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  • 18-06-2006
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Le Meilleur De Soi-Même
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    Le Meilleur De Soi-Même
    Performer(s): France Gall



    La première fois
    On ne se retient pas
    On donne le meilleur de soi-même
    Qu'est-ce que ça peut faire
    Si ça dure ou pas
    On donne le meilleur de soi-même
    Et on ne s'avoue même pas qu'on l'aime

    Et j'ai pleuré pour des bêtises
    J'ai aimé pour moins que rien comme vous
    Et j'ai voulu faire mes valises
    J'ai veillé jusqu'au matin comme vous
    Comme vous

    La première fois
    On n'y pense même pas
    On donne le meilleur de soi-même
    Qu'on y laisse sa vie
    Ou bien plus que ça
    On donne le meilleur de soi-même
    Et il ne sait même pas qu'on l'aime

    Et j'ai pleuré pour des bêtises
    J'ai aimé pour moins que rien comme vous
    Et j'ai voulu faire mes valises
    J'en rêvais jusqu'au matin comme vous
    Comme vous

    Après c'est des souvenirs
    Qui vous ferait venir
    Des larmes dans les yeux
    Après ça vous fait sourire
    Juste d'y penser un peu
    Mais je l'aimais
    Comme je l'aimais

    Et j'ai pleuré pour des bêtises
    J'ai aimé pour moins que rien comme vous
    Et j'ai voulu faire mes valises
    J'ai veillé jusqu'au matin comme vous
    Comme vous



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    Birmingham
    Composer(s): Randy Newman
    Performer(s): Randy Newman; The Del McCoury Band



    Earn my livin' with my hand
    I'm a roller in a steel mill
    In downtown Birmingham

    My daddy was a barber
    And a most unsightly man
    He was born in Tuscaloosa
    But he died right here in Birmingham

    Chorus

    Birmingham Birmingham
    The greatest city in Alabam'
    You can travel 'cross this entire land
    But there's no place like Birmingham

    Got a wife named Mary
    But she's called Marie
    We live in a three room house
    With a pepper tree
    And I work all day in the factory
    That's alright with me

    Got a big black dog
    And his name is Dan
    Who lives in my backyard in Birmingham
    He is the meanest dog in Alabam'
    Get 'em Dan

    Chorus



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    17-06-2006
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Le Mécréant
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    Le Mécréant
    ((Italian Version: Il Miscredente (Nanni Svampa) - 2004))
    Composer(s): Georges Brassens
    First release by: Georges Brassens - 1960



    Est-il en notre temps rien de plus odieux
    De plus désespérant, que de n'pas croire en Dieu?

    J'voudrais avoir la foi, la foi d'mon charbonnier
    Qui est heureux comme un pape et con comme un panier

    Mon voisin du dessus, un certain Blais' Pascal
    M'a gentiment donné ce conseil amical

    "Mettez-vous à genoux, priez et implorez
    Faites semblant de croire, et bientôt vous croirez"

    J'me mis à débiter, les rotules à terr'
    Tous les Ave Maria, tous les Pater Noster

    Dans les rues, les cafés, les trains, les autobus
    Tous les de profundis, tous les morpionibus

    Sur ces entrefait's-là, trouvant dans les orties
    Un' soutane à ma taill', je m'en suis travesti

    Et, tonsuré de frais, ma guitare à la main
    Vers la foi salvatric' je me mis en chemin

    J'tombai sur un boisseau d'punais's de sacristie
    Me prenant pour un autre, en chœur, elles m'ont dit

    "Mon pèr', chantez-nous donc quelque refrain sacré
    Quelque sainte chanson dont vous avez l'secret"

    Grattant avec ferveur les cordes sous mes doigts
    J'entonnai "le Gorille" avec "Putain de toi"

    Criant à l'imposteur, au traître, au papelard
    Ell's veul'nt me fair' subir le supplic' d'Abélard

    Je vais grossir les rangs des muets du sérail
    Les bell's ne viendront plus se pendre à mon poitrail

    Grâce à ma voix coupée j'aurai la plac' de choix
    Au milieu des petits chanteurs à la croix d'bois

    Attirée par le bruit, un' dam' de Charité
    Leur dit: "Que faites-vous? Malheureus's arrêtez

    Y a tant d'homm's aujourd'hui qui ont un penchant pervers
    À prendre obstinément Cupidon à l'envers

    Tant d'hommes dépourvus de leurs virils appas
    À ceux qu'en ont encor' ne les enlevons pas"

    Ces arguments massue firent un' grosse impression
    On me laissa partir avec des ovations

    Mais, su'l'chemin du ciel, je n'ferai plus un pas
    La foi viendra d'ell'-même ou ell' ne viendra pas

    Je n'ai jamais tué, jamais violé non plus
    Y a déjà quelque temps que je ne vole plus

    Si l'Eternel existe, en fin de compte, il voit
    Qu'je m'conduis guèr' plus mal que si j'avais la foi



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    Birds Of St. Marks
    Composer(s): Jackson Browne
    Performer(s): Jackson Browne



    Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying

    A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing
    If she could see her mirror now
    She would be free of those who bow and
    Scrape the ground before her feet

    Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses
    Watches as each moment goes that never really know us
    And so it seems she doesn't care
    If she has dreams of no one there
    Within the shadows of her room

    But all my frozen words agree, and say it's time to
    Call back, all the birds I sent to
    Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm
    Weary of the nights I've seen
    Inside these empty halls

    Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets
    And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets
    Maybe we've found what we have lost
    When we've unwound so many crossed entangling
    Misunderstandings; but

    All my frozen words agree and say it's time to
    Call back all the birds I sent to
    Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm
    Weary of the nights I've seen
    Inside these empty walls



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    16-06-2006
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Il Miscredente
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    Il Miscredente
    ((Adapted from: Le Mécréant (Georges Brassens) - 1960))
    Composer(s): Georges Brassens - Nanni Svampa
    Performer(s): Nanni Svampa - 2004



    Dicono che oggigiorno, e me lo dico anch'io
    niente è più scandaloso di non credere in dio

    Mi piacerebbe proprio essere come te
    felice come un papa e pirla come un re

    Un mio dirimpettaio, un certo Blaise Pascal
    mi ha dato dei consigli per incominciar

    "Mettiti giù in gionocchio, implora, prega e vai
    se fingerai di creder presto crederai"

    Allora sai che ho fatto? Ho scelto il mio calvario
    mattina, giorno e sera in giro col rosario

    Intanto tra le ortiche vedo spuntare un saio
    proprio della mia taglia! Me lo infilo e "ciao"

    Chitarra sulle spalle, capello ben rasato
    verso la mia salvezza eccomi lanciato

    Ma dopo due passi incontro sei bigotte
    che tutte emozionate quasi fanno a botte

    Per dirmi "Reverendo, ci canti qualche cosa
    di veramente sacro cui la fede è sposa!"

    Grattando con fervore le corde con le dita
    prima canto "Il gorilla" e poi "Donne di vita"

    Gridando "All'impostore" "Al vile" ed "Al bastardo"
    voglion tagliarmi i cosi come ad Abelardo

    Mi toccherà, chissà, andare nel Kuwait
    ad ingrossar le fila degli eunuchi in "tait"

    Oppure tra i cantori, con voce bianca anch'io
    potrò cantar sereno le mie lodi a dio

    Sentendo quel baccano ecco arrivare là
    per mia fortuna una dama di carità

    "E' pieno di figheta di rammolliti e gay
    salviamo chi ha i coglioni se no sono guai"

    Così m'han liberato convinte più che mai
    poi m'hanno applaudito e m'hanno detto "Vai!"

    Per conquistare il cielo non alzerò una suola
    se vuol venir la fede, venga, ma da sola

    Non ho ammazzato mai, neppure ho violentato
    e da due anni circa non ho più scippato

    E se l'eterno esiste, vede che in fondo anch'io
    non mi comporto peggio di chi ha fede in dio



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Birds Of Paradise
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    Birds Of Paradise
    Composer(s): Chrissie Hynde
    Performer(s): Pretenders



    Who are you
    who am I? Is it real
    do we touch the sky?
    Nothing's real - all disguise
    said the birds of paradise
    I'm afraid
    can't you see
    tell me where do you carry me
    You will soon realize
    said the birds of paradise
    Flying home
    flying home to the land that
    you once have known

    To the peace that once was
    true for a little girl
    like you
    Flying home
    flying home from a world
    that is made of stone
    Till your heart is light
    and free like it once was
    meant to be
    How can I go ahead when my
    eyes are becoming wet?
    Save your tears - dry your eyes
    said the birds of paradise
    But the times passing by
    say how long do we have to fly?
    Moon will set, sun will rise
    said the birds of paradise
    Flying home
    flying home to the land that
    you once have known

    Flying home
    flying home from a world
    that is made of stone
    Till your heart is light
    and free like it once was
    meant to be
    Hear the sound
    see the light
    now I know that our way was right
    Morning sun can make you wise
    said the birds of paradise
    Birds of paradise



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    15-06-2006
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti
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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
    Manœuvres 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...



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    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

    (chorus)



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    14-06-2006
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Il Cattivo Soggetto Pentito
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    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...



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    Birds
    Italian Title: Noi Soli
    Composer(s): Neil Young
    Originally performed by: Neil Young
    Covered by various other artists



    Lover, there will be another one
    To hover over you beneath the sun
    Tomorrow see the things that never come today

    When you see me fly away without you
    Shadow on the things you know
    Feathers fall around you
    And show you the way to go
    It's over
    It's over

    Nestle in your wings my little one
    A special morning brings another sun
    Tomorrow see the things that never come today

    When you see me fly away without you
    Shadow on the things you know
    Feathers fall around you and show you the way to go
    It's over
    It's over



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    13-06-2006
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    Le Mauvais Rêve
    Composer(s): Georges Aber - Micky Jones
    Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



    Moi j'ai fais un mauvais rêve
    Avec la nuit qui s'achève
    Marchant dans la ville inerte
    J'allais dans les rues désertes

    Mon cœur bat si fort
    Que j'en tremble encore
    J'étais seul parmi les morts

    Des passants au regard vide
    Au teint de plâtre livide
    Pétrifiés semblaient attendre
    Et soudain on vit descendre

    La nuit en plein jour
    Du ciel un discours
    Les gens criaient au secours

    Moi j'ai fais un mauvais rêve
    Avec la nuit qui s'achève
    Les murs tombaient en poussière
    Et j'ai dis une prière

    Et dans le néant
    Sans amour vraiment
    Je marchais éternellement

    Eternellement
    Je marchais éternellement
    Dans leur néant
    Toujours plus loin
    Sans amour
    Ce n'est qu'un rêve
    Un mauvais rêve
    Un mauvais rêve



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    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



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    12-06-2006
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Le Mauvais Matelot
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    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 cœur 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 cœur
    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



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    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'



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    11-06-2006
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    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



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    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



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    Mauvais Garçon
    Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo



    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



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    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

    [Group singing / rest Chubby Checker]



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    Le Marteau D'or
    Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



    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



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    Birdcall Morning
    Composer(s): Joe Walsh
    Performer(s): Joe Walsh



    Early birdcall morning
    In a milkweed cloudy sky
    Sets me free, without a warning
    Wonder why

    And if my eyes aren't open
    And if I'm too blind to see
    Would you show me birdcall morning
    Set me free

    And if you don't want to
    I do, you know I do
    Sing the song, sing along
    It don't matter if you know the tune
    That's the way it goes

    I don't know, she makes me think I do
    Comin' in, she comes again
    She breaks ice, but she don't fall through
    To the birdcall morning

    And then the storm is upon me
    And my ship is blown to sea
    Would you show me birdcall morning?
    Set me free, set me free



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