Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti Composer(s): Georges Brassens First release by: Georges Brassens - 1952 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - Il Cattivo Soggetto Pentito (by Beppe Chierici) 1985 - A Sinner Repents (by Graeme Allwright) 2004 - Il Mascalzone Pentito (by Nanni Svampa)
Elle avait la taill' faite au tour Les hanches pleines Et chassait l' mâle aux alentours De la Mad'leine... A sa façon d' me dir': "Mon rat Est-c' que j' te tente?" Je vis que j'avais affaire à Un' débutante...
L'avait l' don, c'est vrai, j'en conviens L'avait l' génie Mais sans technique, un don n'est rien Qu'un' sal' manie... Certes, on ne se fait pas putain Comme on s' fait nonne C'est du moins c' qu'on prêche, en latin À la Sorbonne...
Me sentant rempli de pitié Pour la donzelle J' lui enseignai, de son métier Les p'tit's ficelles... J' lui enseignai l' moyen d' bientôt Faire fortune En bougeant l'endroit où le dos R'ssemble à la lune...
Car, dans l'art de fair' le trottoir Je le confesse Le difficile est d' bien savoir Jouer des fesses... On n' tortill' pas son popotin D' la mêm' manière Pour un droguiste, un sacristain Un fonctionnaire...
Rapidement instruite par Mes bons offices Elle m'investit d'une part D' ses bénéfices... On s'aida mutuellement Comm' dit l' poète Ell' était l' corps, naturell'ment Puis moi la tête...
Un soir, à la suite de Manuvres douteuses Ell' tomba victim' d'une Maladie honteuses... Lors, en tout bien, toute amitié En fille probe Elle me passa la moitié De ses microbes...
Après des injections aiguës D'antiseptique J'abandonnai l' métier d' cocu Systématique... Elle eut beau pousser des sanglots Braire à tu'-tête Comme je n'étais qu'un salaud J' me fis honnête...
Sitôt privé' de ma tutell' Ma pauvre amie Courrut essuyer du bordel Les infamies... Paraît qu'ell' s' vend même à des flics Quell' décadence! Y a plus d' moralité publiqu' Dans notre France...
Birds Of A Feather Composer(s): Joe South Paul Revere & the Raiders
I remember back a long time ago in the days of my childhood In the evening when the sun was sinking low walking in the wildwood Skippin' and flippin' through the flowers we'd go hand in hand Looking back on all the happy hours anyone could understand
(chorus) you and me, babe Sure 'nuff got to be, babe birds of a feather We should be together like birds of a feather Got to be together like birds of a feather
You and I didn't have a lot of friends didn't have too much to say So they never would let us join in all the games they used to play Seems like it was only yesterday down at Lincoln Junior High I remember what the kids used to say as we'd go strolling by
(chorus)
Time goes rolling by They say that you and I must go our separate ways But birds of a feather will always be together
Your folks didn't want me hanging 'round Said that I was bad for you So we'd meet on the other side of town down a long dark avenue But they can't keep the two of us apart as long as you really love me I got a feeling way down in my heart that's the way it's gonna be
Il Cattivo Soggetto Pentito ((aka Il Mascalzone Pentito (by Nanni Svampa) - 2004)) ((Adapted from: Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti (by Georges Brassens - 1952)) ((English Version: A Sinner Repents (by Graeme Allwright) - 1985)) Composer(s): Georges Brassens - Beppe Chierici Performer(s): Beppe Chierici - 1969
Il cattivo soggetto pentito Aveva la vita fatta a giro le anche piene e cacciava il maschio nei dintorni della Madeleine... Dal suo modo di dirmi: "Topino mio Ti tento?" vidi che avevo a che fare con una debuttante... L'aveva il dono, è vero, ne convengo l'aveva il talento ma senza tecnica, un dono non è niente altro che una dannata mania... Certo, non ci si fa puttane come ci si fa suore perlomeno è questo che si predica, in latino alla Sorbona... Sentendomi pieno di pietà per la donzella le insegnai del suo mestiere i piccoli trucchi Le insegnai il modo di fare presto fortuna muovendo il posto dove la schiena somiglia alla luna perché, nell'arte di fare il marciapiede lo confesso il difficile è sapere bene giocare di chiappe... Non si dimena il culetto nella stessa maniera per un droghiere, un sagrestano un funzionario... Rapidamente istruita dai miei buoni uffici mi investì di una parte dei suoi benefici... Ci si aiutava mutualmente come dice il poeta lei era il corpo, naturalmente e io la testa... Una sera, in seguito a manovre dubbie cadde vittima di una malattia vergognosa... Allora, in tutto bene, in tutta amicizia da ragazza onesta mi passò la metà dei suoi microbi... Dopo iniezioni aguzze d'antisettico abbandonai il mestiere di cornuto sistematico... Lei ebbe un bel singhiozzare berciare a tutta forza siccome non ero altro che uno stronzo mi feci onesto... Non appena privata della mia tutela la mia povera amica corse a subire del bordello le infamie... Sembra che si venda perfino agli sbirri Che decadenza...! Non c'è più moralita pubblica nella nostra Francia...
Birds Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin Performer(s): Elton John
There's some things I don't have now Some things I don't talk about These things are between myself and I In my thick skull the joker hides
There's consequences I'm scared to taste Cold hard truths I can't face These days are different than the past Reflections change in the looking glass
And everywhere I look there's something to learn A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn A hatful of quarters and a naked song Don't answer the question of where we belong
How come birds Don't fall from the sky when they die? How come birds Always look for a quiet place to hide These words Can't explain what I feel inside? Like birds I need a quiet place to hide
These independent moves I make This confidence I try to fake You can hear the beating of my heart But not a feather falling in the dark
And everything I hear never makes any sense Another old prophet perched on the fence A cupful of pencils and a self help guru Don't answer the question of what I am to you
How come birds Don't fall from the sky when they die? How come birds Always look for a quiet place to hide These words Can't explain what I feel inside? Like birds I need a quiet place to hide
How come birds Don't fall from the sky when they die? How come birds Always look for a quiet place to hide These words Can't explain what I feel inside? Like birds I need a quiet place to hide
Le Mauvais Matelot Composer(s): Pierre Dreyfus - Raymond Asso Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Dans le port de Marseille Y a un joli bateau Dans le port de Marseille Y a un joli bateau Dans l'vent, sur l'eau Dans la cale du navire Loin du ciel, tout au fond Dans la cale du navire Y a un mauvais garçon Oh oh oh tout près de l'eau oh oh La fille du capitaine Est descendue le voir La fille du capitaine Est descendue le voir "Comme il fait noir Mon cur a de la peine Dis-moi joli garçon Pourquoi, chargé de chaînes Es-tu là, tout au fond? Oh oh oh si près de l'eau oh oh oh" Je suis fils de la terre Mon père est laboureur Je suis fils de la terre Et la mer me fait peur Oh oh oui bien peur Je suis dans la Marine Sans l'avoir demandé Je suis dans la Marine Et ne sais pas nager Oh oh oh j'ai peur de l'eau oh oh Je veux revoir ma mère Et les beaux champs de blé Je veux revoir ma mère Et les beaux champs de blé Blonds et dorés Faites tomber mes chaînes Je vous épouserai Faites tomber mes chaînes Je vous emmènerai Oh oh oh bien loin de l'eau oh oh Dans la cale du navire Le capitaine en pleurs Dans la cale du navire Le capitaine en pleurs Oh quel malheur! Il m'a volé ma fille M'a déchiré le cur Il m'a volé ma fille Et volé mon honneur Oh oh oh, vilain matelot oh oh Dans le port de Marseille Y a un joli bateau Dans le port de Marseille Y a un joli bateau Dansant sur l'eau Y a plus de capitaine Le capitaine est mort Trop grande fut sa peine A sauté par-dessus bord Oh oh il dort dans l'eau oh oh
Birdland Composer(s): Joe Zawinul Originally performed by: Weather Report Covered by various other artists
Five thousand light years from Birdland But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long gone up-tight years from Birdland And I'm still teachin' it with 'em
Years from the land of the bird And I'm still feeling the spirit Five thousand light years from Birdland But I know people can hear it
bird named it, bird made it, bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland, it happened down in Birdland
In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-second street
Everybody heard that word That they named it after Bird
Where the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the world
And the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compare
Birdland - I'm singing Birdland
Birdland
Birdland - Ol' swingin' Birdland
Hey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me on
Down them stairs, lose them cares where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, Max would look where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too there Down in Birdland Baise blew, Blakey too where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall there Down in Birdland Yeah ----
There may never be nothin' such as that No More - No More Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!
How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah --- that club was like - In another world, sure enough - Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady loookin on Then Bird - he came 'n spread the word - Birdland
Yes, indeed he did Yes, indeed he did Yes, indeed he did
Yes he did, Parker played at Birdland
Yes, he really did Yes, indeed he really did Yes, he really did
Told the truth way down in Birdland Yes, indeed, he did, Charlie Parker played in Birdland
Yes indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in Birdland
bird named it, bird made it, bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland, it happened down in Birdland
Everybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stop
Down them stairs, lose them cares where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, Max would look where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too there Down in Birdland Baise blew, Blakey too where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall there Down in Birdland
Down them stairs, lose them cares where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, Max would look where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too there Down in Birdland Baise blew, Blakey too where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall there Down in Birdland
Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares - gits it!
Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! Whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your dues,
What can you lose?
Just your blues!
So lose them!
The band swingin' one and all and what a ball Yeah!
Music is good, music is better than good, pretty good Very nice - Really very good, things are bein' like they should very good - very good - very good
All y' gotta do it lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything - diggin all the music
What a ball!
How y' gonna figure out A way to bring it all about amid a Lot of other music on the set and on the scene Know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta sound - a lotta soun'
Le Mauvais Larron Composer(s): Georges Moustaki - Luc Romann - Maurice Fanon - N. Delarc Performer(s): Pia Colombo
J'aurais pu être celui-là Qui t'a vu mourir sous la croix Un de tes derniers compagnons Le mauvais larron Bien sûr, j'ai mérité la corde Plutôt que la miséricorde Je suis du gibier des prisons Le mauvais larron - mauvais larron - mauvais larron
Bref, j'étais capable de tout à part de tendre l'autre joue Je n'ai pas demandé pardon D'être un larron J'ai pris ce que je pouvais prendre Les coups, l'argent, les filles tendres Elles trouvaient bien assez bon Le mauvais larron - mauvais larron - mauvais larron
Aujourd'hui je suis comme toi Quand tu n'avais dessus ta croix Pour ultime fréquentation Que les deux larrons Je n'ai plus rien qui me console Peut-être, en guise d'auréole On verra briller sur mon front Le mauvais larron - mauvais larron - mauvais larron
C'était peut-être un vendredi Qu'il est allé au paradis Par le chemin de la Passion Des mauvais larrons Abandonné entre deux mondes Jusqu'à sa dernière seconde Ainsi chantait de sa prison Le mauvais larron - mauvais larron - mauvais larron
Birdland Composer(s): Lenny Kaye; Ivan Kral; Patti Smith; Richard Sohl Performer(s): Patti Smith
His father died and left him a little farm in New England All the long black funeral cars left the scene And the boy was just standing there alone Looking at the shiny red tractor Him and his daddy used to sit inside And circle the blue fields and grease the night It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars 'Cause when he looked up they started to slip Then he put his head in the crux of his arm And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it And saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of light He saw his daddy 'hind the control board And he was very different tonight 'Cause he was not human, he was not human
And then the little boy's face lit up with such naked joy That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns, White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out No, daddy, don't leave me here alone Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it Where you're not human, you are not human
But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm Nobody there 'cept for the birds around the New England farm And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered And they were like compass grass coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not human
I am helium raven and this movie is mine So he cried out as he stretched the sky Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation? We'll just be dreaming of animation night and day And won't let up, won't let up and I see them coming in Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear 'em now It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them And he put up his hands and he said, It's me, it's me I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up I'm helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up Don't leave me here! The son, the sign, the cross Like the shape of a tortured woman, the true shape of a tortured woman The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons No longer presidents but prophets They're all dreaming they're gonna bear the prophet He's gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation It's all gonna split his skull It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up Like light, like Mohammed Boxer Take them up up up up up up Oh, let's go up, up, take me up, I'll go up I'm going up, I'm going up Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up Up, up to the belly of a ship Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it Where we are not human, we're not human
Well, there was sand, there were tiles The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated Like a river of glass When it hardened he looked at the surface He saw his face And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals Where there were eyes there were just two white opals And he looked up and the rays shot And he saw raven comin' in And he crawled on his back and he went up Up up up up up up Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way Sha da do wop, da shaman do way We like birdland
Ce jour là dans ce vieux bistro Au bout du monde de mes souvenirs J'avais bu un peu plus qu'il faut Ça me faisait mal de réfléchir J'étais rond j'en avais le droit Elle me quittait à tout jamais Depuis on me montre du doigt Encore un peu on me pendait Le mauvais garçon, le mauvais garçon Mon Dieu quelle façon, quel polisson
Ce fameux jour où j'ai osé M'endimancher un jour de semaine Les commères se sont demandées Pourquoi je me donnais cette peine Et quand le soir je suis passé En tenant poupée par la main Les commères se sont alarmées Comme si j'avais volé leur pain Le mauvais garçon, le mauvais garçon Mon Dieu quelle façon, quel polisson
Déterrons la langue de guerre Réunissons le comité Mettons chauffer les cafetières Excitons la curiosité Bien que mon quartier Soit des plus beaux Je vais le quitter je le crains J'entends plus le chant des oiseaux Car elles bourdonnent dès le matin Le mauvais garçon, le mauvais garçon Mon Dieu quelle façon, quel polisson
Birdland Composer(s): Huey "Piano" Smith; Vincent Performer(s): Chubby Checker
Who likes Birdland [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] Oh Yeah [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland]
Yeah come on baby and fly with me Just as easy as a ABC It's got the rythmn and the rock and roll A little cha cha gonna move my soul
[We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland]
Yeah come on baby and we're gonna swing Come on and show me how you sake that thing Look at Susie who lives next door She can shake it but she shake it more
[We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland]
Now fly whoo, fly whoo, fly By jove I think she's got it [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] Come on baby [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] Birdland Susie [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] Do it sis [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] Easy baby [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] Momma Momma let's Birdland now Sly, fly, ar right, I'm satisfied Momma Momma Birdland now
I like Birdland You like Birdland He likes Birdland She likes Birdland We like Birdland
J'ai roulé ma bosse Sur tous les chemins Quand un jour la chance M'a fait trouver enfin Un marteau d'or Un marteau d'or
Il brillait comme un' couronne Sous le soleil de midi Que le Bon Dieu me pardonne Il venait du paradis Ce marteau d'or Ce marteau d'or
Je vois ma vie qui s'transforme Et j'y prends goût à nouveau Tous mes rêves prennent forme Grâce à ce sacré marteau Ce marteau d'or Ce marteau d'or
Tout à coup voici un homme Un fusil entre ses mains Il me dit: "Il y a maldonne C'est à moi qu'il appartient Ce marteau d'or Ce marteau d'or
O, mon Dieu, il faut comprendre Le ciel en était témoin J'voulais seulement me défendre Mais je serrais dans mes poings Ce marteau d'or Ce marteau d'or
Il tomba sans connaissance Avant d'ajouter un mot Mais au milieu du silence J'entendis comme un écho Ce marteau d'or Ce marteau d'or
C'est à qui perd gagne Que j'ai joué mon sort J'ai perdu mon âme Car un homme est mort Pour un marteau d'or
Le Mari De Mama Composer(s): Peter Koelewijn Performer(s): Sheila
Le mari de mama, le mari d'mama Quand sa femme n'est pas là Ne s'ennuie pas Le mari de mama
Il fredonne "cigarettes, whisky et p'tites pépées" Fait le ménage en revenant du marché Lave la vaisselle, cire les parquets Sans même déjeuner Pour aider mama Qui préfère aller au cinéma
Le mari de mama, le mari d'mama Quand sa femme n'est pas là Ne s'ennuie pas Le mari de mama
Som meilleur ami qui d'ailleurs ne s'en cache pas Est depuis toujours amoureux fou de mama Mais il sait qu'il ne faut jamais La serrer de près Quand on parle de mama Alors là le mari ne plaisante pas
Le mari de mama, le mari d'mama Quand on parle de sa femme Ne plaisante pas Le mari de mama
Le mari de mama, le mari d'mama Quand sa femme n'est pas là Ne s'ennuie pas Le mari de mama
Le mari de mama, le mari d'mama Quand on parle de sa femme Ne plaisante pas Le mari de mama ....
Bird Song Composer(s): Les Chappell; Lene Lovich Performer(s): Lene Lovich
A little bird told me, you were untrue... Even though, I had, faith in you... I believe, the liars words Oh the same...little bird
So with the bird, one day, you flew away I woke up, to late, you had gone Fading on....with this song Of the hurting little bird Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Still I watch the sky Still I wonder why Still I hope that I... Can carry on... If I cant be strong If you hear my song You'll know that it was wrong, to say good bye..
Such a cold bird, so hard, captured your heart Does it matter, I am, falling apart Breaking fast, as the flesh Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh Of the dead little bird
Still I watch the sky Still I wonder why Still I hope that I... Can carry on... If I cant be strong If you hear my song You'll know that it was wrong, to say good bye..
Still I watch the sky Still I wonder why Still I hope that I... Can carry on... If I cant be strong If you hear my song You'll know that it was wrong, to say good bye..
Le Marché Aux Puces Composer(s): Joe Dassin Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Je l'ai croisée un jour près du marché aux puces Où je me faisais un saut, histoire de me fringuer Un gramophone jouait de fausses chansons russes Sur un rouleau grinçant comme un portail rouillé
Elle n'avait l'air de rien, elle n'était pas grand-chose Et pourtant sans savoir pourquoi je l'ai suivie Tu hésites un moment, tu n'oses pas puis tu oses Un moment de culot va bouleverser ta vie
Porte de Clignancourt, un café sous la flotte Elle s'était acheté du tabac à rouler J'n'ai su que plus tard que c'était sa marotte On se défoule quand on peut se défouler
Elle n'avait l'air de rien, elle n'était pas grand-chose Voulez-vous prendre un verre, un pastis, deux alors? Souvent les grands méfaits ont de petites causes On a pris l'apéro, le repas dure encore, et encore, et encore
Depuis, de temps en temps on reprend l'autobus Le cent-soixante-six, direction Clignancourt Et on va faire un tour dans ce marché aux puces Où j'm'en veux tellement d'être allé faire un tour
Elle n'a plus l'air de rien, moi je n'suis pas grand-chose L'habitude nous sert de ciment quotidien Notre lit n'est qu'un lieu où nos corps se reposent On est presque content de partir le matin
Notre lit n'est qu'un lieu où nos corps se reposent On est presque content de partir le matin Et nos vies se sont faites à leur métamorphose Elles n'étaient pas grand-chose, elles n'ont plus l'air de rien
Bird On The Wire Titles In Other Languages: Fugl På En Snor; Vivre Tout Seul; Vogel Im Wind; Come Un Uccello Su Un Ramo Composer(s): Leonard Cohen Originally performed by: Judy Collins Covered by various other artists
Like a bird on the wire like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee If I, if I have been unkind I hope that you can just let it go by If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you
Like a baby, stillborn like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch he said to me, "You must not ask for so much" And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh like a bird on the wire like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free
Le Marchand De Ballons Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Ballons! Ballons! Ballons! Voulez-vous des ballons?
Quand l'automne bat sur les portes Moi je suis le marchand d'oiseaux J'ai des oiseaux de toutes sortes Que je ne vends qu'aux gens comme il faut Que je ne vends qu'aux gens comme il faut
Mais j'attends avec impatience Que revienne l'été aux chansons Puisque l'été c'est les vacances Et que je suis marchand de ballons Et que je suis marchand de ballons
Faut m'voir Ballons! Ballons!
J'en ai des verts des bleus des rouges Et dans les airs parbleu ils bougent Dans les yeux éblouis des gamins J'en ai des roses et des pervenches Qui resplendissent le dimanche Sur les va-et-vient des jardins
Ce n'est pas que ça me rapporte De quoi construire ma maison Mais j'ai des joies de toutes sortes À être marchand de ballons À être marchand de ballons
Et ces ballons qui font des bonds Sont prisonniers d'un fil D'un fil subtil Mais assez long à cause des plafonds
Bird On The Beach Composer(s): Eric Burdon; Canter; Dietz; Gartig; Kravetz; Noya; Ray Passman Performer(s): Eric Burdon
'Stood with my kid on the lonely windswept beach The winter sun was on the horizon And we were both out of reach She ran ahead of me looking for the next surprise Our souls were wet, yes Lord From the incoming tide
She stopped and turned and looked at me Lord, tears in her eyes It's only a dead bird And its soul has gone to the sky, yeah, yeah
Don't you know he's free Not like you and me That bird is free Not like you and me
I never ever thought you would be so out of reach And the lonely times have been like poison, child I wish I could practise what I preach
Then I can release these feelings that I've been Holding deep inside I been missing you so much, baby We only hear, there can be time By then you will have forgotten The little dead bird on the beach But please don't forget your father, child Because he's out of reach
I got a dream, baby And my dream is To be free Freedom for you and me I'm talking about freedom Freedom for you and me
You hear my music in the wind Heartbeat like the rolling tide One thing you can be sure of my love Wherever you go, I'll hold your love inside
And I told her, look baby Even if he was living And you could hold him in your hands You'd still have to open up one of these days And let that bird fly, free
She stopped and turned and looked at me, Lord, with tears in her eyes It's only a dead bird and its soul has gone to the sky Don't you know he's free Freedom for you and me I'm talking about freedom, freedom Freedom for you and me To be free It's all I need baby It's all I dream about baby To be free
