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Comprami Un Juke-Box
((French Version: Achète Moi Un Juke-Box (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Georges Garvarentz - Clement Nicholas
Performer(s): Dalida
Amo andare a scuola e mi piace studiar Alla sera invece veglio solo ballar E questa mia passione non la so dominar Percio' non dir di no
Oh oh papà! Vorrei avere un juke-box Oh oh oh papà! Ti prego comprami un juke-box Se mi accontenti io ti prometto Che d'ora in poi non usciro' mai più Staro' buonissima a a fare i compiti E ascoltero' Peppino, Dallara e Celentano
E e Dalida! Macchè, macchè ballar Dalida! Che strana novita Dalida! Che c'entra quella là
Oh oh papà Vorrei avere un juke-box Oh oh oh papà Ti prego comprami un juke-box C'è tanto posto non ti agitare Lo metterai a fianco del buffet Cramato e lucido fa soprammobile E poi ti dà, Peppino, Dallara e Celentano
E e Dalida! Peppino di Capri Dalida! Dallara e Celentano Dalida! Senti questi qu'à
Invitero un po di gente a ballar Qualche rock qualche twist E forse anche tu mi aiuterai a spostar Il tavolo il tappeto la TV
Oh oh papà Vorrei avere un juke-box Oh oh oh papà Ti prego comprami un juke-box Tu spendi meno se resto in casa E in quanto a me lo ci guadagnero' Perchè gli amici miei Dovranno' gettonar per ascoltar Peppino, Dallara e Celentano
E e Dalida! Ma non hanno capito niente Dalida! E come glielo spieghero Dalida! Ma in fondo perchè no
Completely Sweet Composer(s): Eddie Cochran; Jerry Capehart Performer(s): Eddie Cochran
Well completely sweet that's my baby Completely sweet, I don't mean maybe Well completely sweet that's my baby Completely sweet, I don't mean maybe And I love her more 'n' more each day She's so completely sweet
Well a-just like a-honey, that the bees bring in Mmm, a-just like a honey, that the bees bring in Mmm, I get my sugar, when I kiss her on the chin
Well the sugar in my coffee, well the sugar in my tea Well the sugar in my coffee, mmmm the sugar in my tea Mmm, they both taste better, with a sugar on my knee
Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band
Spread out now Rosie
doctor come cut loose her mama's reins You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game You pick up Little Dynamite I'm gonna pick up Little Gun And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don't want to be your son The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue and
Rosie you're the one Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs `cause you know we ain't gonna come I ain't here for business, I'm only here for fun
Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire I just want to be your lover ain't no liar, Rosalita you're my stone desire
Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be there Ah sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie they'll be comin' up for air We're gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool Stay out all night it's gonna feel alright Rosie come out tonight, Rosie come out tonight Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor Closets are for hangers winners use the door
Rosalita jump a little...
Now I know your mama she don't like me `cause I play in a rock and roll band And I know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room I'm comin' to lend a hand I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny But now you're sad your mama's mad And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance Because a record company Rosie just gave me a big advance
My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy My machine she's a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey Hold on tight stay up all night `cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day You can hear them in the back room strummin' So hold tight baby `cause don't you know daddy's comin'
The writing's on the subway wall I'm sorry that I never called I, I never phoned or wrote to you It's silly 'cause I wanted to
Oh yes, the subway wall sadly seems to say it all It's my mistake, I know that now a bit too late to cry...
You're somewhere else with someone else and here am I, all by myself An empty wall, and empty me I write the things that should've been
I tell the world how much I care and miss the one that isn't there Oh - The writing on the wall Oh - The writing on the wall Oh - The writing on the wall Oh - The writing on the wall...
The writing's on the subway wall and give or take a year or so someone will come and rub it out delete the words that hurt my heart
Oh yes, there will remain a little hurt, a little stain the memory can still be read upon the wall inside my head
Oh - The writing on the wall (right on) Oh - The writing on the wall Oh - The writing on the wall (write on) Oh - The writing on the wall Oh - The writing on the wall...
Complete Control Composer(s): Topper Headon; Paul Simonon; Joe Strummer; Michael Geoffrey Jones First release by: The Clash - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
They said release 'Remote Control' But we didn't want it on the label They said, "Fly to Amsterdam" The people laughed but the press went mad
On the last tour my mates couldn't get in I'd open up the back door but they'd get run out again At every hotel we was met by the Law Come for the party - come to make sure!
Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong? Ooh ooh ooh complete control, even over this song
They said we'd be artistically free When we signed that bit of paper They meant let's make a lotsa mon-ee An' worry about it later
Ooh ooh ooh I'll never understand Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand!
All over the news spread fast They're dirty, they're filthy They ain't gonna last!
This is Joe Public speaking I'm controlled in the body, controlled in the mind
Rosalita Composer(s): Åge Aleksandersen Performer(s): Åge Aleksandersen & Mikael Wiehe
Når du ser på mæ fra en TV-skjerm Når di avmakt og redsel når mæ her hjemme Når et ansikt, et menneskebarn trenge sæ frem Æ vil glemme Æ vil glemme Æ vil glemme Och när du upplever världen som iskall och stor Ska jag stå upp och sloss för deg älskade bror Jag skal skydda deg mot orättvis och vold Aldrig glömma Aldrig glömma Aldrig glömma
Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt Du e ei stjerne, en konge Du eie en skatt Du e liten, men stor Du e størst på vår jord Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Du e ei stjerne, en konge Du eie en skatt Og vi passe på dæ i natt
Samisk tekst Go du morala calmmit deivet mu Go don oððasiin siivudit muitalat Olbmománná Mo heive Mun jurddaan Mun in hálit, in hálit gullat Mutho dieðán in sáhte lovpetge Go mus oappát Ja vieljat mu dárbbait De vaikko máilbmi garas ja balddonas lea in áiggo goassige ciehkádit gal
Det finns ingen som hotar ditt liv här i natt Du är en stjärna, en kung För du äger en skatt Du är liten, men enda det största som finns på jorden
Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Ni är stenar som gnistrar i främtidens skatt Och vi skyddar er alla nu i natt
Når verden høgg tak i mæ kald og stor Vil æ reis mæ å sloss for kvar søster og bror Æ ska vær der på vakt imot urett og vold Aldri glemme Aldri glemme Aldri glemme
Behind the barbed-wired fences the suns going down Youre eating your ration sitting on the ground Youve stopped counting the days till youll get away as the smoke from the campfire put tears in your eyes I know that you know there will come a time when the wheels of fortune will spin the other way around You shall not have lost your childhood in vain for the sake of the fanatical greedy, insaine
Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt Du e ei stjerne, en konge Du eie en skatt Du e liten, men stor Du e størst på vår jord Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Ni är stenar som gnistrar i främtidens skatt Så vi skyddar er alla nu i natt
Det e ingen som vil dæ te livs no i natt Du e ei stjerne, en konge Du eie en skatt Du e liten, men stor Du e størst på vår jord Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Rosalita, Natasja, Ailo og Hans Du e ei stjerne, en konge Du eie en skatt Vi ska passe på dæ i natt
Complainte Pour Ste-Catherine Composer(s): Philippe Tatartcheff; Anna McGarrigle First release by: Kate & Anna McGarrigle - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
Moi j' me promène sous Ste-Catherine J' profite de la chaleur du métro Je n' me regarde pas dans les vitrines Quand il fait trente en-dessous d' zéro
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
Je ne me sens pas intrépide Quand il fait fret j' fais pas du ski J'ai pas d' motel aux Laurentides Le samedi c'est l' soir du hockey
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
Faut pas croire que j' suis une imbécile Parce que j' chauffe pas une convertible La gloire c'est pas mal inutile Au prix du gaz c'est trop pénible
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
On est tous frères pis ça s'adonne Qu'on a toujours eu du bon temps Parce qu'on reste sur la terre des hommes Même les femmes et les enfants
Y a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques
Croyez pas qu'on est pas chrétiens Le dimanche on promène son chien
Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Bobby Bare
It's two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café The onions are fryin', the neon is bright And the jukebox is startin' to play And the sign on the wall says In God we trust All others have to pay And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The short-order cook with the Momma tattoo He's a'turnin' them hamburgers slow "Eggs over easy, whole wheat down D' y'all want that coffee to go?" He never once dreamed as a rodeo star That he'd wind up here today At two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
There's a tall, skinny girl in the booth in the back Wearin' jeans and a secondhand fur She's been to the doctor, then called up a man And now wonders just where she can turn She stares at her coffee, then looks toward the ceiling But, Lord, it's a strange place to pray At two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner Feedin' the jukebox his dimes He just had a woman and thought that he'd bought her But found he'd just rented some time And he couldn't sleep, so he come back to see If anyone else wants to play At two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
There's an old dollar bill in a frame on the wall The first one that Rose ever made It was once worth a dollar a long time ago But, like Rose, it's beginnin' to fade She's back of the register, dreamin' of someone And how things'd be if he'd stayed But it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The stoop-shouldered man and his frizzy-haired woman It's strange how their eyes never meet He's playin' the pinball, she's fixin' the blanket Of the baby asleep on the seat And he's out of work and she's puttin' on weight And, hell, they never did had too much to say And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The waitress Darlene, she sits at the counter Paintin' her fingernails blue And the short-order cook, he yells, "Move it or lose it And pick up an order of stew" But someday a rich, handsome man will walk in And carry her far, far away From two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The shaggy-haired hippie, he's finished his meal And he's countin' the change in his jeans Burger and coffee are 85 cents And he's only got 23 He smiles at Rose and she winks back at him But, Lord, that's a high price to pay At two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The baby-faced sailor, he leans on the phone And dials the number again While the guy in the tux tells the girl in the jeans 'Bout the wonderful places he's been Then the wino comes in off the street and starts shoutin' 'Bout fortunes that he threw away And Rosalie's askin' the shaggy-haired hippie If he's got a warm place to stay And the short-order cook takes a five from the till While Rosalie's lookin' away And the onions keep fryin', the neon is bright And the jukebox continues to play And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The Wreck Of The Old '97 ((aka The Wreck On The Southern Old 97 (Henry Whitter) - 1924)) ((Adapted from: The Ship That Never Return'd (Henry Clay Work) - 1865)) Composer(s): Henry Clay Work - Henry Whitter Performer(s): Eddy Arnold - 1959 and multiple other artists
They give him his orders at Monroe, Virginia Sayin', "Steve you're way behind time This is not Thirty-Eight, but it's old Ninety-Seven You must put her in Spencer on time"
Then he looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman "Just shovel in a little more coal And when we cross that white oak mountain You can watch old Ninety-Seven roll"
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville In a line on a three mile grade It was on that grade where he lost his airbrakes So you see what a jump he made
He was goin' down grade makin' ninety miles an hour And his whistle broke into a scream He was found in the wreck, with his hand on the throttle And scalded to death by the steam
Now, ladies, you must all take warning From this time on and learn Never speak harsh words to your true lovin' husband He may leave you and never return
Rosalie Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Eleanor Powell & Eddy Nelson
Rosalie, my darling Rosalie, my dream Since one night when stars danced above I'm oh, oh, so much in love So Rosalie, have mercy Rosalie, don't decline Won't you make my life thrilling And tell me you're willing to be mine Rosalie, mine
The Wreck Of The Number Nine Composer(s): Carson J. Robison Performer(s): Jim Reeves and multiple other artists
One dark stormy night not a star was in sight The North wind came howling down the line There stood a brave engineer with his sweetheart so dear And his orders to pull old Number Nine
She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eye The joy in his heart he couldn't hide The whole world seemed right for she told him that night That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride
The wheels hummed a song as the train rolled along The black smoke came pouring from the stack The headlight a-gleam seemed to brighten his dream Of tomorrow when he'd be goin' back
He sped around the hill and his brave heart stood still The headlight was shining in his face He whispered a prayer as he threw on the air For he knew this would be his final race
In the wreck he was found lying there on the ground He asked them to raise his weary head His breath slowly went as this message he sent To a maiden who thought she would be wed
"There's a little white home that I built for our own Where I dreamed we'd be happy, you and I But I leave it to you for I know you'll be true Til we meet at the Golden Gate, goodbye"...
Company Man Composer(s): James Taylor Performer(s): James Taylor
It seems you've been living on your own Lonely and free Looking to make yourself known Same as me Well I see you in the public eyes I see you're looking fine The boy would be a businessman And he signs the bottom line
Singing company man, do what you can with my name Rock'n'roll, man here I am I'm stacking my claim to fame
He's got the smiling face of a friend Still you're not quite certain you know him The smile turns into a grin What do you owe him You know you owe him
So if there's something you do well Something you're proud of Better to save some for yourself If that's allowed The crowd will never know you You'll hardly know yourself They'll turn you 'round and blow you up 'Til you think you're someone else
Singing company man, do what you can with my name Rock'n'roll, man here I am I'm stacking my claim to fame
He can turn your time to gold You better make as much as you can my friend 'Cause his money will turn you old And they need a young man The job takes a young man
Rosa Dos Ventos Composer(s): Chico Buarque Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Maria Bethânia; Paulinho Nogueira
E do amor gritou-se o escândalo Do medo criou-se o trágico No rosto pintou-se o pálido E não rolou uma lágrima Nem uma lástima Pra socorrer
E na gente deu o hábito De caminhar pelas trevas De murmurar entre as pregas De tirar leite das pedras De ver o tempo correr
Mas, sob o sono dos séculos Amanheceu o espetáculo Como uma chuva de pétalas Como se o céu vendo as penas Moresse de pena E chovesse o perdão
E a prudência dos sábios Nem ousou conter nos lábios O sorriso e a paixão
Pois transbordando de flores A calma dos lagos zangou-se A rosa-dos-ventos danou-se O leito dos rios fartou-se E inundou de água-doce A amargura do mar
Numa enchente amazônica Numa explosão atlântica E a multidão vendo em pânico E a multidão vendo atônita Ainda que tarde O seu despertar
Mister John B. ((Adapted from: The John B. Sails (Traditional)) Composer(s): Traditional - Carl Sandburg - Lee Hays - Eddie Vartan - Gilles Thibault - Georges Aber Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan - 1966
Versions In Other Languages: 1950 - Wreck Of The John B. (The Weavers) 1958 - Sloop John B (The Kingston Trio) 1989 - Hallo Ajouw (Normaal)
Aujourd'hui ton bateau revient Trois ans, ce n'est pas rien Es-tu fier de toi, Mr John B? Mais qui cherches-tu sur le quai là-bas On n'attend pas Un garçon comme toi
Pour toi pas de carillonneurs Pas de colliers de fleurs Ici ce n'est pas Tahiti, hé, Mr John B Mais qui cherches-tu sur le quai là-bas On n'attend pas Un garçon comme toi
Ton sac a l'air lourd à porter Tu t'es bien débrouillé Mais as-tu gardé les mains propres, dis, Mr John B? Mais qui cherches-tu sur le quai là-bas On n'attend pas Un garçon comme toi
La rose de vents (Tu l'as effleurée) L'alcool a coulé (L'argent a passé) Tu dis "je t'aime" dans toutes les langues, Mr John B Mais qui cherches-tu sur le quai là-bas On n'attend pas Un garçon comme toi
Aujourd'hui ton bateau revient Alors tu te souviens Qu'une fille t'attendait ici, Mr John B Pourtant sur le quai Regarde elle est là Un garçon comme toi ne la mérite pas
Company Composer(s): Alfred "Snuff" Johnson - Rickie Lee Jones Performer(s): Rickie Lee Jones
I'll remember you too clearly But I'll survive another day Conversations to share When there's no one there I'll imagine what you'd say
I'll see you in another life now, baby I'll free you in my dreams But when I reach across the galaxy I will miss your company
Company I'll be looking for company Look and listen Through the years Someday you may hear me Still crying for company
So now you're going off to live your life You say we'll meet each other now and then But we'll never be the same And I know I'll never have this chance again No, not like you
So, I'll see you in another life now baby, I'll free you in my dreams But when I reach across the galaxy I will miss your company
Company I'll be looking for company Look and listen Through the years Someday you may hear me Still crying for company
Rosa Composer(s): Jacques Brel Performer(s): Jacques Brel
C'est le plus vieux tango du monde Celui que les têtes blondes Ânonnent comme une ronde En apprenant leur latin C'est le tango du collège Qui prend les rêves au piège Et dont il est sacrilège De ne pas sortir malin C'est le tango des bons pères Qui surveillent l'il sévère Les Jules et les Prosper Qui seront la France de demain
Rosa rosa rosam Rosae rosae rosa Rosae rosae rosas Rosarum rosis rosis
C'est le tango des forts en thème Boutonneux jusqu'à l'extrême Et qui recouvrent de laine Leur cur qui est déjà froid C'est le tango des forts en rien Qui déclinent de chagrin Et qui seront pharmaciens Parce que papa ne l'était pas C'est le temps où j'étais dernier Car ce tango rosa rosae J'inclinais à lui préférer Déjà ma cousine Rosa
Rosa rosa rosam Rosae rosae rosa Rosae rosae rosas Rosarum rosis rosis
C'est le tango des promenades Deux par seul sous les arcades Cernés de corbeaux et d'alcades Qui nous protégeaient des pourquoi C'est le tango de la pluie sur la cour Le miroir d'une flaque sans amour Qui m'a fait comprendre un beau jour Que je ne serais pas Vasco de Gama Mais c'est le tango du temps béni Où pour un baiser trop petit Dans la clairière d'un jeudi A rosi cousine Rosa
Rosa rosa rosam Rosae rosae rosa Rosae rosae rosas Rosarum rosis rosis
C'est le tango du temps des zéros J'en avais tant des minces des gros Que j'en faisais des tunnels pour Charlot Des auréoles pour saint François C'est le tango des récompenses Qui vont à ceux qui ont la chance D'apprendre dès leur enfance Tout ce qui ne leur servira pas Mais c'est le tango que l'on regrette Une fois que le temps s'achète Et que l'on s'aperçoit tout bête Qu'il y a des épines aux Rosa
Rosa rosa rosam Rosae rosae rosa Rosae rosae rosas Rosarum rosis rosis
Compañeros De Mis Horas Composer(s): P. Matos Performer(s): Raphael
Soy feliz con lo que tengo Porque tengo a mis leales Compañeros de mis horas Son mis fieles animales Ese caballo ya viejo Presumiendo de ser joven Quiere llevarme ligero Para que yo no lo note Y ese perro callejero Que se vino un día conmigo Diciéndome en su mirada Que él quería ser mi amigo Y esa paloma que juega Repitiéndome en su vuelo Que mire más hacia arriba Y mire menos al suelo Y esos gorriones que cantan Por la mañana temprano A saltitos me saludan Acercándose a mi mano Y ese toro ya caduco Que perdonaron por casta Tuvo sus días de triunfo Y hoy conmigo ya le basta Y tengo con mis amigos Las horas llenas de calma Cuando más cerca los tengo Más libre me siento el alma
