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Che Bella Gente ((aka Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete) - 2002))
((Adapted from: Ces Gens-Là (Jacques Brel) - 1966))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Herbert Pagani
Performer(s): Giorgio Gaber - 1971
Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - Dat Soort Volk (Liesbeth List)
1970 - Dit Slag Volk (Herman van Veen)
2001 - People Such As These (The Walkabouts)
Sì avvocato, lei mi parla così della provincia perché non li conosce Lei non sa mica come è fatta questa gente qua Lo vede quello là, sì quello col testone
lui che a questora qua non sa già più il suo nome un nome rispettato, la casa sulla piazza mai che abbia lavorato, arriva qui ogni sera e inchioda il suo sedere davanti a un tavolino e affoga nel barbera Poi quando vien mattino te lo ritrovi dove? Ma in chiesa sissignore, dritto come una scopa con locchio daffogato va far la comunione per smaltire il vino
Mi creda avvocato che quel verme lì non pensa mica sa? No! Prega!
E poi cè il fratellino, un "temperapennini" ragioniere al catasto, incassa bustarelle distribuisce inchini, peggio dun dente guasto pensi che sè sposato con una mezza gobba solo perché ha la dote, ma non gli basta mai Col suo bel cappellino, col suo bel cappottino col suo bel "seicentino" fa pure lo strozzino! Non manca una funzione, deve tenere docchio sessanta debitori che lui tiene in ginocchio
Mi creda avvocato che quel fetente là non prega mica sa? Frega!
E poi ci sono gli altri, la madre sempre muta che macina golfini e il padre possidente che è morto scivolando sul pavimento a cera Da una cornice nera come da una finestra osserva tutto il gregge che mangia la minestra e senti fare Chhiu-Chhiu, e senti fare Chhiu-Chhiu E poi cè la bisnonna che trema ma non muore le contano le ore e invocano il momento di chiudere la bara e aprire il testamento
Mi creda avvocato ai funerali di quella gente lì mica si canta sa? No, ah, ah, no! Si conta!
E poi, e poi, e poi cè Margherita che è bella come il sole e lei non ha idea del bene che mi vuole se ne ama addirittura una casa nostra è piena di finestre e quasi niente mura e dentro solo noi a ridere di gioia la cosa è già sicura, solo che cè una noia la sua famiglia è contro,la sua famiglia è contro
Ce lhanno su con me, mi danno del pezzente mi danno del barbone, e già per quella gente è meglio un delinquente ma con la posizione e anche se la figlia sembra differente è nata ed è cresciuta in quel ambiente
Da un mese a questa parte la tengono al guinzaglio e quando ci incontriamo gli occhi di lei mi fissano e sembra che mi dica che un giorno fuggirà che mi raggiungerà e allora in quel momento allora io le credo avvocato ma solo in quel momento perché da quelle case là nessuno scappa mai!
Ha capito avvocato? Da lì non si va via! Oh come è tardi! Mi scusi, io torno a casa mia
The Lord Knows I'm Drinking Composer(s): Bill Anderson First release by: Cal Smith - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Hello Mrs Johnson, you self righteous woman Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin' Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are Standing here visitin' with a back-slidin' Christian In a neighborhood bar
Well, yes, that's my bottle and yes, that's my glass And I see you're eyeballin' this pretty young lass It ain't none of your business, but, yes, she's with me And we don't need no sermon, you self righteous woman Just let us be
The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around And he don't need your loud mouth informing the town The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right But me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Goodbye Mrs Johnson, you self righteous biddy I don't need your preaching and I don't need your pity So, go back to whatever you hypocrites do And when I talk to heaven, be nice And I'll put in a good word for you
Yes, the Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around And he don't need your loud mouth informing the town The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right But me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Yes, me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Chauffard
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Y a les bandes blanches qui défilent Et ta vie qui s'accroche à son fil Tu es dans la zone rouge du compteur Mais tu ne t'occupes plus des couleurs Il faut surtout pas que tes mains tremblent Y a les troncs des arbres qui t'attendent Même dans les passages difficiles Y a les bandes blanches qui défilent Y a le vent qui siffle sous les tôles Et le cri des pneus quand tu décolles Et derrière toi la nuit qui retombe Sur le sillage étroit de ta bombe Est-ce que c'est ton cur qui fait hurler la machine Ou bien le moteur qui bat dans ta poitrine Et qui propulse ton projectile Entre les bandes blanches qui défilent Chauffard Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide Chauffard, chauffard Tu pousses la musique jusqu'au plus fort Pour pas sentir les doigt de la mort Et ni les chiens qui aboient dans leur sommeil Ni les hommes de loi que tu réveilles Tu vois quelques tâches claires sur le dos des camions Quelques mots de travers sur des panneaux bidons Et ton sang fait monter les aiguilles Jusqu'au rouge des feux que tu grilles Chauffard, chauffard Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide Chauffard, chauffard Tu dis que tu connais ton nom par cur Et que tu préfères le son de ton moteur Que si jamais personne ne t'arrête T'iras te crasher sur le fond de la planète Et que tu vibres quand les virages s'avancent Et que la vitesse te laisse ta chance Et que t'es jamais aussi tranquille Que quand les bandes blanches défilent Chauffard, chauffard Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide Chauffard, Chauffard Chauffard, chauffard, chauffard
Raggio Di Luna Composer(s): Antonello Venditti Performer(s): Antonello Venditti
Raggio di luna nel mio cuore nella mia vita ci sei tu sei come l'acqua come il sole che verr raggio di luna nascer E E Eh... Il nostro amore non sar mai solo guerre non vedr arde come l'oro per l'eternit... O O O O O O O O O Oh O O O O O O O O O Oh Sorge la luna la montagna e dalla spiaggia la vedrai brillano fuochi sulla sabbia intorno a noi come un vulcano ballerai E E Eh... La nostra vita è un lampo prendimi se vuoi nudi e senza scampo balla insieme a noi Insieme a noi L'amore è un attimo fuggente guardami e non fermarti mai è un fiume chiaro fiume chiaro e trasparente come te raggio di luna nascerai E E Eh... La nostra vita è un lampo prendimi se vuoi nudi e senza scampo balla insieme a noi E E Eh E E Eh
The Longest Time Composer(s): Billy Joel First release by: Billy Joel - 1983 Covered by multiple other artists
Oh, oh, oh For the longest time Oh, oh, oh For the longest time If you said goodbye to me tonight There would still be music left to write What else could I do I'm so inspired by you That hasn't happened for the longest time
Once I thought my innocence was gone Now I know that happiness goes on That's where you found me When you put your arms around me I haven't been there for the longest time
Oh, oh, oh For the longest time Oh, oh, oh For the longest I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall And the greatest miracle of all Is how I need you And how you needed me too That hasn't happened for the longest time
Maybe this won't last very long But you feel so right And I could be wrong Maybe I've been hoping too hard But I've gone this far And it's more than I hoped for
Who knows how much further we'll go on Maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone I'll take my chances I forgot how nice romance is I haven't been there for the longest time
I had second thoughts at the start I said to myself Hold on to your heart Now I know the woman that you are You're wonderful so far And it's more than I hoped for
I don't care what consequence it brings I have been a fool for lesser things I want you so bad I think you ought to know that I intend to hold you for the longest time
Ragged Old Flag Composer(s): John R. Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash - 1974; and various other artists
I walked through a county courthouse square On a park bench an old man was sitting there I said, "Your old courthouse is kinda run down" He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town" I said, "Your old flagpole has leaned a little bit And that's a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it"
He said, "Have a seat," and I sat down "Is this the first time you've been to our little town?" I said, "I think it is." He said, "I don't like to brag But we're kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag
"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there when Washington took it across the Delaware And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key Sat watching it writing Say Can You See And it got a bad rip in New Orleans With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seems
"And it almost fell at the Alamo Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on though She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag
"On Flanders Field in World War I She got a big hole from a Bertha gun She turned blood red in World War II She hung limp and low by the time it was through She was in Korea and Vietnam She was sent where she was by her Uncle Sam
"She waved from our ships upon the briny foam And now they've about quit waving her back here at home In her own good land here she's been abused She's been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused
"And the government for which she stands Is scandalized throughout the land And she's getting threadbare and wearing thin But she's in good shape for the shape she's in 'Cause she's been through the fire before And I believe she can take a whole lot more
"So we raise her up every morning, take her down every night We don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up right On second thought, I do like to brag 'Cause I'm mighty proud of the Ragged Old Flag"
The Long Way Around Composer(s): Ken Edwards Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt
It's a cinch that I've been wrong And it's clear it's not been long Since I was hard on you But now a time has come When yesterday don't mean nothin' Now I'm in love with you And you've taken me the long way around
Take a look how young we are A month has changed the moon and the stars Changing the things we do You've been lookin' for something strong When other things don't mean nothin' Now I'm in love with you And you've taken me the long way around
Well I can't see beyond the doubt that's in your eye It's on the outskirts of my fading alibi
It's a cinch that I've been wrong And it's clear it's not been long Since I was hard on you But now a time has come When yesterday don't mean nothin' Now I'm in love with you And you've taken me the long way around Now I'm in love with you And you've taken me the long way around
Chatterbox
Composer(s): Johnny Thunders
First release by: New York Dolls - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
I said chatterbox
I said you squalk a lot
c'mon give me some lips
yeah chatterbox
call you up
don't give me no line
I'm comin' in your home
on the telephone
all dressed up
I got nowhere to go
seems like a fun night
on the telephone
I said chatterbox
I said you squalk a lot
c'mon give me some lips
yeah chatterbox
c'mon c'mon c'mon
yeah chatterbox
c'mon c'mon c'mon
yeah chatterbox
I said chatterbox
Rage In The Cage Composer(s): Peter Wolf; Seth Justman Performer(s): The J. Geils Band
Shopping Center crazy I need some fast relief The boss says, "Boy, you're lazy" But I'm just bored beyond belief Laid off since last summer Man, this really takes the cake This town is like a prison And I just got to make my break They say "Be cautious, little mister" They shove it down your throat I'm 'bout to choke - choke I'm nauseous - my transistor's 'bout the only antidote to keep my temperature from runnin' wild Let me hear that radio! Chorus There's a rage in the cage There's a rage in the cage Sweet Diana to the rescue Hot potato to my aid She's the girl with the swirl Like air-conditioned lemonade But the lady's on the hot-plate Daddy's threatened to disown Handcuffed tight in a chain of events I guess I'm out here on my own It don't take a PhD To know I'm goin' nowhere fast I've got to move - I'm on the move It don't take much to see This town is livin' in the past They all just seem to wanna tie me down Let me hear that radio! Chorus I wanna rock it I've got to rock it I've gotta get me on that rocket ship to outa here This town is wearin' ear plugs I'm of age and loose to juice But they say Stop! Stop! There's a fire in the furnace Breakin' out and breakin' loose You know I'm just about to lose my mind They don't want me paralyzed They just want me neutralized Chorus
The Long Way Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
She was lost And I thought I was found Even so I tried To bring her in...
She was young And I had just begun To learn that even Losing men can win
We went the long way We went the long way We went the long way... Or maybe just the wrong way I'll never know
Overnight We were shown the light Neither of us knew To look away... So we burned And far too late we learned That lifetimes can't be lived out In a day
We went the long way We went the long way We went the long way... Or maybe just the wrong way I'll never know
So, goodbye At least me made the try Something can be said for love that's pure If and when We ever try again One thing will be known to us For sure...
We'll go the long way We'll go the long way We'll go the long way... Or maybe just the wrong way I'll never know
Chattanoogie Shoe-Shine Boy
Composer(s): Jack Stapp - Harry Stone
Performer(s): Red Foley
and multiple other artists
Have you ever passed the corner of Forth and Grand? Where a little ball o' rhythm has a shoe-shine stand People gather 'round and they clap their hands He's a great big bundle o' joy He pops the boogie woogie rag The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy
He charges you a nickel just to shine one shoe He makes the oldest kind o' leather look like new You feel as though you wanna dance when he gets through He's a great big bundle o' joy He pops the boogie woogie rag The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy
It's a wonder that the rag don't tear The way he makes it pop You ought to see him fan the air With his hoppity-hippity-hippity-hoppity-hoppity-hippity-hop
He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine He likes to get up early when they're feelin' fine Everybody gets a little rise 'n shine With the great big bundle o' joy He pops the boogie woogie rag The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy
It's a wonder that the rag don't tear The way he makes it pop Just listen to him fan the air Here he goes!
He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine He likes to get up early when they're feelin' fine Everybody gets a little rise 'n shine With the great big bundle o' joy He pops the boogie woogie rag The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy
Tu che guardi verso di me hai visto i tori nel sonno ed hai lasciato Madrid stai nei miei occhi e racconti le sirene e gli inganni del tuo sogno che va tu ragazzo dell'Europa tu non perdi mai la strada tu che prendi a calci la notte bevi fiumi di vodka e poi ti infili i miei jeans tu cominci sempre qualcosa e mi lasci sospesa e non parli di te tu ragazzo dell'Europa tu col cuore fuori strada tu che fai l'amore selvaggio trovi sempre un passagio per andare più in là viaggi con quell'aria precaria sembri quasi un poeta dentro ai tuoi bouleavard tu ragazzo dell'Europa porti in giro la fortunatu che incontri tutti per caso non ritorni a Varsavia per non fare il soldato ora vivi in mezzo a una sfida per le vie di Colonia e non sai dove andrai tu ragazzo dell'Europa tu non pianti mai bandiera tu ragazzo dell'Europa tu ragazzo dell'Europa tu non pianti mai bandiera tu ragazzo dell'Europa tu non pianti mai bandiera
The Long Run Composer(s): Glenn Frey - Don Henley First release by: Eagles - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
I used to hurry a lot, I used to worry a lot I used to stay out till the break of day oh that didnt git it, it was high time I quit it I just couldnt carry on that way oh, I did some damage, I know its true didn't know I was so lonely till I found you
who can go the distance? we'll find out in the long run, in the long run we can handle some resistance if our love is a strong one. is a strong one people talkin about us, they got nothing else to do when it all comes down we will still come through in the long run ooh I want to tell you it's a long run
you know I don't understand why you don't treat yourself better do the crazy things that you do when all the debutantes back in Houston baby couldn't hold a candle to you did you do it for love, did you do it for money did you do it for spite, did you think you had to honey?
who is gonna make it? well find out in the long run, in the long run I know we can take it if our love is a strong one, is a strong one well were scared but we ain't shakin kinda bent but we ain't breakin in the long run ooh I want to tell you it's a long run
Chattanooga Choo Choo
Composer(s): Mack Gordon - Harry Warren
First performance: Glenn Miller - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists
Pardon me boy is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo Track 29 boy you can give me a shine I can afford to board a Chattanooga Choo Choo I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare
Well you leave the Pennsylvania station 'bout a quarter to four Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore Dinner at the diner Nothing could be finer Then you have your ham and eggs in Carolina
When you hear the whistle blowing eight to the bar Then you know that Tenneesse is not very far Shovel all the coal in Gotta keep it rolling Whoo,Whoo, Chattanooga there you are
There's gonna be A certain party at the station Satin and lace I used to call funny face She's gonna cry Until I tell her that I'll never roam So, Chattanooga Choo Choo Won't you Choo Choo me home!
The Long And Winding Road Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney First release by: The Beatles - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
The long and winding road, that leads to your door Will never disappear, I've seen that road before It always leads me here, lead me to your door The wild and windy night, that the rain washed away Has left a pool of tears, crying for the day Why leave me standing here? Let me know the way Many times I've been alone, and many times I've cried Anyway you'll never know the many ways I've tried And still they lead me back, to the long winding road You left me standing here, a long, long time ago Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to you door! But still they lead me back, to the long and winding road You left me standing here, a long, long time ago Don't keep me waiting here, lead me to you
Chattahoochee
Composer(s): Alan Jackson - Jim McBride
Performer(s): Alan Jackson
and multiple other artists
Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie We laid rubber on the Georgie asphalt We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Down by the river on a friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned how I was A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love
Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy I was willing but she wasn't ready So a settled for a burger and a grape sno - cone Dropped her off early but I didn't go home
Down by the river on a friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned how I was A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love
Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie We laid rubber on the Georgie asphalt We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy I was willing but she wasn't ready So a settled for a burger and a grape sno - cone Dropped her off early but I didn't go home
Down by the river on a friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute Yeah way down yonder on the Chattahoochee Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned how I was A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love
