Donderdag 17 augustus 2006
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Donderdag 17 augustus 2006
Blackheart Man
Blackheart Man
Composer(s): Bunny O'Riley
Performer(s): Bunny Wailer
Tikya the Blackheart Man, children
I say, don't go near him
Tikya the Blackheart Man children
For even lions fear him
For even lions fear him
Growing in a neighbourhood for such along time
That is filled with fear
I can't go here, can't go there
And I ain't supposed to go anywhere
When I ask my Mom if she could let me go out and play
She said be careful of the stranger
Giving candies to children
And then take them away
He lives in the gullies of the city
He's the Blackheart Man (The blackheart Man)
Even in the lonely parts of the country
He's the Blackheart Man, Blackheart Man
Got no friend, no home, no family
He's the Blackheart 'Man, The Blackheart Man
He is famed to live just like the Gypsy
He's the Blackheart 'Man, The Blackheart Man
Growing and learning and gathering, for myself a little more
experience jumping over the fence
Curiousity has brought me yes it's brought me, a little common-sense
Trodding the road of life, I've come to this one conclusion
That everything is equal under the sun, all that is createdby Jah's mighty hand
And he said knock and it shall be opened
Seek and Ye shall find that wisdom is found in the simplest of places
In the nick of time, knock and it shall be opened
Seek and ye shall find that wisdom is found in the simplest of places, in the nick of time
and now I trod the same road of aflictions
just like the Blackheart Man, just like the Blackheart Man
Getting my share of humiliation just like the Blackheart Man
Just like the Blackheart Man
You'll find me even in the prison of the dungeons
just like the Blackheart Man, just like the the Blackheart Man
I even get blamed without a reason just like the Blackheart Man
Just like the Blackheart man yau
No cross, no crown, no sorrow, no trial and crosses In-a-I way
But the hotter the battle is the sweeter Jah Jah victory
Ancient children use to say if you want good
Your nose got to run run run
How could the world go free, and let Jah bear the cross alone
And them that drink of the old wine hath no place for the new
For the new and the stones that are head of the corner
are the same ones that the builders refused
Now, it's the Blackheart Man, children
Who've become the wonder of the city
Who've become the wonder of the city
Woensdag 16 augustus 2006
Le Petit Chevalier
Le Petit Chevalier
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico
Je suis le petit chevalier
Avec le ciel dessus mes yeux
Je ne peux pas me effroyer
Je suis le petit chevalier
Avec la terre dessous mes pieds
J'irai te visiter
J'irai te visiter
Woensdag 16 augustus 2006
Black-Eyed Susan
Black-Eyed Susan
(Traditional)
All in the dawn the fleet was moor'd
The streamers waving to the wind
When Black-eyed Susan came on board
Oh where shall I my true love find?
Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true
If my sweet William, if my sweet William
Sails among your crew?
Oh William, who high upon the yard
Rocked with the billows to and fro
Soon as her well-known voice he heard
He sigh'd and cast his eyes below
The cord slides swiftly thro' his glowing hands
And as quick as lightning, and as quick as lightning
On the deck he stands
So sweet the lark, high poised in air
Shuts close his pinions to his breast
If, chance, his mate's shrill voice he hear
And drops at once into her nest
The noblest captain in the British fleet
Might envy William, might envy William's
Lip those kisses sweet
'Oh Susan, Susan, lovely dear!
My vows shall ever true remain
Let me kiss off that falling tear
We only part to meet again
Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be
The faithful compass, the faithful compass
That still points to thee
'Oh, believe not what the landsmen say
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind
They'll tell thee sailors when away
In every port a mistress find
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so
For thou art present, for thou art present
Wheresoe'er I go
If to fair India's coast we sail
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright
Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale
Thy skin as ivory so white
Thus every beauteous object that I view
Wakes in my soul, wakes in my soul
Some charm of lovely Sue'
Though battle call me from thy arms
Let not my pretty Susan mourn
Though cannon roar, yet safe from harms
William shall to his dear return
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly
Lest precious tears, lest precious tears
Should drop from Susan's eye
The boatswain gave the dreadful word
Her sails their swelling bosom spread
No longer can she stay on board
They kissed, she sighed, he hung his head
Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land
'Adieu,' she cries, 'Adieu,' she cries
And waved her lily hand
Dinsdag 15 augustus 2006
Le Petit Cheval
Le Petit Cheval
Composer(s): Georges Brassens - Paul Fort
Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Maxime le Forestier
Le petit cheval dans le mauvais temps
Qu'il avait donc du courage
C'était un petit cheval blanc
Tous derrière et lui devant
Il n'y avait jamais de beau temps
Dans ce pauvre paysage
Il n'y avait jamais de printemps
Ni derrière ni devant
Mais toujours il était content
Menant les gars du village
A travers la pluie noire des champs
Tous derrière et lui devant
Sa voiture allait poursuivant
Sa belle petite queue sauvage
C'est alors qu'il était content
Tous derrière et lui devant
Mais un jour, dans le mauvais temps
Un jour qu'il était si sage
Il est mort par un éclair blanc
Tous derrière et lui devant
Il est mort sans voir le beau temps
Qu'il avait donc du courage
Il est mort sans voir le printemps
Ni derrière ni devant
Dinsdag 15 augustus 2006
Blackbird
Blackbird
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
Originally performed by: The Beatles - 1968
Covered by various other artists
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Maandag 14 augustus 2006
Le Petit Brouillard
Le Petit Brouillard
Composer(s): Francis Lai - Jacques Plante
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard
Qui vous transperce jusqu'aux os
Et qui se colle à votre peau
Il me semble le voir encore
Le soir où son copain du port
Lui apporta le faux passeport
Et son visa pour Buenos Aires
J'ignore ce qu'il avait fait
Je n'avais compris qu'une chose
Que sa dernière chance était
Qu'il prenne ce navire à l'aube
Et quand vint l'heure du départ
Je reçus son dernier regard
Dans le petit matin blafard
Déchiré par les sirènes
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard
Qui nous transperce jusqu'aux os
Et qui se colle à votre peau
La passerelle était levée
Et c'est quand je l'ai cru sauvé
Que des hommes sont arrivés
Et l'on fait redescendre à terre
J'ignore ce qu'il avait fait
Mais, pour ne pas me compromettre
Il passa menottes aux poignets
Sans avoir l'air de me connaître
Et depuis qu'ils l'ont emmené
Je pense à lui des jours entiers
En regardant les longs courriers
Diminuer et disparaître
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard
Toujours ce sale petit brouillard
Toujours ce sale petit cafard...
Maandag 14 augustus 2006
Blackberry Way
Blackberry Way
Italian Title: Tutta Mia La Città
Composer(s): Roy Wood
Originally performed by: The Move
Covered by various other artists
Blackberry way, absolutely pouring down with rain
It's a terrible day, up wih the lark
Silly girl I don't know what to say
She was running away
So now I'm standing on the corner
Lost in the things that I said
What am I supposd to do now
Chorus
Goodbye Blackberry Way, I can't see you, I don't need you
Goodbye Blackberry Way, syre to want me back another day
Down to the park, overgrowing but the trees are bare
There's a mmory there
Boats on the lake unattended
Now the laughter's drowned I'm incredibly down
Just like myself they are neglected, turn with my eyes to the wall
What am I supposed to do now
Chorus
Oooh-la Oooh-la oo Ooh
Oooh-la Oooh-la oo Ooh
Run for the train look behind you for she may be there
Said a thing in the air
Blackberry Way se the battle field of careless sins
Cast to the winds so full of emptiness without her
Lost in the words that I said
What am I supposed to do now
Chorus
(repeat)
Zondag 13 augustus 2006
Le P'tit Bonheur
Le P'tit Bonheur
((Italian Version: Il Piccolo Amore (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Félix Leclerc
Performer(s): Félix Leclerc
and multiple other artists
C'est un petit bonheur
Que j'avais ramassé
Il était tout en pleurs
Sur le bord d'un fossé
Quand il m'a vu passer
Il s'est mis à crier
Madame, ramassez-moi chez vous, amenez-moi
Mes frères m'ont oublié je suis tombé, je suis malade
Si vous n'me cueillez point je vais mourir quelle ballade
Je me ferai petit, tendre et soumis je vous le jure
Madame, je vous en prie délivrez-moi de ma torture
J'ai pris le p'tit bonheur
L'ai mis sous mes haillons
J'ai dit faut pas qu'il meurt
Viens donc dans ma maison
Alors le p'tit bonheur
A fait sa guérison
Sur le bord de mon cœur
Y avait une chanson
Mes jours, mes nuits, mes peines , mes veilles, mon mal, tout fut oublié
Ma vie de désœuvrée j'avais dégoût d'la recommencer
Quand il pleuvait dehors ou qu'mes amis amis m'faisaient des peines
J'prenais mon p'ti bonheur et j'lui disais c'est toi que j'aime
Mon bonheur a fleuri
Il a fait des bourgeons
C'était le paradis
Ça s'voyait sur mon front
Or un matin joli
Que je sifflais ce refrain
Mon bonheur est parti
Sans me donner la main
J'eu beau le supplier, le cajoler, lui faire des scènes
Lui montrer le grand trou qu'il me faisait au fond du cœur
Il s'en allait toujours la tête haute, sans joie sans haine
Comme s'il ne pouvait plus voir le soleil dans ma demeure
J'ai bien pensé mourir
De chagrin et d'ennui
J'avais cessé de rire
C'était toujours la nuit
Il me restait l'oubli
Il me restait l'mépris
Enfin que j'me suis dit
Il me reste la vie
J'ai repris mon bâton, mes deuils, mes peines et mes bagages
Et je bats la semelle dans des pays de malheureux
Aujourd'hui quand je pars à l'aventure et en voyage
Je fais un grand détour ou bien je me ferme les yeux
Je fais un grand détour ou bien je me ferme les yeux
Zondag 13 augustus 2006
Black, Brown And White
Black, Brown And White
Composer(s): Big Bill Broonzy
Performer(s): Big Bill Broonzy;
Brownie McGhee; Faith Nolan
This little song that I'm singin' about
People you know it's true
If you're black and gotta work for a living
This is what they will say to you
They says if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, stick around
But as you's black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back
I was in a place one night
They was all having fun
They was all byin' beer and wine
But they would not sell me none
They said if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, stick around
But if you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said if you was white, 't should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But as you black, m-mm boy, git back git back git back
I went to an employment office
Got a number 'n' I got in line
They called everybody's number
But they never did call mine
They said if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But as you black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back
I hope when sweet victory
With my plough and hoe
Now I want you to tell me brother
What you gonna do about the old Jim Crow?
Now if you was white, should be all right
If you was brown, could stick around
But if you black, whoa brother, git back git back git back
Zaterdag 12 augustus 2006
Le Pénitencier
Le Pénitencier
((Adapted from: The Rising Sun Blues (Traditional) - 17th Century; House Of The Rising Sun (by Libby Holman) - 1942))
Composer(s): Alan Price - Hugues Aufray - Vline Buggy
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Kuca Izlazeceg Sunca (by Miodrag Jevremovic)
1965 - La Casa Del Sole (by I Marcellos Ferial)
1989 - La Casa Del Sol Naciente (by Alejandra Guzmán)
Les portes du pénitencier
Bientôt vont se fermer
Et c'est là que je finirai ma vie
Comm'd'autres gars l'ont finie
Pour moi ma mère a donné
Sa robe de mariée
Peux-tu jamais me pardonner
Je t'ai trop fait pleurer
Le soleil n'est pas fait pour nous
C'est la nuit qu'on peut tricher
Toi qui ce soir a tout perdu
Demain tu peux gagner
O mères, écoutez-moi
Ne laissez jamais vos garçons
Seuls la nuit traîner dans les rues
Ils iront tout droit en prison
Toi la fille qui m'a aimé
Je t'ai trop fait pleurer
Les larmes de honte que tu as versées
Il faut les oublier
Les portes du pénitencier
Bientôt vont se fermer
Et c'est là que je finirai ma vie
Comm'd'autres gars l'ont finie
Zaterdag 12 augustus 2006
Black Water
Black Water
Composer(s): Patrick Simmons
Performer(s): The Doobie Brothers
Well, I built me a raft and she's ready for floatin'
ol' Mississippi, she's callin' my name
Catfish are jumpin' that paddle wheel thumpin'
Black water keeps rollin' on past just the same
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
(Old black water, keep on rollin')
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
(Old black water, keep on rollin')
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light, gonna make every thing
Pretty mama, gonna make everything all right
And I ain't got no worries 'cause I ain't in no hurry at all
Well, if it rains, I don't care, don't make no difference to me
Just take that street car that's goin' up town
Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland and dance a honky tonk
and I'll be buyin' everybody drinks all roun'
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
(Old black water, keep on rollin')
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
(Old black water, keep on rollin')
Mississippi moon won't you keep on shinin' on me?
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light, gonna make every thing
Pretty mama, gonna make everything all right
And I ain't got no worries 'cause I ain't in no hurry at all
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland,
Pretty momma come and take me by the hand, by the hand, take me by the hand
(I want to honky-tonk) (honky-tonk)
Pretty momma, come and dance with your daddy all night long, I'd like to...
(honky-tonk) (with you all night long)
Vrijdag 11 augustus 2006
La Casa Del Sole
La Casa Del Sole
((Adapted from: The Rising Sun Blues (Traditional) - 17th Century; House Of The Rising Sun (by Libby Holman) - 1942))
Composer(s): Alan Price - Mogol - Vito Pallavicini
Performer(s): I Marcellos Ferial - 1965
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Le Pénitencier (by Johnny Hallyday)
1964 - Kuca Izlazeceg Sunca (by Miodrag Jevremovic)
1989 - La Casa Del Sol Naciente (by Alejandra Guzmán)
Lo so perchè sei qui
e guardi verso me
perchè io sono il sole per te
e il sole e tutto per te
ma come faccio a dirti
qual'è la verità
ma come faccio a dirti che ormai
il sole si spegne con noi
ti ho detto tante cose
e tu credevi a me
le cose che volevo per te
che dirti non potrò
lo so perchè sei qui
e guardi verso me
perchè io sono il sole per te
e il sole è tutto per te
il sole che aspettavi
non arriverà
e l'ultima speranza ormai
si spegne insieme a noi
si spegne insieme a noi
Vrijdag 11 augustus 2006
Black Velvet Band
Black Velvet Band
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The Dubliners
and various other artists
In a neat little town they call Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
Many an hours sweet happiness
Have I spent in that neat little town
A sad misfortune came o'er me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair, it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll down Broadway
Meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
Come a tripping along the highway
She was both fair and handsome
Her neck it was just like a swans
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair, it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid
And a gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him
By the look in her roguish black eye
A gold watch she took from his pocket
And placed it right into my hand
And the very first thing that I said
Was bad luck to the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Before the judge and the jury
Next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me
"Young man, your case it is proven clear
We'll give you seven years penal servitude
To be spent faraway from this land
Far away from your friends and companions
Betrayed by the black velvet band"
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
So come all you jolly young fellows
A warning take by me
When you are out on the town, me lads
Beware of them pretty colleens
For they feed you with strong drink, oh yeah
'Til you are unable to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know is
You've landed in Van Diemens Land
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Donderdag 10 augustus 2006
La Casa Del Sol Naciente
La Casa Del Sol Naciente
((Adapted from: The Rising Sun Blues (Traditional) - 17th Century; House Of The Rising Sun (by Libby Holman) - 1942))
Composer(s): Alan Price - Alejandra Guzmán
Performer(s): Alejandra Guzmán - 1989
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Le Pénitencier (by Johnny Hallyday)
1964 - Kuca Izlazeceg Sunca (by Miodrag Jevremovic)
1965 - La Casa Del Sole (by I Marcellos Ferial)
Aqui nació, aqui soñó
aqui vivió mi amor
pero ya no estas
no sigues junto a mi
no esta mi amor
no esta
Hogar del sol naciente
sol que ya no esta
un sol que ya no alumbrará
no, no alumbrará
Si nunca voy a verte
si jamás tu volverás
yo me ire muy lejos
de este hogar
donde al fin
yo te pueda olvidar
Si nunca voy a verte
jamás te voy a olvidar
Donderdag 10 augustus 2006
Black Trombone
Black Trombone
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Originally performed by: Serge Gainsbourg
Covered by various other artists
Black trombone
Monotone
Le trombone
C'est joli
Tourbillonne
Gramophone
Et bâillonne
Mon ennui
Black trombone
Monotone
Autochtone
De la nuit
Dieu pardonne
La mignonne
Qui fredonne
Dans mon lit
Black trombone
Monotone
Elle se donne
à demi
Nue, frissonne
Déraisonne
M'empoisonne
M'envahit
Black trombone
Monotone
C'est l'automne
De ma vie
Plus personne
Ne m'étonne
J'abandonne
C'est fini
Woensdag 9 augustus 2006
House Of The Rising Sun
House Of The Rising Sun
((Adapted from: The Rising Sun Blues (Traditional) - 17th Century))
Composer(s): Alan Price
Performer(s): Libby Holman - 1942
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Le Pénitencier (by Johnny Hallyday)
1964 - Kuca Izlazeceg Sunca (by Miodrag Jevremovic)
1965 - La Casa Del Sole (by I Marcellos Ferial)
1989 - La Casa Del Sol Naciente (by Alejandra Guzmán)
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling' man
Down in New Orleans
Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all drunk
Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
Well, I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
Woensdag 9 augustus 2006
Black Strap Molasses
Black Strap Molasses
Composer(s): Carmine Ennis; Marilou Harrington
Performer(s): Jane Wyman, Jimmy Durante,
Groucho Marks, & Danny Kaye
All:
Black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Jane Wyman:
My grandpa's older than the old grey mare
He sits a-rockin' in his rockin' chair
But now he's got a smile that he can't lose
Grandma's sittin' knittin' baby shoes
All:
From eatin' black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Jimmy Durante:
I gave up cherry pie and T-bone steak
Chicken fricassee and ice cream cake
I don't need vitamins or pills at All
I even mix it with my Hadacol
All:
I'm eatin' black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Groucho Marx:
My nerves were jumpy and I'd walk the floor
I never got to sleep till after four
But since I'm eatin' right I feel okay
I'm sleepin' every night and half the day
All:
From eatin' black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Danny Kaye:
Now I was thinner than a pencil line
Had no muscles and I had no spine
But now I'm friskier than a pup
All you have do is prop me up
All:
Just feed me black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
GM: I know a fella who is ninety-two
JW: Doctors told the guy that he was through
DK: But now that the doctor has been proven wrong
JD: He's got more hop in him than Hopalong
All:
From eatin' black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Makes you live so long you wish you were dead
You add some yogurt and you'll be well fed
With black strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
Dinsdag 8 augustus 2006
Le Pêcheur (Georges Brassens)
Le Pêcheur
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
On dirait un fanatique
De la cause halieutique
Avec sa belle canne et
Son moulinet
Mais s'il pêche, c'est pour rire
Et l'on peut être certain
Que jamais sa poêle à frire
Vit le plus menu fretin
La pêche, à ce qu'on raconte
Pour lui n'est en fin de compte
Qu'un prétexte, un alibi
On connaît pis
Un truc, un moyen plausible
De fuir un peu son chez-soi
Où sévit la plus nuisible
Des maritornes qui soient
Avec une joie maligne
Il monte au bout de sa ligne
Tout un tas d'objets divers
Des bouts de fer
Des paillassons, des sandales
Des vieilles chaussett's à clous
Des noyés faisant scandale
Aussitôt qu'on les renfloue
Si, déçu par une blonde
Pensant faire un trou dans l'onde
Tu tiens plus à te noyer
Qu'à te mouiller
Désespéré, fais en sorte
D'aller piquer ton plongeon
De peur qu'il ne te ressorte
À l'écart de son bouchon
Quand un goujon le taquine
Qu'un gardon d'humeur coquine
Se laisse pour badiner
Hameçonner
Le bonhomme lui reproche
Sa conduite puérile
Puis à sa queue il accroche
Un petit poisson d'avril
Mais s'il attrape une ondine
L'une de ces gourgandines
Femme mi-chair mi-poisson
Le polisson
Coup de théâtre - dévore
Tout cru le bel animal
Une cure de phosphore
Ça peut pas faire de mal
Quand il mourra, quand la Parque
L'emmènera dans sa barque
En aval et en amont
Truites, saumons
Le crêpe à la queue sans doute
L'escorteront chagrinés
Laissant la rivière toute
Vide, désempoissonnée
Lors, tombés dans la disette
Repliant leurs épuisettes
Tout penauds, tout pleurnicheurs
Les vrais pêcheurs
Rentreront chez eux bredouilles
Danser devant le buffet
Se faisant traiter d'andouilles
Par leur compagne
Bien fait!
Dinsdag 8 augustus 2006
Black Star
