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The 59th Street Bridge Song - Feelin' Groovy (Pizzicato Five)
The 59th Street Bridge Song - Feelin' Groovy ((Adapted from: The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1966)) ((French Version: C'est Bon La Vie (Nana Mouskouri) - 1967)) Composer(s): Paul Simon - Yasuharu Konishi Performer(s): Pizzicato Five - 1985
Iki o hisomete Mimi mo to de sasayaite Yoru ga sukoshi demo Tsuzukuyou ni Feelin' groovy
Jikan o kakenakya Sutekina koto ni wa Yoru ga sukoshi de mo Tsuzukuyou ni Feelin' groovy
Yoppi de asobou yo Yoru wa kimi no kiss mitai sa Shinzou ga tomaru hodo Amai kiss Always groovy
Iki hisomete Mimi mo to de sasayaite Yoru ga sukoshi demo Tsuzukuyou ni Feelin' groovy
Mr. Dream Merchant Composer(s): Jerry Ross; Larry Weiss Performer(s): Dusty Springfield; Madeline Bell; Jerry Butler
Hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Everything depends on you Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Bring him back to me And make my dreams come true
When I said goodbye To my love I didn't mean to make him cry I didn't realise that I had love Now I need him by my side
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Everything depends on you Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Bring him back to me And make my dreams come true
You should have told this fool To stop it You should have made this blind girl see I got my pride back in my pocket Won't you bring him back to me?
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Everything depends on you Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Can't you make him see We need each other? I'm no good alone I really really, really love him Bring him back to me And make my dreams come true
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Can't you make him see We need each other? I'm no good alone I really, really love him Bring him back to me And make my dreams come true
Gli Altri Siamo Noi English Title: We Are All The Same Composer(s): Giancarlo Bigazzi; Umberto Tozzi Performer(s): Umberto Tozzi
Non sono stato mai più solo di così è notte ma vorrei che fosse presto lunedì con gli altri insieme a me per fare la città con gli altri chiusi in se che si aprono al sole come fiori quando si risvegliano, si rivestono quando escono, partono, arrivano ci somigliano, angeli avvoltoi come specchi gli occhi nei volti perché gli altri siamo noi
I muri vanno giù al soffio di un'idea Allah come Gesù in chiesa o dentro una moschea e gli altri siamo noi, ma qui sulla stessa via vigliaccamente eroi, lasciamo indietro i pezzi di altri noi che ci aspettano e si chiedono perché nascono e subito muoiono forse rondini, foglie d'Africa, ci sorridono di malinconia tutti vittime di carnefici tanto prima o poi gli altri siamo noi Quando cantano, quando cadono, gli altri siamo noi In questo mondo gli altri siamo noi Quando nascono, quando muoiono, gli altri siamo noi Gli altri siamo noi Noi che stiamo in comodi deserti di appartamenti e di tranquillità lontani dagli altri, ma tanto prima o poi gli altri siamo noi In questo mondo piccolo oramai gli altri siamo noi
Si gli altri siamo noi fra gli Indios e gli Indù ragazzi in farmacia che ormai non ce la fanno più famiglie di operai licenziati dai robot e zingari dell'est in villette di periferia siamo tutti vittime dei carnefici tanto prima o poi gli altri siamo noi In questo mondo gli altri siamo noi Quando sparano, quando sperano, gli altri siamo noi In questo mondo piccolo oramai gli altri siamo noi In questo mondo gli altri siamo noi
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) (Simon and Garfunkel)
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) Composer(s): Paul Simon First release by: Simon and Garfunkel - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - C'est Bon La Vie (Nana Mouskouri) 1985 - The 59th Street Bridge Song - Feelin' Groovy (Japanese Version) (Pizzicato Five)
Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobble stones Looking for fun and feelin' groovy
Hello lamppost What cha knowing? I've come to watch your flowers growing Ain't cha got no rhymes for me? Doot-in' doo-doo Feelin' groovy
Got no deeds to do, No promises to keep I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep Let the morning time drop all its petals on me Life, I love you All is groovy
Mr. Dieingly Sad Composer(s): Don Ciccone; The Critters Performer(s): The Critters; Lou Christie; Albert Garcia
Just a breeze will muss your hair But you smile away each little care And if the rain should make you blue You say tomorrow is anew Blue be your eyes, blonde your hair You realize beyond a care Life's in a hurry, but You've got no worry, you're So mystifyingly glad I'm Mr. Dieingly Sad
And when the leaves begin to fall Answering old winter's call I feel my tears, they fall like rain Weeping forth the sad refrain Blue, dark, and dim it may seem You mark a grin, a moonbeam Brightens your smile, pray tell me How all the while you can be So mystifyingly glad I'm Mr. Dieingly Sad
You say "take my hand and walk with me Wake this land and stop the sea Show me love, unlock All doors I'm yours"
Then the tide rolls up to shore I whisper low, "I love you more More than even you could know" Adore me do so I could show
Glendora Composer(s): Ray Stanley Performer(s): Perry Como; and various other artists
I'm in love with a dolly named Glendora She works in the winda' of a big department store-a Eyes of blue, hair like gold Never been young, but she'll never get old Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
Oh, Glendora Oh, Glendora Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
She's so shy that I don't know how I found her With three big body guards always working around her One just nods, and two just grins and three's got a mouth full of safety pins Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
(You, more of you Oh, Glendora Oh, Glendora Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you More of you)
I stand left, and I stand right Out of my head, 'cause I'm out of sight Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
Late last night at the store they did some changin' And I stood watchin' when they started re-arrangin' She lost her wig, she lost her arms And when they got through She lost all of her charms Oh, Glendora, what did they do to you
(What'd they do What'd they do What'd they do Oh, oh, Glendora Oh, Glendora Or, Glendora, oh, what did they do to you What'd they do What'd they do What'd they do Oh, oh, Glendora Oh, oh, Glendora Oh, Glendora, oh, what did they do to you Do to you Oh, what did they do to you)
Mr. Custer Composer(s): Fred Darian; Al DeLory; Joseph Van Winkle Performer(s): Larry Verne; Charlie Drake
(That famous day in history) (The men of the 7th Cavalry went riding on) (And from the rear a voice was heard) (A brave young man with a trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here?
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go Hey, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go I had a dream last night about the comin' fight Somebody yelled "Attack!" And there I stood with a arrow in my back
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (Forward, Ho-o-o-o-o!) Oooohhhh
Look at them bushes out there, they're movin' And there's a injun behind every one Hey, Mr. Custer, you mind if I be excused the rest of the afternoon? Hey Charlie, Duck Yer Head!! (Sound of arrow whizzing by) Hmm, you're a little bit late on that one, Charlie Whooh, I bet that smarts!
(They were sure of victory (The men of the 7th Cavalry, as they rode on) (But then from the rear a voice was heard) (That same brave voice with the trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here?
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go Listen, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go There's a redskin waitin' out there, just fixin to take my hair A coward I've been called, cuz I don't wanna wind up dead or bald
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (Forward, Ho-o-o-o-o!) Oooohhhh
I wonder what the injun word for friend is Let's see....friend.....kemo sabe, that's it Kemo Sabe!, Hey Out There, Kemo Sabe!
No, that itn't it Look at 'em out there Runnin' around like a bunch of wild Indians, heh-heh Nah, this ain't no time for jokin'
Glaub An Mich
((French Version: Sur Ma Vie (by Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Bader
Performer(s): Dalida
Glaub an mich ein ganzes leben lang Und vertrau auf mich ein ganzes leben lang Sagtest du zu mir und ich glaubte dir Und ich habe dir alles gegeben
Jeder tag war wie ein neues glück Jede stunde war voll liebe und musik Doch der traum zerrann Der so schön begann Warum hast du mir so wehgetan
Tausend mal hab ich gefragt Und du hast mir gesagt Nur du kannst mich verstehn Tausend mal versprach dein blick Ich weiss das grosse Glück Kann nie zu ende gehen
Ich bin dein trotz allem was geschah Denn ich gab mein wort bin immer für dich da Und ich liebe dich Und ich glaub an dich Nur an Dich ein ganzes leben lang
Ich bin dein an jedem neuen tag Ich bin dein solang ich deinen namen trag Ja-ich liebe dich Darum warte ich Wenn auch mancher schöne traum versank Nur auf dich ein ganzes leben lang
Talk To Me Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes
Well every night I see a light up in your window But every night you won't answer your door But although you won't ever let me in From the street I can see your silhouette sittin' close to him What must I do What does it take To get you to
Talk to me Until the night is over Talk to me Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah I got a full week's pay And baby I've been working hard each day I'm not asking for the world you see I'm just asking girl Talk to me
Well late at night I hear the music that you're playing soft and low Yes and late at night I see the two of you swayin', so close I don't understand darling what was my sin Why am I down here below while you're up there with him What did I do What did I say What must I pay To get you to
Talk to me Until the night is over Talk to me Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah I got a full week's pay And baby I've been working hard each day I'm not asking for the world you see I'm just asking girl Talk to me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't understand darling what was my sin Why am I down here below while you're up there with him What did I do What did I say What must I pay To get you to
Talk to me Until the night is over Talk to me Well until the night is over, yeah yeah yeah I got a full week's pay And baby I've been working hard each day I'm not asking for the world you see I'm down on my bended knees I'm just asking darling please won't you Talk to me
Tequila aquavit Un glass securit Pour prendre ton clit A jeun je trouve ça limite J'ai besoin d'une bit Ure bien composite
Tequila aquavit Je recherche Aphrodite Froideur explicite Ouais j'y vais sans hésit- Ation mais pas d'excit- Ation climax exit
Tequila aquavit Que de langues sodomites De doigts troglodytes Des plombes que je te visite Absence de coït O.Kay on est quitte
Toi tu l'prends comme un rit- Uel un plan habit- Uel plus rien ne t excite A jeun je trouve ça limite J'ai besoin d'une bit- Ure bien composite
Tequila aquavit Mon verre securit Eclate en petites Particules j'évite De les mettre en orbite Sur ta chrysalide
Tequila aquavit Plus de glass securit Pour prendre ton clit Je ne sais ce que nécessitent Ton con et ton clit Je suis perdu j'hésite
Oh et puis merde je quitte Tes muqueuses shit J'ouvre mon lexique Mallarmé dixit Je cite Et dans ses jambes où la victime se couche Levant une peau noire ouverte sous le crin Avance le palais de cette étrange bouche Pâle et rose comme un coquillage marin
Mr. Businessman Composer(s): Ray Stevens Originally performed by: Ray Stevens Covered by various other artists
Itemize the things you covet As you squander through your life Bigger cars, bigger houses Term insurance for your wife Tuesday evenings with your harlot And on Wednesdays it's your charlatan analyst, he's high upon your list
You've got air conditioned sinuses And dark disturbing doubts about religion And you keep those cards and letters going out While your secretary's tempting you Your morals are exempting you from guilt and shame Heaven knows you're not to blame
You better, take care of business Mr. Businessman What's your plan? Get down to business Mr. Businessman if you can Before it's too late and you throw your life away
Did you see your children growing up today And did you hear the music of their laughter As they set about to play Did you catch the fragrance of those roses in your garden Did the morning sunlight warm your soul, Brighten up your day Do you qualify to be alive or is the limit of your senses so as only to survive Hey yeah.....
Spending counterfeit incentive Wasting precious time and health Placing value on the worthless Disregarding priceless wealth You can wheel and deal the best of them And steal it from the rest of them You know the score, their ethics are a bore
Eighty-six anesthetic crutches prop you to the top Where the smiles are all synthetic And the ulcers never stop When they take that final inventory, Yours will be the same sad story everywhere No one will really care, no one more lonely than This rich important man, let's have your autograph Endorse your epitaph
You better, take care of business Mr. Businessman What's your plan? Get down to business Mr. Businessman if you can
Glass Onion Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney Performer(s): The Beatles; and various other artists
I told you about strawberry fields You know the place where nothing is real Well here's another place you can go Where everything flows Looking through the bent backed tulips To see how the other half live Looking through a glass onion
I told you about the walrus and me, man You know that we're as close as can be, man Well here's another clue for you all The walrus is Paul Standing on the cast iron shore, yeah Lady Madonna trying to make ends meet, yeah Looking through a glass onion Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Looking through a glass onion
I told you about the fool on the hill I tell you man he's living there still Well here's another place you can be Listen to me Fixing a hole in the ocean Tryin' to make a dovetail joint Looking through a glass onion
Talk That Talk Composer(s): Al Kasha - Hank Hunter - Sidney Wyche Performer(s): Jackie Wilson; Louie & the Ambassadors
Shooby do do wop do Shooby do do wop do
You ought to see my baby Walking down the isle with me Arm and arm with me It's a beautiful sight to see You ought to hear my lovin baby Whisper in my ear Tender words she knows I love to hear
Man, you ought to see her Walk that walk Gives me fever when she Talks that talk My baby just walks that walk talks that talk for me... woooo
Here she come now Walk that walk C'mon baby talk that talk My baby just walks that walk Talks that talk for me
She sets my soul on fire When ever she talks that talk She's so doggone fine When she tells me she's mine all mine I want the world to see my baby Maybe they will understand That she's my love I'm her lovin man
Man, watch her Walk that walk, c'mon baby talk that talk, my baby just walks that walk talks that talk for me Woooo Here she comes now walk that walk, c'mon woman talk that talk my baby just walks that walk talks that talk for me
Mr. Bojangles Composer(s): Jerry Jeff Walker Originally performed by: Jerry Jeff Walker Covered by various other artists
I knew a man, Bojangles and he danced for you In worn out shoes Silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants The old soft shoe He jumped so high He jumped so high Then he'd lightly touch down
I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was Down and out He looked to me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out He talked of life He talked of life He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped
He said his name, Bojangles and he danced a lick Across the cell He grabbed his pants, a better stance Oh, he jumped so high Then he clicked his heels He let go a laugh He let go a laugh Pushed back his clothes all around Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Dance
He danced for those in minstral shows and county fairs Throughout the south He spoke with tears of fifteen years how his dog and him Traveled about The dog up and died He up and died After twenty years he still grieves
He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks For drinks and tips But most the time I spend behind these county bars He said I drinks a bit He shook his head And as he shook his head I heard someone ask him please Please Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Mr. Bojangles Dance
Talk Talk Composer(s): Sean Bonniwell First release by: The Music Machine - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
I got me a complication And it's an only child Concernin' my reputation As something more than wild I know it serves me right But I can't sleep at night Have to hide my face Or go some other play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace
I won't cry out for justice Admit that I was wrong I'll stay in hibernation 'Til the talk subsides to gone My social life's a dud My name is really mud I'm up to here in lies Guess I'm down to size To size
Can't seem to talk about The things that bother me Seems to be What everybody has Against me Oh, oh, all right
Here's the situation And how it really stands I'm out of circulation I've all but washed my hands My social life's a dud My name is really mud I'm up to here in lies Guess I'm down to size To size
