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One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer


One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer
Composer(s): John Lee Hooker
Performer(s): John Lee Hooker;
and various other artists



One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
Hey mister bartender come here
I want another drink and I want it now

My baby she gone, she been gone two night
I ain't seen my baby since night before last
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer

(Spoken)
And then I sit there, gettin' high, mellow
Knocked out, feeling good and by the time
I looked on the wall at the old clock on the wall
By that time, it was ten thirty daddy

I looked down the bar, at the bartender
He said, "Now what do you want Johnny?"

One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer

Well my baby she gone, she been gone two night
I ain't seen my baby since night before last
I wanna get drunk till I'm off of my mind
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer

(Spoken)
And I sat there, gettin' high, stoned
Knocked out, and by the time
I looked on the wall, at the old clock again
And by that time, it was a quarter to two

Last call for alcohol, I said,
Hey mister bartender, what do you want?"

One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer

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As performed by George Thorogood:



Wanna tell you a story
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent
And out the door I went

So I goes to the landlady
I said, "You let me slide?"
I'll have the rent for you in a month
Next I don't know
So said let me slide it on you know people
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?"
I said, "No, can't find no job"
Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job"
Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner
Leaning up against a post"
I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day"
She said "That don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday"
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent
And out the door I went

So I go down the streets
Down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know
Can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said "Let me go and ask my wife"
He come out of the house
I could see it in his face
I know that was no
He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know"
I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too"
So I go back home
I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent
She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah"
And then she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go
I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go
She a-howlin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent
She ain't gonna get none of it
So I stop in the local bar you know people
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

But I'm sitting now at the bar
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last
Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Now by this time I'm plenty high,
You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week
Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me
One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

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One Bad Apple


One Bad Apple
Composer(s): George Jackson
Performer(s): The Osmonds;
and various other artists



I can tell you've been hurt
by that look on your face, girl
Some guy brought sad into your happy world
You need love, but you're afraid that if you give in
someone else will come along
and sock it to ya again
One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch, girl
Oh, give it one more try before you give up on love
One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch girl
Oh, I don't care what they say
I don't care what you heard
I could make you happy, baby
satisfy you, too
But how can I if you won't give me a chance
to prove my love to you?
Won't you just give me one chance?
I'll give you my guarantee that you won't be hurt again
One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch, girl
Oh, give it one more try
before you give up on love
One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch, girl
Oh, I don't care what they say
I don't care what you heard now
I've been noticing you, baby
for a long, long time
And I'm not ashamed to tell the world
that you really messed up my mind
Girl, to me you're like a dream come true
I'd rather hurt myself than to ever hurt you
One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch, girl
Oh, give it one more try
before you give up on love, girl
One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch, girl
Oh, I don't care what they say
I don't care what you heard now
One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch, girl....

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Mellow Down Easy


Mellow Down Easy
Composer(s): Willie Dixon
Originally performed by: Little Walter
Covered by various other artists



You jump, jump, here
You jump, jump, there
You jump, jump, jump
everywhere
Then you mellow down easy
Mellow down easy
You mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top

You shake, shake, here
You shake, shake, there
You shake, shake, shake
everywhere
Then you mellow down easy
Mellow down easy
You mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top

You wiggle, wiggle, here
You wiggle, wiggle, there
You wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
everywhere
Then you mellow down easy
Mellow down easy
You mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top

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One And Only Man


One And Only Man
Composer(s): Jim Capaldi; Steve Winwood
Performer(s): Steve Winwood; Guitar Shorty



Every time I see you, girl, it makes me feel so sad
Knowing you've been seeing some other guy
that treats you bad
Did you know I'm burning deep inside for you?
Just give me the chance now
and we can see it through
If you'll be my woman, I'll be your one and only man

Gonna take you with me far away from hearts of stone
We'll live in the country and raise some children of our own
I will be your lover, I will be your friend
I'll give you my loving, on that you can depend
If you'll be my woman, I'll be your one and only man

And there'll be no more crying, I'll make your dreams come true
You know I'll never turn my back on you

Take you to the city, girl, we're gonna buy some clothes
Dress you up so pretty and then we'll take in all the shows
Find a place that's jumping, where the music's tight
And we'll keep on dancing 'til the morning light
If you'll be my woman, I'll be your one and only man, oh yeah

If you'll be my woman, I'll be your man
Know I'm gonna give you everything I can
If you'll be my woman, I'll be your man,
There'll be no more running, gonna make a stand

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Melk En Honing


Melk En Honing
Composer(s): Rob Chrispijn; Henk Temming
Performer(s): Herman Van Veen



Op de dag van jouw ontstaan
Had je moeder juist haar C & A'tje aan
En je vader droeg een grijze suede jasje
Samen zijn ze op die zondag Artis in gegaan
Verbaasd dat 't zo zacht was voor de tijd van 't jaar
Ze keken naar de dieren in de kooi en naar elkaar
Verlegen schoof je moeder dichterbij
Waar zij geen naam voor kon bedenken, dat werd jij
Je vader was die dag de prins, je moeder een prinses
Gezegend door een zonnekoning
Werd jij de bekroning op per ongeluk-expres

Op de dag van jouw ontstaan waren alle bomen net begonnen
Zich op te maken voor een nieuwe lente
Die al weken in de lucht hing, maar toen van start kon gaan
Je vader was een zwijger maar hij praatte honderduit
Je moeder, in de schaduw, genoot van zijn geluid
En 't vreemd geluksgevoel daarbij
Waar zij geen naam voor kon bedenken, dat werd jij

Jouw vader was die dag de prins, je moeder een prinses
In een land van melk en honing werd jij
De beloning, per ongeluk-expres

En al hebben ze dan later, volgens jou
Elke fout gemaakt die mensen ook maar maken
Die eerste keer schreeuwden mussen 't van de daken
En was de hemel van 't allerDelftste blauw

Op de dag van jouw ontstaan
Stonden ze, als bij afspraak, op
En in een omgebouwde zolderkamer
Die 't daglicht nog verdragen kon
Heeft ze haar jurk toen uitgedaan
De hartstocht en de aandacht waar 't later aan ontbrak
Gaf hen vleugels, en ze vlogen hoog boven het dak
Getekend voor 't leven, allebei
't Beste dat ze konden geven dat werd jij

Jouw vader was die dag een prins, je moeder de prinses
Aanbeden op een bovenwoning
Jij werd de bekroning op per ongeluk-expres

Jouw vader was die dag een prins, je moeder de prinses
Aanbeden op een bovenwoning
Jij werd de bekroning op per ongeluk-expres

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One And One Is Two


One And One Is Two
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Performer(s): The Beatles; Beatnix;
Graham Parker; The Strangers (with Mike Shannon)



One and one is two
What am I to do
Now that I'm in love with you
I'm hoping every day
I'm gonna hear you say
You really make my dreams come true

Can't you feel, when I'm holding you near
All the things I do
Show my love and I'm making it clear
One and one is two

One and one is two
What am I to do
Now that I'm in love with you
I'm hoping every day
I'm gonna hear you say
You really make my dreams come true

Can't you see, I loved you from the start
Don't you love me too?
I love you, but you're breaking my heart
From wanting you

One and one is two
What am I to do
Now that I'm in love with you
I'm hoping every day
I'm gonna hear you say
You really make my dreams come true

If you say that you're gonna be mine
Everything's alright
All the world would look so fine

One and one is two
What am I to do
Now that I'm in love with you
I'm hoping every day
I'm gonna hear you say
You're really make my dreams
You're really make my dreams
You're really make my dreams come true

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Mélissa


Mélissa
Composer(s): David McNeil; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc



Mélissa, métisse d'Ibiza
Vit toujours dévêtue
Dites jamais que je vous ai dit ça
Ou Mélissa me tue...
Le matin derrière ses canisses
alors qu'elle est moitié-nue
Sur les murs devant chez Mélissa
Y a tout plein d'inconnus

"Descendez, ça, c'est défendu!
Oh! c'est indécent!"
Elle crie mais bien entendu
Personne ne descend...
Sous la soie de sa jupe fendue
En zoom en gros-plans
Tout un tas d'individus
Filment, Noirs et Blancs...

Mélissa, métisse d'Ibiza
A des seins tout pointus
Dites jamais que je vous ai dit ça
Ou Mélissa me tue...

"Descendez, ça c'est défendu
Mater chez les gens!"
Elle crie mais bien entendu
Y a jamais d'agent...
Elle crie, c'est du temps perdu
Personne ne l'entend...
La police c'est tous des vendus
Dix ans qu'elle attend

Mélissa, métisse d'Ibiza
A toujours sa vertu
Dites jamais que je vous ai dit ça
Ou Mélissa me tue...

Ouh! Matez ma métisse
Ouh! Ma métisse est nue
Ouh! Matez ma métisse
Ouh! Ma métisse est nue

Mélissa, métisse d'Ibiza
Vit toujours dévêtue
Dites jamais que je vous ai dit ça
Je vous ai jamais vu

Le matin derrière ses canisses
alors je vends des longues-vues
Mais si jamais Mélissa sait ça
Là, c'est moi qui vous tue...

Ouh! Matez ma métisse
Ouh! Ma métisse est nue
Ouh! Matez ma métisse
Ouh! Ma métisse est nue...

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One And One Is One


One And One Is One
Composer(s): John Fiddler
Performer(s): Medicine Head



Don't need nobody just me and you
Like the way you walk
Like the things you do
Got no confusion with you by my side
And when It's time to go I'm satisfied

Oh one and one is one
Oh one and one is one

So let it ride yeh let it be
In this old world just you and me
We'll go flying each and every night
Carry your picture on every flight

Oh one and one is one
Oh one and one is one

And when I call you on that telephone

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Melissa


Melissa
Composer(s): Steve Alaimo; Gregg Allman
Performer(s): The Allman Brothers Band



Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow, having fun
But, back home he'll always run
To sweet Melissa
Mmmm-hmmm

Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same
And no one knows the gypsy's name
And no one hears his lonely sighs
There are no blankets where he lies
Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
With sweet Melissa
Mmmm-hmmm

Again, the mornin's come
Again, he's on the run
A sunbeam's shinin through his hair
Fear not to have a care
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on
Roll on

Crossroads, will you ever let him go?
Lord, Lord
Or will you hide the dead man's ghost?
Or will he lie, beneath the clay?
Or will his spirit float away?
But, I know that he won't stay
Without Melissa
Yes, I know that he won't stay, yeah
Without Melissa
Lord, Lord, it's all the same
Mmmmm-hmmmmm

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One Alone


One Alone
Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg;
Oscar Hammerstein II; Otto Harbach
Performer(s): Bing Crosby;
and various other artists



I have heard all you've been saying
Yet I will love in my own way

Lonely as a desert breeze
I may wonder where I please
Yet I keep on longing
Just to rest a while

Where a sweetheart's tender eyes
Take the place of sand and skies
All the World forgotten
In one Woman's smile

One alone, to be my own
I alone, to know her caresses
One to be, eternally
The one my worshipping soul possesses

At her call, I'd give my all
All my life and all my love enduring
This would be a magic World to me
If she were mine alone

One alone, to be my own
I alone, to know her caresses
One to be, eternally
The one my worshipping soul possesses

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Melinda (More Or Less)


Melinda (More Or Less)
Composer(s): Sonja Kristina Linwood
Performer(s): Curved Air; Sonja Kristina



Lovely lady, falling, laughing down the glory of a rainbow
Lovely lady, reaching, crying for the comfort of the day-glow
Melinda, more or less, Melinda, more or less, in dreams

But if and when she wakes again she knows it all begins again
Sleeping, waking, rising, falling, dumb but calling out to deafened friends
That's how it ends, Melinda, more or less, in dreams
Melinda, more or less, Melinda, more or less, in dreams

Fade, Melinda, fade into fantasy
Tell them you won't be played like any other instrument of fate
Fade, Melinda, fade into your fantasy
Tell them you're not prepared to wait for your dream of the end
Melinda, more or less, in dreams

Lovely lady, falling, laughing down the glory of a rainbow
Lovely lady, reaching, screaming for the comfort of the day-glow
Melinda, more or less, Melinda, more or less, in dreams

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One (Harry Nilsson)


One Composer(s): Harry Nilsson First release by: Harry Nilsson - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists



One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do Two can be as bad as one It's the loneliest number since the number one No is the saddest experience you'll ever know Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know 'Cause one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do One is the loneliest number, whoa-oh, worse than two It's just no good anymore since you went away Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday One is the loneliest number One is the loneliest number One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do One is the loneliest One is the loneliest One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do It's just no good anymore since you went away (number) One is the loneliest (number) One is the loneliest (number) One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do (number) One is the loneliest (number) One is the loneliest (number) One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do (number) One...! (one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do) (number) One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do (number) One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

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Melinda (Barbra Streisand & Yves Montand)


Melinda
Composer(s): Burton Lane; Alan Jay Lerner
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand & Yves Montand



This is a dream Melinda
Just a mirage, so they say
This whole affair they all declare
Was dreamed every step of the way
You're a mere dream, Melinda
Out for a gaily loose spin
Telling me lies before my eyes
of days that never have been
There's no Melinda, they say for sure
But don't go Melinda
I know and you know
That you're no mere dream, Melinda
Gone when the dawn gleam is through
You and I know that long ago
before the dream there was you
There was, was you

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Onderweg


Onderweg
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot



Nu valt de nacht
Zacht als de sneeuw
En alles staat stil
In de kou
Valt er van ver
Een ster op mijn pad
Dan neem ik hem mee voor jou
Stilstaan in 't woud
Donker en oud
De sparren versteend
Op wacht
Het licht komt van ver
Van lichtjaren her
En ik ben onderweg
Nu is de nacht
Zacht als de sneeuw
En alles staat stil in de kou
Ik draag een ster
Van ver in m'n hand
Ik ben onderweg naar jou
Nu valt de nacht
Zacht als de sneeuw
En alles staat stil In de kou
Ik draag een ster
Van ver in m'n hand
Ik ben onderweg naar jou

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Oh Lady Mary


Oh Lady Mary
Composer(s): M. Bukey; P. Carli; L. Missir
Originally performed by: David-Alexandre Winter
Covered by: Peter Alexander; Dalida



Oh Lady Mary petite fille aux yeux bleus
Oh Lady Mary tu n'tais pour lui qu'un jeu
Oh Lady Mary l'aube de chaque nuit
Oh Lady Mary un nouveau jour vient sans bruit
Petite fille brise les chanes de l'ennui
Tu es jolie et ta fracheur salue la vie
Oh Lady Mary regarde autour de toi
Oh Lady Mary tous les trsors que tu as
La mer et le ciel, la vie les a fait pour toi
Oh Lady Mary tous ces cadeaux sont toi

Oh Lady Mary
la la la la.....
Oh Lady Mary
la la la la.....

Petite fille oublie tes pleurs aime la vie
Elle est jolie ouvre tes yeux ses folies
Oh Lady Mary donne ton cour au printemps
Oh Lady Mary joue le jeu de tes vingt ans
Oh Lady Mary le bonheur est comme un enfant
Oh Lady Mary il grandit avec le temps
La la la la la........

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Onde É Que Você Estava


Onde É Que Você Estava
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Hoje eu tenho a minha lira
Tenho paz, não admira
Que você venha me procurar
Os meus males são pequenos
Vivo bem, não é pra menos
Que você vem me encontrar
Mas quando eu tanto precisava
Meu amor, como é que é
Onde é que você estava
Onde é que você estava

Pelas tardes, sempre em vão, procurei
Fiz alarde de paixão que penei
Pela ruas tortas
Que eu percorria
Vi bater as portas
Vi morrer os dias
Pelas noites sem luar, eu errei
Pelas tantas da manhã, eu cansei
Não restou mais nada
Das lembranças minhas
Nas encruzilhadas
Nem nas entrelinhas

Mas agora eu tenho a lira (etc.)

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Mélanie


Mélanie
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Les chansons de salle de garde
Ont toujours été de mon goût
Et je suis bien malheureux, car de
Nos jours on n'en crée plus beaucoup
Pour ajouter au patrimoine
Folklorique des carabins
Folklorique des carabins
J'en ai fait une, putain de moine
Plaise à Dieu qu'elle plaise aux copains
Plaise à Dieu qu'elle plaise aux copains

Ancienne enfant d'Marie-salope
Mélanie, la bonne au curé
Dedans ses trompes de Fallope
S'introduit des cierges sacrés
Des cierges de cire d'abeille
Plus onéreux, mais bien meilleurs
Plus onéreux, mais bien meilleurs
Dame! la qualité se paye
À Saint-Sulpice, comme ailleurs
À Saint-Sulpice, comme ailleurs

Quand son bon maître lui dit: "Est-ce
Trop vous demander Mélanie
De n'user, par délicatesse
Que de cierges non encore bénits?"
Du tac au tac, elle réplique
Moi, je préfère qu'ils le soient
Moi, je préfère qu'ils le soient
Car je suis bonne catholique
Elle a raison, ça va de soi
Elle a raison, ça va de soi

Elle vous emprunte un cierge à Pâques
Vous le rend à la Trinité
Non, non, non, ne me dites pas que
C'est normal de tant le garder
Aux obsèques d'un con célèbre
Sur la bière, ayant aperçu
Sur la bière, ayant aperçu
Un merveilleux cierge funèbre
Elle partit à cheval dessus
Elle partit à cheval dessus

Son mari, pris dans la tempête
La Paimpolaise était en train
De vouer, c'était pas si bête
Un cierge au patron des marins.
Ce pieux flambeau qui vacille
Mélanie se l'est octroyé
Mélanie se l'est octroyé
Alors le saint, cet imbécile
Laissa le marin se noyer
Laissa le marin se noyer

Les bons fidèles qui désirent
Garder pour eux, sur le chemin
Des processions, leur bout de cire
Doiv'nt le tenir à quatre mains
Car quand elle s'en mêl', sainte vierge,
Elle cause un désastre, un malheur
Elle cause un désastre, un malheur
La Saint-Barthélemy des cierges
C'est le jour de la Chandeleur
C'est le jour de la Chandeleur

Souvent quand elle les abandonne
Les cierges sont périmés
La saint' famill' nous le pardonne
Plus moyen de les rallumer
Comme ell' remue, comme elle se cabre
Comme elle fait des soubresauts
Comme elle fait des soubresauts
En retournant au candélabre
Ils sont souvent en p'tits morceaux
Ils sont souvent en p'tits morceaux

Et comme elle n'est pas de glace
Parfois quand elle les restitue
Et qu'on veut les remettre en place
Ils sont complètement fondus
Et comme en outre elle n'est pas franche
Il arrive neuf fois sur dix
Il arrive neuf fois sur dix
Qu'sur un chandelier à sept branches
Elle n'en rapporte que six
Elle n'en rapporte que six

Mélanie à l'heure dernière
A peu de chances d'être élue
Aux culs bénits de cett' manière
Aucune espèce de salut
Aussi, chrétiens, mes très chers frères
C'est notre devoir, il est temps
C'est notre devoir, il est temps
De nous employer à soustraire
Cette âme aux griffes de Satan
Cette âme aux griffes de Satan

Et je propose qu'on achète
Un cierge abondamment béni
Qu'on fera brûler en cachette
En cachette de Mélanie
En cachette car cette salope
Serait fichue d'se l'enfoncer
Serait fichue d'se l'enfoncer
Dedans ses trompes de Fallope
Et tout s'rait à recommencer
Et tout s'rait à recommencer

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Onda Su Onda


Onda Su Onda
Composer(s): Paolo Conte
Performer(s): Paolo Conte; Bruno Lauzi



Che notte buia che c'è... povero me, povero me...
che acqua gelida qua, nessuno più mi salverà...
son caduto dalla nave son caduto
mentre a bordo c'era il ballo...

Onda su onda
il mare mi porterà
alla deriva
in balia di una sorte bizzarra e cattiva...
onda su onda,
mi sto allontanando ormai...
la nave è una lucciola persa nel blu...
mai più mi salverò...

Sara, ti sei accorta?
Stai già danzando insieme a lui...
con gli occhi chiusi ti stringi a lui...
Sara... ma non importa...

Stupenda l'isola è... il clima è dolce intorno a me,
ci sono palme e bambù... è un luogo pieno di virtù...
steso al sole ad asciugarmi il corpo e il viso
guardo in faccia il paradiso...

Onda su onda
il mar mi ha portato qui:
ritmi, canzoni
donne di sogno, banane, lamponi...
onda su onda
mi sono ambientato ormai...
il naufragio mi ha dato la felicità che tu
non mi sai dar...

Sara, ti sei accorta?
Tu stai danzando insieme a lui...
con gli occhi chiusi ti stringi a lui...
Sara... ma non importa...

Onda su onda...

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Mélancolie


Mélancolie
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil



Il y a des jours où, quand le jour se lève
On voudrait rentrer tout au fond d'un rêve
Et puis, soudain, lorsque le clocher sonne
Il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne

Alors, on ferme les yeux un instant
Quand on les rouvre, tout est comme avant
Les gens vous voient et leur regard s'étonne
Il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne

Comme au milieu d'un cinéma désert
On rembobine et tout passe à l'envers
Et quand on pense aux gens qu'on abandonne
Il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne

La la la la la la
La la la
La la la...

Ouvrir son cœur à tous les vents qui passent
Et, qu'un matin, tous les chagrins s'effacent
Pour oublier, dans le bonheur qu'on donne
Qu'il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne

Qu'il y a des jours où, quand le jour se lève
Ou voudrait rentrer tout au fond des rêves
Et s'endormir lorsque le clocher sonne
Il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne

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Oncle Archibald


Oncle Archibald
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Barbara



O vous, les arracheurs de dents
Tous les cafards, les charlatans
Les prophètes
Comptez plus sur oncle Archibald
Pour payer les violons du bal
A vos fêtes

En courant sus à un voleur
Qui venait de lui chiper l'heure
A sa montre
Oncle Archibald, coquin de sort!
Fit, de Sa Majesté la Mort
La rencontre

Telle un' femm' de petit' vertu
Elle arpentait le trottoir du
Cimetière
Aguichant les hommes en troussant
Un peu plus haut qu'il n'est décent
Son suaire

Oncle Archibald, d'un ton gouailleur
Lui dit: "Va-t'en fair' pendre ailleurs
Ton squelette
Fi! des femelles décharnees!
Vive les belles un tantinet
Rondelettes!"

Lors, montant sur ses grands chevaux
La Mort brandit la longue faux
D'agronome
Qu'elle serrait dans son linceul
Et faucha d'un seul coup, d'un seul
Le bonhomme

Comme il n'avait pas l'air content
Elle lui dit: "Ça fait longtemps
Que je t'aime
Et notre hymen à tous les deux
Etait prévu depuis le jour de
Ton baptême

"Si tu te couches dans mes bras
Alors la vie te semblera
Plus facile
Tu y seras hors de portée
Des chiens, des loups, des homm's et des
Imbéciles

"Nul n'y contestera tes droits
Tu pourras crier "Vive le roi!"
Sans intrigue
Si l'envi' te prend de changer
Tu pourras crier sans danger
"Vive la Ligue!"

"Ton temps de dupe est révolu
Personne ne se paiera plus
Sur ta bête
Les "Plaît-il, maître?" auront plus cours
Plus jamais tu n'auras à courber la tête"

Et mon oncle emboîta le pas
De la belle, qui ne semblait pas
Si féroce
Et les voilà, bras d'ssus, bras d'ssous
Les voilà partis je n' sais où
Fair' leurs noces

O vous, les arracheurs de dents
Tous les cafards, les charlatans
Les prophètes
Comptez plus sur oncle Archibald
Pour payer les violons du bal
A vos fêtes

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