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Il Miscredente


Il Miscredente
((Adapted from: Le Mécréant (Georges Brassens) - 1960))
Composer(s): Georges Brassens - Nanni Svampa
Performer(s): Nanni Svampa - 2004



Dicono che oggigiorno, e me lo dico anch'io
niente è più scandaloso di non credere in dio

Mi piacerebbe proprio essere come te
felice come un papa e pirla come un re

Un mio dirimpettaio, un certo Blaise Pascal
mi ha dato dei consigli per incominciar

"Mettiti giù in gionocchio, implora, prega e vai
se fingerai di creder presto crederai"

Allora sai che ho fatto? Ho scelto il mio calvario
mattina, giorno e sera in giro col rosario

Intanto tra le ortiche vedo spuntare un saio
proprio della mia taglia! Me lo infilo e "ciao"

Chitarra sulle spalle, capello ben rasato
verso la mia salvezza eccomi lanciato

Ma dopo due passi incontro sei bigotte
che tutte emozionate quasi fanno a botte

Per dirmi "Reverendo, ci canti qualche cosa
di veramente sacro cui la fede è sposa!"

Grattando con fervore le corde con le dita
prima canto "Il gorilla" e poi "Donne di vita"

Gridando "All'impostore" "Al vile" ed "Al bastardo"
voglion tagliarmi i cosi come ad Abelardo

Mi toccherà, chissà, andare nel Kuwait
ad ingrossar le fila degli eunuchi in "tait"

Oppure tra i cantori, con voce bianca anch'io
potrò cantar sereno le mie lodi a dio

Sentendo quel baccano ecco arrivare là
per mia fortuna una dama di carità

"E' pieno di figheta di rammolliti e gay
salviamo chi ha i coglioni se no sono guai"

Così m'han liberato convinte più che mai
poi m'hanno applaudito e m'hanno detto "Vai!"

Per conquistare il cielo non alzerò una suola
se vuol venir la fede, venga, ma da sola

Non ho ammazzato mai, neppure ho violentato
e da due anni circa non ho più scippato

E se l'eterno esiste, vede che in fondo anch'io
non mi comporto peggio di chi ha fede in dio

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Birds Of Paradise


Birds Of Paradise
Composer(s): Chrissie Hynde
Performer(s): Pretenders



Who are you
who am I? Is it real
do we touch the sky?
Nothing's real - all disguise
said the birds of paradise
I'm afraid
can't you see
tell me where do you carry me
You will soon realize
said the birds of paradise
Flying home
flying home to the land that
you once have known

To the peace that once was
true for a little girl
like you
Flying home
flying home from a world
that is made of stone
Till your heart is light
and free like it once was
meant to be
How can I go ahead when my
eyes are becoming wet?
Save your tears - dry your eyes
said the birds of paradise
But the times passing by
say how long do we have to fly?
Moon will set, sun will rise
said the birds of paradise
Flying home
flying home to the land that
you once have known

Flying home
flying home from a world
that is made of stone
Till your heart is light
and free like it once was
meant to be
Hear the sound
see the light
now I know that our way was right
Morning sun can make you wise
said the birds of paradise
Birds of paradise

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Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti


Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
First release by: Georges Brassens - 1952
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - Il Cattivo Soggetto Pentito (by Beppe Chierici)
1985 - A Sinner Repents (by Graeme Allwright)
2004 - Il Mascalzone Pentito (by Nanni Svampa)



Elle avait la taill' faite au tour
Les hanches pleines
Et chassait l' mâle aux alentours
De la Mad'leine...
A sa façon d' me dir': "Mon rat
Est-c' que j' te tente?"
Je vis que j'avais affaire à
Un' débutante...

L'avait l' don, c'est vrai, j'en conviens
L'avait l' génie
Mais sans technique, un don n'est rien
Qu'un' sal' manie...
Certes, on ne se fait pas putain
Comme on s' fait nonne
C'est du moins c' qu'on prêche, en latin
À la Sorbonne...

Me sentant rempli de pitié
Pour la donzelle
J' lui enseignai, de son métier
Les p'tit's ficelles...
J' lui enseignai l' moyen d' bientôt
Faire fortune
En bougeant l'endroit où le dos
R'ssemble à la lune...

Car, dans l'art de fair' le trottoir
Je le confesse
Le difficile est d' bien savoir
Jouer des fesses...
On n' tortill' pas son popotin
D' la mêm' manière
Pour un droguiste, un sacristain
Un fonctionnaire...

Rapidement instruite par
Mes bons offices
Elle m'investit d'une part
D' ses bénéfices...
On s'aida mutuellement
Comm' dit l' poète
Ell' était l' corps, naturell'ment
Puis moi la tête...

Un soir, à la suite de
Manœuvres douteuses
Ell' tomba victim' d'une
Maladie honteuses...
Lors, en tout bien, toute amitié
En fille probe
Elle me passa la moitié
De ses microbes...

Après des injections aiguës
D'antiseptique
J'abandonnai l' métier d' cocu
Systématique...
Elle eut beau pousser des sanglots
Braire à tu'-tête
Comme je n'étais qu'un salaud
J' me fis honnête...

Sitôt privé' de ma tutell'
Ma pauvre amie
Courrut essuyer du bordel
Les infamies...
Paraît qu'ell' s' vend même à des flics
Quell' décadence!
Y a plus d' moralité publiqu'
Dans notre France...

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Birds Of A Feather


Birds Of A Feather
Composer(s): Joe South
Paul Revere & the Raiders



I remember back a long time ago
in the days of my childhood
In the evening when the sun was sinking low
walking in the wildwood
Skippin' and flippin' through the flowers
we'd go hand in hand
Looking back on all the happy hours
anyone could understand

(chorus)
you and me, babe
Sure 'nuff got to be, babe
birds of a feather
We should be together
like birds of a feather
Got to be together
like birds of a feather

You and I didn't have a lot of friends
didn't have too much to say
So they never would let us join in
all the games they used to play
Seems like it was only yesterday
down at Lincoln Junior High
I remember what the kids used to say
as we'd go strolling by

(chorus)

Time goes rolling by
They say that you and I must go our separate ways
But birds of a feather will always be together

Your folks didn't want me hanging 'round
Said that I was bad for you
So we'd meet on the other side of town
down a long dark avenue
But they can't keep the two of us apart
as long as you really love me
I got a feeling way down in my heart
that's the way it's gonna be

(chorus)

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Il Cattivo Soggetto Pentito


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 (Neil Young)


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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Le Mauvais Rêve


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 (Elton John)


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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Le Mauvais Matelot


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 (Weather Report)


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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Le Mauvais Larron


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 (Patti Smith)


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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Mauvais Garçon


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 (Chubby Checker)


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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Le Marteau D'or


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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Birdcall Morning


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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Le Mari De Mama


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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Bird Song


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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Le Marché Aux Puces


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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Bird On The Wire


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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