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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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    10-06-2006
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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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    09-06-2006
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Le Marteau D'or
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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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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Birdcall Morning
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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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    08-06-2006
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Le Mari De Mama
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    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 ....



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Bird Song
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    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..



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    07-06-2006
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Le Marché Aux Puces
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    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



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Bird On The Wire
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    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



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    06-06-2006
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Le Marchand De Ballons
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    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



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    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



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    05-06-2006
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    Le Maraudeur
    Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



    Mademoiselle de bonne tenue
    Pardonnez-moi d'être venu
    Faire pousser la mauvaise herbe
    Dans vos jardins entretenus
    D'avoir cueilli dans vos vergers
    Les tendres fruits effarouchés
    Qu'à un joli jeune homme imberbe
    Vous destiniez dans vos projets

    Si j'ai braconné votre cœur
    Comm' le dernier des maraudeurs
    Et si j'ai froissé quelques roses
    Vos dix-huit ans en sont la cause

    Pardonne-moi aussi, veux-tu
    Désertant les sentiers battus
    D'avoir piétiné les plates-bandes
    Où vivait la fleur de vertu
    Mademoiselle de bon aloi
    Quand c'est 1'amour qui fait la loi
    J'ai la bouche bien trop gourmande
    Pour baiser le bout de vos doigts

    Si j'ai braconné votre cœur
    Comm' le dernier des maraudeurs
    Et si j'ai froissé quelques roses
    Vos dix-huit ans en sont la cause

    Mademoiselle de bonne tenue
    Demain quand je ne serai plus
    Qu'une ombre que le vent disperse
    Un lointain amour défendu
    Je demanderai au Bon Dieu
    Que le soleil quitte les cieux
    Et que la pluie tombe en averse
    Sur le jardin des jours heureux

    Quand je braconnais votre cœur
    Comm' le dernier des maraudeurs
    J'y ai laissé un chrysanthème
    Porter le deuil de mes "Je t'aime"



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Bird Doggin'
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    Bird Doggin'
    Composer(s): Keith Colley
    Performer(s): Gene Vincent and various other artists



    All these sleepless nights I'm so tired of
    I've got to find some sweet little thing to love
    To put my arms around and hold oh-oh so tight
    Well, I know I just can't last another night
    Call me an old hounddog on the prowl
    But I got to get some love somehow
    I'm bird doggin', yeah, I'm bird doggin'

    I think of all the things she do and say (bird doggin')
    Makes me want her more and more each day (bird doggin')
    Well, now all these pretty girls just don't wanna turn around
    Oh, just a-git it to me and I got to track a woman down
    Call me an old hounddog on the prowl
    But I got to get some love somehow
    Bird doggin', yeah, bird doggin'
    (Oh, let's go guitar boy!)

    Call me an old hounddog on the prowl
    But I got to get some lovin' somehow
    I'm bird doggin', yeah, I'm bird doggin'
    Hey!

    Yeah, bird doggin'
    Got to, got to, got to get me a woman tonight (bird doggin')
    Got to, got to, got to get me a woman tonight (bird doggin')
    Yeah...



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