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Le Petit Jardin


Le Petit Jardin
Composer(s): Jacques Dutronc - Jacques Lanzmann
Performer(s): Jacques Dutronc; Jesse Garon



C'était un petit jardin
Qui sentait bon le Métropolitain
Qui sentait bon le bassin parisien
C'était un petit jardin
Avec une table et une chaise de jardin
Avec deux arbres, un pommier et un sapin
Au fond d'une cour à la Chaussée-d'Antin

Mais un jour près du jardin
Passa un homme qui au revers de son veston
Portait une fleur de béton
Dans le jardin une voix chanta

De grâce, de grâce, monsieur le promoteur
De grâce, de grâce, préservez cette grâce
De grâce, de grâce, monsieur le promoteur
Ne coupez pas mes fleurs

C'était un petit jardin
Qui sentait bon le Métropolitain
Qui sentait bon le bassin parisien
C'était un petit jardin
Avec un rouge-gorge dans son sapin
Avec un homme qui faisait son jardin
Au fond d'une cour à la Chaussée-d'Antin

Mais un jour près du jardin
Passa un homme qui au revers de son veston
Portait une fleur de béton
Dans le jardin une voix chanta

De grâce, de grâce, monsieur le promoteur
De grâce, de grâce, préservez cette grâce
De grâce, de grâce, monsieur le promoteur
Ne coupez pas mes fleurs

C'était un petit jardin
Qui sentait bon le Métropolitain
À la place du joli petit jardin
Il y a l'entrée d'un souterrain
Où sont rangées comme des parpaings
Les automobiles du centre urbain

C'était un petit jardin
Au fond d'une cour à la Chaussée-d'Antin
C'était un petit jardin
Au fond d'une cour à la Chaussée-d'Antin

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Blame It On The Boogie


Blame It On The Boogie
Composer(s): M. Jackson; D. Jackson; E. Krohn
Performer(s): The Jacksons
and various other artists



My baby's always dancing
And it wouldn't be a bad thing
But I don't get no loving
And that's no lie

We spent the night in Frisco
At every kind of disco
From that night I kissed
Our love goodbye

Don't blame it on sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

Don't you blame it on sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

That nasty boogie bugs me
But somehow it has drugged me
Spellbound rhythm get me
On my feet

I've changed my life completely
I've seen the lightning leave me
My baby just can't take
Her eyes off me

Don't blame it on sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

Don't you blame it on sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

I just can't
I just can't
I just can't control myself

I just can't
I just can't
I just can't control myself...

Don't blame it on sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

Don't you blame it on sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

This magic music grooves me
That dirty rhythm moves me
The devil's gotten to me
Through this dance

I'm full of funky fever
A fire burns inside me
Boogie's got me in a
Super trance

Don't blame it on sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

Don't you blame it on sunshine
Don't blame it on moonlight
Don't blame it on good times
Blame it on the boogie

Sunshine
Moonlight
Good times
Boogie

Sunshine
Moonlight
Good times
Boogie

Don't you blame it
You just got to
You just want to
Yea

Blame it on yourself
Ain't nobody's fault
But yours and that boogie
Dancing all night long

Yours and that boogie
Ain't nobody's fault
But yours
Dancing all night long

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Le Petit Homme Et Le Grand Homme


Le Petit Homme Et Le Grand Homme
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



Le petit homme
Portait un uniforme
Et des souliers vernis

Le grand homme allait les pieds nus

Le petit homme
Serrait dans ses poings
La crosse d'un fusil

Le grand homme avait les mains nues

Le petit homme
Portait dans son sac
Les oiseaux qu'il avait tués

Le grand homme ramassait des fruits

Le petit homme
Marchait sur l'asphalte
Des routes bien tracées

Le grand homme allait à travers champs

Ils auraient pu ne jamais se rencontrer
Pourtant, un jour les deux routes se croisèrent

Le petit homme prit peur et recula
Il arma son fusil

Le grand homme en souriant tendit les mains vers lui...

Et le coup partit

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Blame It On My Youth


Blame It On My Youth
Composer(s): Edward Heyman; Oscar Levant
Originally performed by: Nat King Cole
Covered by various other artists



You were my adored one
Then you became the bored one
I was like a toy
That brought you joy one day
A broken toy
That you preferred to throw away
If I expected love
When we first kissed
Blame it on my youth
If only just for you I did exist
Blame it on my youth
I believed in everything
Like a child of three
You meant more than anything
All the world to me
If you were on my mind
All night and day
Blame it on my youth
If I forgot to eat and sleep and pray
Blame it on my youth
If I cried a little bit
When first I learned the truth
Don't blame it on the stars
Don't blame it on your smile
Don't blame it on my eyes
Blame it on my youth

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Le Petit Homme


Le Petit Homme
Composer(s): Henri Contet - Marguerite Monnot
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Il y avait de tous les jours
Il y avait le chahut des carrefours
Et puis les gens qui achetaient leurs journaux
Et puis tous ceux qui prenaient le métro
Il y avait la parade des boulevards
Les boniments du vieux camelot bavard
Et se mirant dans l'eau sale des ruisseaux
Le ciel d'avril qui faisait le gros dos

Il y avait un petit homme
Qui s'en allait à pas comptés
Il avait l'air bien économe
Le petit homme...
Avec son vieux veston râpé
Mais il avait une maîtresse
Qui lui coûtait beaucoup d'argent
Elle lui vendait sa belle jeunesse
Et des caresses
Que le petit homme payait comptant...
Il y avait sa vie des samedis soirs
Il y avait l'escalier, le couloir
Il y avait la porte tout au bout
Et puis deux bras attachés à son cou
Il y avait des fleurs sur le piano
Il y avait la blancheur des rideaux
Et puis des heures sur le grand divan bleu
Et puis tout ça qui le rendait heureux

Il y a eu la porte close
Avec un mot passé dessous
Joli papier bordé de roses
Pour dire des choses
Que l'on comprend du premier coup
Un petit homme qu'on abandonne
Ne peut rien faire que s'en aller
Dans la rue froide où tout résonne
Et sans personne
Tout à fait seul, pour mieux pleurer

Il y avait la vie de tous les jours
Qui continuait sa fanfare de toujours
Il y avait les valses des phonos
Qui éclataient en sortant des bistrots
Il y avait un garçon qui chantait
Il y avait une fille qui riait
Et puis la ronde de l'amour merveilleux
Et le petit homme
Qui pleurait au milieu...

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Blame It On My Last Affair


Blame It On My Last Affair
Composer(s): Henry Nemo; Irving Mills
Performer(s): Harry James
and various other artists



When I walk and I'm called, and I don't turn like that
Should I be introduced, and I sound very flat
It isn't a grudge I bear -- blame it on my last affair

If I passed up my plate, though the dish is delish
If I'm handed the bone and I don't care to wish
It isn't the bill of fare -- blame it on my last affair

It hurt me so, and oh, I don't know
If I'll ever live it through
There's no excuse for this abuse
Coming from one like you

If my eyes fill with tears at the least love words said
If I'm walking the park when I should be in bed
It's not that I need the air -- blame it on my last affair

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Le Petit Gars


Le Petit Gars
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



Derrière la rivière du père
On voyait s'agiter la cité
Et faner les fleurs solitaires
Dans les parterres grillagés
Le petit gars là-haut sur sa colline
Venait les contempler en paix...
Ces enfants qui jouent en plein air
Entre la route et la voie ferrée
Ils vont finir par manquer d'air
Ou ils vont s'électrocuter
Le petit gars là-haut sur sa colline
Venait les contempler en paix...
Mais le petit gars ne comprenait rien
Allongé sous les arbres il se trouvait bien
Attendant tranquille la récolte du vin
À quoi servent leurs belles manières
Si leurs mots sont empoisonnés
À quoi servent leurs têtes fières
Puisqu'ils marchent le dos courbé
Le petit gars là-haut sur sa colline
Venait les contempler en paix
Mais derrière la rivière du père
On voyait s'agiter la cité
Et tourner les ogres d'affaires
Dans les tours de verre climatisées
Le petit gars là-haut sur sa colline
Venait les contempler en paix...
Mais le petit gars ne comprenait rien
Allongé sous les arbres il se trouvait bien
Attendant tranquille que cuise son pain
Mais le petit gars ne comprenait rien
Où s'en vont mourir ces pauvres pantins
Allongés sous les arbres ils seraient si bien
Attendant tranquilles que coule le vin

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Blame It On A Sad Song


Blame It On A Sad Song
Composer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd; Rick Medlocke;
Gary Rossington; Hughie Thomasson
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd



Here I sit all by myself
Wonderin’ how she could put our love on a shelf
A crowd of people, they pass me by
But all I can do is hang my head and cry

(chorus)
Blame it on a sad song in the night
I don’t want anyone but you to make it right
Blame it on a sad song in the night
Well, it’s an old familiar feelin’
Girl, it’s got my heart reelin’
Don’t want to hear a sad song in the night
Anymore

I know when we first started out
I was your only love and you had no doubt
But songs of the heart don’t last forever
But don’t you give up on love ’cause you never say never

Blame it on a sad song in the night
I don’t want anyone but you to make it right
Blame it on a sad song in the night
Well, it’s an old familiar feelin’
Girl, it’s got my heart reelin’
Don’t want to hear a sad song in the night
Anymore

’cause not a day goes by that I don’t think about you
Oh, moment to moment, I get lost in time
And many years from now when I hear that song come on the radio
All those feelings will come back to haunt me
My heart will let me know

Blame it on a sad song in the night
I don’t want anyone but you to make it right
Blame it on a sad song in the night
Well, it’s an old familiar feelin’
Girl, it’s got my heart reelin’
Don’t want to hear a sad song anymore

Blame it on a sad song
You can blame it on a sad song, baby
Blame it on, blame it on a sad song

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Le Petit Cordonnier


Le Petit Cordonnier
((English Version: The Little Shoemaker (by The Gaylords))
Composer(s): Rudi Revil - Francis Lemarque
Performer(s): Francis Lemarque
and multiple other artists



Un petit cordonnier qui voulait aller danser
Avait fabriqué de petits souliers
Une belle est entrée qui voulait les acheter
Mais le cordonnier lui a declaré

"Ils seront à vous sans qu'il vous coûte un sou
Mais il vous faudra danser avec moi
Ils seront à vous sans qu'il vous coûte un sou
Mais il vous faudra danser avec moi"
"Petit cordonnier t'es bête bête
Qu'est c'que t'as donc dans la tête tête
Crois-tu que l'amour s'achète chète
Avec un' pair' de souliers?"
Mais la belle accepta, elle emporta sous son bras
Les petits souliers pour aller danser
L' cordonnier tout réjoui a mis ses plus beaux habits
Et s'est pomponné pour la retrouver
Mais hélas quand il voulut la fair' danser
Elle a refusé, lui a ri au nez
Mais hélas quand il voulut la fair' danser
Elle a refusé, lui a ri au nez:
"Petit cordonnier t'es bête bête
Qu'est c'que t'as donc dans la tête tête
Crois-tu que mon coeur s'achète chète
Avec un' pair' de souliers?"
Mais à peine la belle avait-elle fait trois pas
Que ses p'tits souliers fur'nt ensorcelés
Ell' se mit à tourner comme un' toupie déréglée
Et les musiciens n'y comprenaient rien
Ell' tourna tourna jusqu'au petit matin
Et toute épuisée se mit à pleurer
Ell' tourna tourna jusqu'au petit matin
Et toute épuisée se mit à pleurer
"Petit cordonnier arrête arrête
Tu me fais tourner la tête tête
Tu ne dois pas être bête bête
Pour m'avoir ensorcelée
Petit cordonnier arrête arrête
Tu me fais tourner la tête tête
Tout' la vie le coeur en fête fête
Dans tes bras je veux danser
Gentil petit cordonnier!"

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Blackpool Bounce


Blackpool Bounce
Composer(s): Ross
Performer(s): Lita Roza



See that guy standing by the tower
Dressed in style and ready to announce
Tonight’s the night and anytime the hour
Doing the Blackpool Bounce

See that gal, she’s as sweet as honey
And the boys are ready for the pounce
They’re in the mood and don’t need any money
Doing the Blackpool Bounce

Oh, what a wonderful feeling
They do it again and again and again
Everyone finds it appealing
Even mum and dad are here
Jiving on the pier

See those two dancing by the water
Cheek to cheek, for that’s what really counts
And soon they’ll be dancing to the altar
Doing the Blackpool Bounce

Oh, what a wonderful feeling
They do it again and again and again
Everyone finds it appealing
Even mum and dad are here
Jiving on the pier

See those two dancing by the water
Cheek to cheek, for that’s what really counts
And soon they’ll be dancing to the altar
Doing the Blackpool Bounce

Doing the Blackpool Bounce

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The Little Shoemaker


The Little Shoemaker
((French Version: Le Petit Cordonnier (by Francis Lemarque))
Composer(s): Rudi Revil - Francis Lemarque - Geoff Parsons - John Turner)
Performer(s): The Gaylords
and multiple other artists



In the shoemaker's shop
This refrain would never stop
As he tapped away
Working all the day

At his bench there was he
Just as busy as a bee
Little time to lose
With the boots and shoes

But his heart went pop
Inside the little shop
When a lovely girl
Set him all a whirl

She had come to choose
Some pretty dancing shoes
And he heard her say
In her charming way

"Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing all the day
Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing
Dancing all my cares away"

Then he tapped and he stitched
For his fingers were bewitched
And he sewed a dream
Into every seam

Making shoes, oh so neat
Just like magic on her feet
And he hoped she'd know
That he loved her so

But she danced, danced, danced
As tho' she were entranced
Like a spinning top
All around the shop

On her dainty feet
She whirled into the street
And he heard her say
As she danced away

"Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing all the day
"Shoes to set my feet a-dancing, dancing
Dancing all my cares away"

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Blackpatch


Blackpatch
Composer(s): Laura Nyro
Originally performed by: Laura Nyro
Covered by: The 5th Dimension; Judy Kuhn



Invitations to my party
Send Jones an inviting card
He got his meanstreak from the gutter
Got his kindness from god
Now tugboats paint the river
Carry coal to the city
In white dock liners
Happiness on the uptown side
At my party in the morningtide
Oo la la la blackpatch
Clothespins on wash ropes
Window to window tie
Socks and bells and nightgowns
Tassels in the morning sky
Womanchild on the sidestreet
Flashin' in blackpatch
Lipstick on her reefer
Waiting for a match...

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Le Petit Clair De Lune


Le Petit Clair De Lune
((Adapted from: Tintarella Di Luna (by Mina) - 1959))
Composer(s): Bruno DeFilippi - Franco Migliacci
Performer(s): Dalida - 1960

Versions In Other Languages:
1960 - Banho De Lua (by Celly Campelo)
1960 - Pequeno Claro De Luna (by Dalida)



Si quelques filles aux yeux d'ange
D'aventure vous demande
Comment sont nées les étoiles de mer
Faîtes-lui croire cette belle histoire

Un petit clair de lune
Amoureux fou d'une étoile
Sur trois planches de fortune
Chaque nuit tissait des voiles
Et sur cette caravelle
S'en allait voir sa belle

Le petit clair de lune
Lui offrait ses beaux mirages
Et ses joies l'une après l'une
Pour l'inviter au voyage
Mais malgré tout son beau zèle
Lui répondait la belle

Tin tin tin doux clair de lune
Tin tin tin même si tu étais pleine lune
Jamais ne t'aimerai

Le petit clair de lune
Emporté par un nuage
En pleurant son infortune
Dans l'océan fit naufrage
Et regardant la cruelle
Il se noya pour elle

Tiens tiens tiens se dit l'étoile
Tiens tiens tiens je n'ai pas d'amoureux
Qui le vaille c'était donc si sérieux

Le petit clair de lune
La voyant frôler les vagues
Lui proposa sans rancune
Tout son cœur contre une bague

Alors elle pour lui plaire
Se jeta dans la mer
Alors elle pour lui plaire
Se jeta dans la mer
Alors elle pour lui plaire
Se jeta dans la mer

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Blackmail Man


Blackmail Man
Composer(s): Ian Dury; Steve Nugent
Originally performed by: Ian Dury & The Blockheads
Covered by : Chaos UK; Loz Netto



I'm an Irish cripple, a Scottish jew
I'm the blackmail man
A raspberry ripple, a buckle-my-shoe
I'm the blackmail man
I'm a dead fish coon, a pikey Greek
I'm the blackmail man
A silvery spoon, a bubble and squeak
I'm the blackmail man

Well, i'm the blackmail man and I know what you do
Every one of you, i'm the blackmail man
You make me sick, make me Tom and Dick
I'm the blackmail man
Blackmail man

I'm a Paki, Chink a half-cocked ponce
I'm the blackmail man
A tiddly -wink, a Charlie Ronce
I'm a no socks tramp, a cavalier drunk
I'm the blackmail man
A paraffin lamp, an elephants trunk
I'm the blackmail man

I'm the blackmail man and I know what you do
Every one of you, blackmail man
I hate yoru guts, your Newington Butts
I'm the blackmail man

Hampton wick, Parrafin lamp
Fraiser and Nash, Pony and trap
Blackmail man
Up you harris, in your mince
Hamptons don't leave fingerprints
I am the blackmail man

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Tintarella Di Luna


Tintarella Di Luna
Composer(s): Bruno DeFilippi - Franco Migliacci
First release by: Mina - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1960 - Le Petit Clair De Lune (by Dalida)
1960 - Banho De Lua (by Celly Campelo)
1960 - Pequeno Claro De Luna (by Dalida)



Abbronzate, tutte chiazze
pellirosse un po' paonazze
son le ragazze che prendono il sol
ma ce n'e' una
che prende la luna

Tintarella di luna
tintarella color latte
tutta notte sopra il tetto
sopra al tetto come i gatti
e se c'e' la luna piena
tu diventi candida

Tintarella di luna
tintarella color latte
che fa bianca la tua pelle
ti fa bella tra le belle
e se c'e' la luna piena
tu diventi candida

Tin tin tin
raggi di luna
tin tin tin
baciano te
al mondo nessuna e' candida come te

Tintarella di luna
tintarella color latte
tutta notte sopra il tetto
sopra al tetto come i gatti
e se c'e' la luna piena
tu diventi candida

Tin tin tin
raggi di luna
tin tin tin
baciano te
al mondo nessuna e' candida come te

Tintarella di luna
tintarella color latte
tutta notte sopra il tetto
sopra al tetto come i gatti
e se c'e' la luna piena
tu diventi candida

E se c'e' la luna piena
tu diventi candida
E se c'e' la luna piena
tu diventi candida, candida, candida!

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Blackland Farmer


Blackland Farmer
Composer(s): Frankie Miller
Originally performed by: Frankie Miller
Covered by: Jimmy Gilmer; Sleepy LaBeef; Steve Young



When The Lord Made Me He Made A Simple Man
Not Much Money Not Much Land
He Didn't Make Me No Banker Or Legal Charmer
When The Lord Made Me He Made A Blackland Farmer

Well My Hands Ain't Smooth My Face Is Rough
My Heart Is Warm My Ways Ain't Tough
I Guess I'm The Luckiest Man Ever Born
'Cause The Lord Gave Me Health And A Blackland Farm

Breaking Up The New Ground Early In The Day
I'm Gonna Plant Cotton I'm Gonna Plant Hay
I Love To Smell The Sweet Breeze Blowing Through The Corn
Lord You Sure Done Me Right By My Blackland Farm

I Feel Like I'm Getting Closer To You God
Plowing In The Ground Breaking Up The Sod
My Mind Is At Ease I Can Do No Harm
Lord I Owe It All To You And My Blackland Farm

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Banho De Lua


Banho De Lua
((Adapted from: Tintarella Di Luna (by Mina) - 1959))
Composer(s): Bruno DeFilippi - Franco Migliacci - Fred Jorge
Performer(s): Celly Campelo - 1960

Versions In Other Languages:
1960 - Le Petit Clair De Lune (by Dalida)
1960 - Pequeno Claro De Luna (by Dalida)



Tomo um banho de lua
Fico branco como a neve
Se o luar é meu amigo
Censurar ninguém se atreve
Mas é tão bom sonhar contigo
Oh! luar tão cândido
Sob um banho de lua
Numa noite de esplendoor
Sinto a força da magia
Da magia do amoor
É tão bom sonhar contigo
Oh! luar tão cândido
Tim, tim, tim, raio de lua
Tim, tim, tim, baixando vem ao mundo
Oh! lua, oh! cândida lua vem
Tomo um banho de lua
Fico branco como a neve
Se o luar é meu amigo
Censurar ninguém se atreve
Mas é tão bom sonhar contigo
Oh! luar tão cândido
Tim, tim, tim, raio de lua
Tim, tim, tim, baixando vem ao mundo
Oh! lua, oh! cândida lua vem
Tomo um banho de lua
Fico branco como a neve
Se o luar é meu amigo
Censurar ninguém se atreve
Mas é tão bom sonhar contigo
Oh! luar tão cândido
Mas é tão bom sonhar contigo
Oh! luar tão cândido
Mas é tão bom sonhar contigo
Oh! luar tão cândido

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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

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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

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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

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