi distraggo un po'
e siccome sei molto lontano più forte ti scriverò
Da quando sei partito c'è una grossa novità
l'anno vecchio è finito ormai
ma qualcosa ancora qui non va

Si esce poco la sera compreso quando è festa
e c'è chi ha messo dei sacchi di sabbia vicino alla finestra
e si sta senza parlare per intere settimane
e a quelli che hanno niente da dire
del tempo ne rimane

Ma la televisione ha detto che il nuovo anno
porterà una trasformazione
e tutti quanti stiamo già aspettando
sarà tre volte Natale e festa tutto il giorno
ogni Cristo scenderà dalla croce
anche gli uccelli faranno ritorno

Ci sarà da mangiare e luce tutto l'anno
anche i muti potranno parlare
mentre i sordi già lo fanno

E si farà l'amore ognuno come gli va
anche i preti potranno sposarsi
ma soltanto a una certa età
e senza grandi disturbi qualcuno sparirà
saranno forse i troppo furbi
e i cretini di ogni età

Vedi caro amico cosa ti scrivo e ti dico
e come sono contento
di essere qui in questo momento
vedi, vedi, vedi, vedi
vedi caro amico cosa si deve inventare
per poterci ridere sopra
per continuare a sperare

E se quest'anno poi passasse in un istante
vedi amico mio
come diventa importante
che in questo istante ci sia anch'io

L'anno che sta arrivando tra un anno passerà
io mi sto preparando è questa la novità

Beautiful
Composer(s): Derek William Dick - Mark Kelly - Ian Mosley - Steve Rothery - Pete Trewavas
Performer(s): Marillion



Everybody knows we live in a world
Where they give bad names to beautiful things
Everybody knows we live in a world
Where we don't give beautiful things a second glance

Heaven only knows we live in a world
Where what we call beautiful is just something on sale
People laughing behind their hands
As the fragile and the sensitive are given no chance

And the leaves turn from red to brown
To be trodden down
To be trodden down
And the leaves turn from red to brown
Fall to the ground
Fall to the ground

We don't have to live in a world
Where we give bad names to beautiful things
We should live in a beautiful world
We should give beautiful a second chance

And the leaves fall from red to brown
To be trodden down
Trodden down
And the leaves turn green to red to brown
Fall to the ground
And get kicked around

You strong enough to be
Have you the courage to be
Have you the faith to be
Honest enough to stay
Don't have to be the same
Don't have to be this way
C'mon and sign your name
You wild enough to remain beautiful?
Beautiful

And the leaves turn from red to brown
To be trodden down
Trodden down
And we fall green to red to brown
Fall to the ground
But we can turn it around

You strong enough to be
Why don't you stand up and say
Give yourself a break
They'll laugh at you anyway
So why don't you stand up and be
Beautiful

Black, white, red, gold, and brown
We're stuck in this world
Nowhere to go
Turnin' around
What are you so afraid of?
Show us what you're made of
Be yourself and be beautiful
Beautiful

L'anniversaire
((Spanish Version: El Aniversario (Dalida))
Composer(s): P. Delanoë - R. Denoncin
Performer(s): Dalida



Le jour de l'an ça revient trop souvent
Je ne sais comment passe le temps
Le premier Mai à peine est-il fané
Qu'un nouveau brin de muguet renaît
Le quatorze juillet je l'avais oublié
Et voilà ses lampions rallumés
Et la toussaint qui revient comme un glas
Pour tout ceux qui ne reviendront pas

Un an
Encore l'anniversaire
D'un matin sans lumière
Où tu partis comme un oiseau
Un an
Un an de plus ma belle
Pour souffler tes chandelles
Et manger seule ton gâteau

Le jour de l'an ça revient trop souvent
Je ne sais comment passe le temps
Le jour de Pâques ça revient comme le jour
Le premier où l'on a fait l'amour
Et la Pentecôte c'était hier encore
Je découvrais la mer au Tréport
Et la toussaint la voilà qui revient
Avec un chrysanthème à la main

Un an
Encore l'anniversaire
D'un jour qui va me faire
Pleurer quand je devrais sourire
Un an
Un an de plus ma belle
Va souffler les chandelles
De tes souvenirs

Beaujolais Day
Composer(s): Derek William Dick; Mark Kelly; Ian Mosley; Steve Rothery; Pete Trewavas
Performer(s): Marillion



I went to Morrison's grave at Pere Lachaise cemetery
The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me 
to the steps inside of me

And what will you do if I got down on my knees to you
What will you do if I lied to your face
Could you still hold your dreams
Could you live in your silent face

So what would you do, would you walk right through me
Would you stand in the way like the others before
Get in the way
Would you drink to me next Beaujolais day

Tell me the truth, save a prayer for me
I would love to leave you but you would cry all night long
Eternal romantic, victory failed on Beaujolais day

I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasium
Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador
Through the jitterbug steps of the night before

Through the chalk white chill and the tear fandango
Heading away to the inner wrangle
Do we cry for a cell
Do we need for a sell

What would you do, would you cry for me
Could you set off, could we go gently?
Blame it away
Do you really want to head for the open door

Got to crack a bottle while you dream for me
Just an absent friend and a misery
Laying awake do we stay right there
'Till Beaujolais day

On Beaujolais day

So what will you do, would you lie to me?
Would you sit right back in a victory
Would you play for me
Could you die for me

So what would you do, would you walk right through me
Heading away saying it's just another victory
This is Beaujolais day

L'année De L'amour
Performer(s): Dave



Il y a eu une année pour l'enfance
Mais elle est loin, on n'en parle déjà plus
L'année d'la femme est passée
Et rien n'a changé
Personne n'a gagné ni perdu
Patrimoine, encore tout un programme
Pour essayer de nous faire oublier
Qu'un peu partout sur la terre
C'est l'année de la guerre

Mais quand l'année d'l'amour viendra
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'aimera cette année là
Plus d'violence, plus d'appels au combat
Plus d'gens qui lancent "bombe H ou bombe A"
Y aura plus d'ennemis
De la tendresse pour les jeunes et les vieux
Plus rien qui blesse, plus d'gens malheureux
Et partout des amis
Oui quand l'année d'l'amour viendra
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'aimera cette année là

L'aventure est au coin de la rue
Tout l'monde a peur, on s'méfie, on vit plus
En uniforme, en civil
Partout dans les villes
On traque, on matraque et on tue
Tous les ans, en Irlande ou ailleurs
On fait la trêve seulement pour quelques heures
Le temps d'croire au Père Noël
Et ça r'part de plus belle

Mais quand l'année d'l'amour viendra
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'aimera cette année là
Plus d'violence, plus d'appels au combat
Plus d'gens qui lancent "bombe H ou bombe A"
Y aura plus d'ennemis
De la tendresse pour les jeunes et les vieux
Plus rien qui blesse, plus d'gens malheureux
Et partout des amis
Oui quand l'année d'l'amour viendra
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'aimera cette année là

Plus d'violence, plus d'appels au combat
Plus d'gens qui lancent "bombe H ou bombe A"
Y aura plus d'ennemis
De la tendresse pour les jeunes et les vieux
Plus rien qui blesse, plus d'gens malheureux
Et partout des amis
Plus d'violence, plus d'appels au combat
Plus d'gens qui lancent "bombe H ou bombe A"
Y aura plus d'ennemis
De la tendresse pour les jeunes et les vieux
Plus rien qui blesse, plus d'gens malheureux
Et partout des amis
Oui quand l'année d'l'amour viendra
Qu'est-ce qu'on s'aimera cette année là

Beau, J's'rais Jamais Beau
Composer(s): Claude Barzotti
Performer(s): Claude Barzotti



Ce soir, je dois me décider, à la faire danser
Quand le slow va commencer, je dois être le premier
Qui osera l'inviter, lui dira des mots tout bête
Lui fera tourner la tête

Mais moi, j'ai peur qu'elle ne vienne pas
Qu'elle ne veuille pas de moi, peur qu'elle ne m'écoute pas
J'aimerais qu'elle me choisisse, qu'elle s'approche et me dise
Quelques tous petits mots, qui me font croire que je suis beau

Mais beau, je ne suis pas beau
Je me jette à l'eau et je me noie
Je coule à pic contre ses bras
Beau, j's'rais jamais beau
J'ai tellement envie de lui plaire
Lui faire la cour à ma manière
Slow

Et toi, arrête ce disco, balance-moi un slow
J'ai bu soudain j'me sens très beau
Vous dansez mademoiselle, désolé on m'appelle
Elle s'en va, elle est loin, je me suis saouler pour rien

Voilà, je me retrouve seul, encore et toujours seul
Et j'ai perdu tout espoir
Je ne suis qu'un amoureux
Déçu et malheureux, c'est raté cette fois
J'ai plus qu'à rentrer chez moi

Mais beau, je ne suis pas beau
Je me jette à l'eau et je me noie
Je coule à pic contre ses bras
Beau, j's'rais jamais beau
J'ai tellement envie de lui plaire
Lui faire la cour à ma manière

Mais beau, je ne suis pas beau
Je me jette à l'eau et je me noie
Je coule à pic contre ses bras
Beau, j's'rais jamais beau

Beau Saxo
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré



T'es comme un rossignol
À la voix d'goéland
Qui chante au music-hall
Qui fait danser les gens
T'es comme un baratin
Qui cause en mi bémol
T'es comme un' vieil' putain
Qui mont' qu'à l'entresol
Beau saxo
Beau saxo
T'es comme un arc-en-ciel
Sur l'harmonie du soir
T'es comme un maîtr' d'hôtel
Qui joue en blanc et noir
T'es comme un soprano
Qu'aurait vendu Callas
Et chant'rait comme un pot
Le prologue de Paillasse
Beau saxo
Beau saxo
T'es qu'un' chanson d'la nuit
Qui s'étire et qui rampe
Quand l'amour s'est blotti
Au fond d'un verr' de champ
T'es qu'un hautbois d'la grippe
Qu'a sa flûte en vitrine
Et quand tu fais la lippe
T'es l'violon d'Chaliapine
Beau saxo
Beau saxo
T'es comme un' maladie
Qu'on piqu'rait au boxon
Et qu'on gard' tout' la vie
Comme un' décoration
Vous êtes comm' les gitans
Vous les saxos, mes frères
Vous cavalez tout l'temps
Sur l'octave des misères
Beaux saxos
Beaux saxos ...

Beau James
Composer(s): Herbie Baker
Performer(s): Dean Martin



Beau James, Beau James, Beau James
He walked along Broadway
They called him Beau James
The city streets were his pals
The lights were his gals
His favorite flames
He wrote on the sidewalk in big white chalk
Jimmy Walker loves New York
Oh how that love affair
Lit up Times Square

He walked along Broadway and blew her a kiss
The many years have gone by
You still hear her sigh
No kiss was like this
And though the town fell out of love with him
And called him a few unkind names
Yet one will always remember, remain
Beau James, Beau James, Beau James

He walked along Broadway and blew her a kiss
The many years have gone by
You still hear her sigh
No kiss was like this
And though the town fell out of love with him
And called him a few unkind names
Yet one will always remember, remain
Beau James, Beau James, Beau James
Beau James, Beau James, Beau James

Beau Boeing Belle Caravell
Composer(s): Michel Jonasz
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



porte C porte C
beau bœing belle caravelle
gros jumbo
bi-moteur avion-taxi pour Bilbao
avant l'an 2027
en vieux coucou en 707
emm'nez-moi emm'nez-moi
chasseur planeur montgolfière
avion cargo
dans la soute sous une banquette
ou assise sur des cacahuètes
emm'nez-moi emm'nez-moi emm'nez-moi
j'veux entendre les haut-parleurs annoncer
on attend la passagère porte C
porte C porte C porte C porte C
bombardier à ailes delta
avion racé
Caracas Montevideo choisissez
Bourget Orly Charles de Gaulle
faire la queue près du contrôle
emm'nez-moi emm'nez-moi
supersonique dirigeable
mystère 20
avion citerne sale mirage
allons-y dans les nuages
emm'nez-moi emm'nez-moi emm'nez-moi
j'veux entendre les haut-parleurs annoncer
on attend la passagère porte C
porte C porte C porte C porte C
beau bœing belle caravelle
gros jumbo
avion citerne sale mirage
allons-y dans les nuages
emm'nez-moi emm'nez-moi emm'nez-moi
j'veux entendre les haut-parleurs annoncer
on attend la passagère porte C
j'veux entendre les haut-parleurs annoncer
on attend la passagère porte C
beau bœing belle caravelle gros jumbo
bi-moteur avion-taxi pour Bilbao
avant l'an 2027
en vieux coucou en 707
emm'nez-moi
j'veux entendre les haut-parleurs annoncer
emm'nez-moi
on attend la passagère porte C
emm'nez-moi

Beatriz
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists



Olha
Será que ela é moça
Será que ela é triste
Será que é o contrário
Será que é pintura
O rosto da atriz
Se ela dança no sétimo céu
Se ela acredita que é outro país
E se ela só decora o seu papel
E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida

Olha 
Será que é de louça
Será que é de éter
Será que é loucura
Será que é cenário
A casa da atriz
Se ela mora num arranha-céu
E se as paredes são feitas de giz
E se ela chora num quarto de hotel
E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida

Sim, me leva para sempre, Beatriz
Me ensina a não andar com os pés no chão
Para sempre é sempre por um triz
Ai, diz quantos desastres tem na minha mão
Diz se é perigoso a gente ser feliz

Olha 
Será que é uma estrela
Será que é mentira
Será que é comédia 
Será que é divina
A vida da atriz
Se ela um dia despencar do céu
E se os pagantes exigirem bis
E se um arcanjo passar o chapéu
E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida

Language Of Love
Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg



She says no 
When she means yes
And what she wants, you know that I can't guess
When we want more, you know we ask for less
Such is the language of love....

I say leave 
When I mean stay
But she don't see and so she moves away
What we really want, you know we rarely say
Such is the language of love

It's tooth for tooth & eye for eye
We hide our hearts & then we won't say why
It's truth for truth & lie for lie
Such is the language of love

One cries foul
And will not speak
The other claims a little victory
And all the time
You know we fail to see
This is the language of love

When a love begins to wander
No one ever knows
But we feel it deep inside us 
Long before it shows
Long before it shows

We hem & haw
We balk & bluff
Our words don't ever seem to say enough
But a simple smile 
A tender touch 
Speaks the true language of love

Beat Surrender
Composer(s): Paul Weller
Performer(s): The Jam



Beat surrender 
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender

All the things that I care about (are packed into one punch)
All the things that I'm not sure about (are sorted out at once)

And as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end
That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names

Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender

All the things that I shout about (but never act upon)
All the courage and the dreams that I have (but seem to wait so long)
My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide
The dignified don't even enter in the game

Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender

And if you feel there's no passion
No quality sensation
Seize the young determination
Show the fakers you ain't fooling
You'll see me come running
To the sound of your strumming

Fill my heart with joy and gladness
I've lived too long in shadows of sadness

My doubt is cast aside, watch phonies run to hide
The dignified don't even enter in the game

Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender

Längtan Till Italien
Composer(s): Birger Sjöberg
Performer(s): Bodil Heister



Jag längtar till Italien, till Italiens sköna land
där små citroner gula, de växa uppå strand
där näktergalar drilla
allt uti dalen stilla
och snäckorna så röda, de lysa uppå sand

Jag längtar till Italien, där palmerna de stå
så doftande och höga med gröna blader på
där gossen spelar luta
invid sin flickas ruta
när aftonstunden kommer med många stjärnor små

Jag drömmer om Italien vid skymning i vår bod
där kryddor sällsamt dofta bland lådor och bland lod
Jag ser i mina drömmer
de silvervita strömmar
med tusende gondoler uppå den klara flod

Jag tycker, att jag ser, hur i månens milda sken
jag vrickar fram gondolen på böljan, klar och ren
och hur i aktern sitter
beglänst att stjärnans glitter
en späd italienska med röst så ljus och len

Hon sjunger om Italien, om Italiens sköna land
där små citroner gula, de växa uppå strand
där näktergalar drilla
i dalen, mörk och stilla
när solen sjunker ner bak Vesuvius'es rand

Beat Me Daddy, Eight To The Bar
Composer(s): Don Raye - Hughie Prince - Eleanore Sheehy
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
and multiple other artists



In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
He can play piano any way that you like it
But the way he likes to play is eight to the bar
When he plays, it's a ball
He's the daddy of them all

The people gather around when he gets on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

A-plink, a-plank, a-plink plank, plink plank
A-plunkin' on the keys
A-riff, a-raff, a-riff raff, riff raff
A-riffin' out with ease
And when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

He plays a boogie, he plays eight to the bar
A boogie-woogie, that is the way he likes to play on his piano
And we all know
That when he plays he puts them all in a trance
The cats all holler "Hooray"
You'll hear them say, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
When he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler, "Beat me up Daddy, beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

The people gather around when he gets up on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm that he plays puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there ever bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

A-plink plink, a-plank plank, a-plink plank, plink plank
A-plunkin' on the keys
A-riff riff, a-raff raff, a-riff raff, riff raff
A-riffin' out with ease
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

L'ange Aux Yeux De Laser
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



Regardez-moi reconnaissez-moi
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Lucifer Gabriel on ne sait pas
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Comme les dieux j'ai votre destin
Dans le creux de mes mains
Dans la terreur je fais mon chemin
Je suis le mercenaire des dieux
Écartez-vous fuyez cachez-vous
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Je suis le bien le mal l'ange fou
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
J'ai à peine la terre sous les pieds
Que j'ai envie de tuer
Ceux qui pourraient en douter
Je suis le mercenaire des dieux

Les pyramides, les temples d'Angkor
Hiroshima, Sodome et Gomorrhe

Du pire au meilleur moi j'étais là
J'étais là

Vous habitez la planète bleue
La plus aimée des dieux
Et avec vous je suis heureux
Je suis le mercenaire des dieux

Regardez-moi reconnaissez-moi
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Lucifer Gabriel on ne sait pas
Je suis l'ange aux yeux de laser
Comme les dieux j'ai votre destin
Dans le creux de mes mains
Dans la terreur je fais mon chemin
Je suis le mercenaire des dieux

Beat It On Down The Line
Composer(s): Jesse Fuller
First release by: Jesse Fuller - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



Well this job I've got is just a little too hard
Running out of money, Lord, I need more pay
Gonna wake up in the morning Lord, gonna pack my bags
I'm gonna beat it on down the line

I'm goin' down the line, goin' down the line
Goin' down the line, goin' down the line
Goin' down the line, goin' down the line
Beat it on down the line

Yes I'll be waiting at the station Lord, when that train pulls on by
I'm going back where I belong
I'm going back to that same old used-to-be
Down in Joe Brown's coal mine

Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine
Down in Joe Brown's coal mine

Yeah, I'm goin' back to that shack way across that railroad track
Uh huh, that's where I think I belong
And that's where I'm gonna make my happy home

Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home
Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home
Happy home, happy home, happy home, happy home
That's where I'm gonna make my happy home

L'âne
Composer(s): Guy Thomas 
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Il est au milieu d'la route
Le stupide aliboron
Il est là qui nous écoute
Avec sa têt' de cochon
Il pouss'ra pas sa barbaque
Il est guère accommodant
Ah vraiment la tête à claques
Ah l'âne de Buridan

Il obstrue la voie publique
Avec son vieux char-à-bancs
Il comprend pas nos mimiques
Nos solides arguments
Il a rien dans la caboche
Le baudet récalcitrant
Il mérit'rait des taloches
Il est pas intelligent

Il aurait pu l'imbécile
Provoquer des accidents
Froisser nos automobiles
Déranger les occupants
Allons viens vite hue cocotte
Par ici t'auras du son
Il comprend pas la carotte
Il comprend pas le bâton

Surtout faut pas qu'on y touche
Il a des plaies sur la peau
Avec du sang pour les mouches
Du pus pour les asticots
Il manqu'rait plus qu'il s'affale
Ce serait pas rigolo
Le stupide onocéphale
Ah le maudit bourricot

Beat It ((aka Eat It ("Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1984))
Composer(s): Michael Jackson
First release by: Michael Jackson - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists



They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it

They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it

You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

L'âne
Composer(s): Guy Béart
Performer(s): Guy Béart



Sur tes pattes, je dévale
les sentiers dès le matin
Bougre d'âne, je suis âne
nous ne formons qu'un
car je trime dès l'aurore
et te fais trimer encore
au lieu de me prélasser
à l'ombre d'un figuier
Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie
dans les sentiers de la vie
je m'demande ...
si je vais à quatre pattes
et toi sur mes sabots, mon âne
Bougre, bougre de veinard?
La la la ...

Quand tu bouges les oreilles
l'abeille qui te surveille
s'envole de toi
et vient se poser sur mon nez
J'vois bien qu'elle m'prend pour ton frère
C'est pas ça qui m'désespère
mais de ne pas avoir les oreilles
longues comme toi
Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie
sous le soleil de midi
je m'demande ...
si l'abeille t'aime ou bien
si elle m'préfère à toi, mon âne
Bougre, bougre de veinard!
La la la ...

Quand tu chantes, quand tu clames
l'amour, la fin de ton âme
la montagne entière chante aussi hi han hi han
Ta voix n'est pas délectable
mais nous mangeons à la même table
et nos ventres creux résonnent de la même façon
Bougre qui m'tiens compagnie
sous les étoiles de la nuit
je m'demande ...
si la course au paradis
sera gagnée par toi ou moi
ou nous à la fois, mon âne
Bougre, bougre de veinard!
La la la ...

Beat Girl
Composer(s): John Barry
First performance/First release by: John Barry - 1959/1961
Covered by multiple other artists



She's nearly always here
Digs all the modern gear
Cool like a lager beer
Beat Girl
Tries anything for kicks
Lose her with the swinging hips
Makes with the pretty lips
Beat Girl
"That's the Beat girl feeding the coins into the jukebox
Long black stockings and no make-up
Big, big wheel setting up the coffee pot she makes
like she's not overly concerned about this extravagant attention
Keeps giving me the look like I'm supposed to rate this chick high or something"
Clouds on the chicken run
Goes but it ain't no fun
Not 'less you doin' a ton
Beat Girl
Drives in an old sedan
Tries all the way she can
Jives like the crazy man
Beat Girl