Dinsdag 24 augustus 1971
L'ultimo Romantico
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L'ultimo Romantico
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Dinsdag 24 augustus 1971
Montego Bay
Montego Bay
Composer(s): Jeff Barry; Bobby Bloom
Originally performed by: Bobby Bloom
Vernon'll meet me when the Boac lands
Keys to the MG will be in his hands
Adjust to the driving 'n' I'm on my way
It's all on the right side in Montego Bay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Come sing me La
Come sing me Montego Bay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
'N' Gillian'll meet me like a brother would
I think I remember but it's twice as good
Like how cool the rum is from his silver tray
I thirst to be thirsty in Montego Bay
Sing out; oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Come sing me La
Come sing me Montego Bay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll lay on a lilo till I'm lobster red
I still feel the motion here at home in bed
I tell you it's hard for me to stay away
You ain't been 'till you been high in Montego Bay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Come sing me La
Come sing me Montego Bay
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Maandag 23 augustus 1971
L'ultima Occasione
L'ultima Occasione
Composer(s): Jimmy Fontana - Tony Del Monaco
First release by: Mina - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
Uno come te
io non lo troverò mai più
uno come te
ma non posso più
Chiederti tempo
per cambiar
perché
sarebbe inutile,
sarebbe solo per pietà
ed io non voglio più
pretendere
le cose che non merito da te
E perderò così
anche quest'ultima occasione che mi dai
e sarà tardi
quando cercherò di te
Ma non posso più
chiederti tempo
per cambiar
perché
sarebbe inutile
sarebbe solo per pietà
ed io non voglio più
pretendere
la cose che non merito da te
E perderò così
anche quest'ultima occasione che mi dai
e sarà tardi
quando cercherò di te
Di te ...
Maandag 23 augustus 1971
Montana (Frank Zappa)
Montana
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa & The Mothers
I might be movin' to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental Floss
Raisin' it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
That I can sell uptown
By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Well I just might grow me some bees
But I'd leave the sweet stuff
To somebody else . . . but then, on the other hand I would
Keep the wax
'N melt it down
Pluck some Floss
'N swish it aroun'
I'd have me a crop
An' it'd be on top (that's why I'm movin' to Montana)
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon (yes I am)
Movin' to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
That's growin' on the prairie
Pluckin' the floss!
I plucked all day an' all nite an' all
Afternoon . . .
I'm ridin' a small tiny hoss
(His name is Mighty Little)
He's a good hoss
Even though
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He's a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way
I'm pluckin' the ol'
Dennil Floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I don't care if you think it's silly, folks
I'm gonna find me a horse
Just about this big,
An' ride him all along the border line
With a
Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand
By myself I wouldn't
Have no boss,
But I'd be raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Raisin' my lonely
Dental Floss
Well I might
Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin'
In the moon-lighty night
And then I'd
Get a cuppa cawfee
'N give my foot a push . . .
Just me 'n the pygmy pony
Over by the Dennil Floss Bush
'N then I might just
Jump back on
An' ride
Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
Movin' to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)....
Zondag 22 augustus 1971
Lullaby To A Little Jitterbug
Lullaby To A Little Jitterbug
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - Saul Chaplin
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
Do-do-do, do-do-do-do
Little jitterbug don’t cry
You’ll be swingin’ by and by
You are just a tiny tot
And until you’ve grown a lot
Your rattle will have to do
Little jitterbug go slow
You’ll be rockin’ ‘fore you know
Daddy won’t be home ‘til dawn
When he left, he took his horn
Someday you will have one too
If you’re like your Pa,
Sonny, you’ll go far
My you’ll look grand
Leadin’ a band
Foolish it may be
But this dream’s on me
And it’s for you
Make it come true
Little jitterbug it’s dawn
Why dream a dream of Daddy’s horn
If you’re good and go to sleep
He will give you one to keep
Little jitterbug go sleep
Sonny, go to sleep
Swing will always keep
When you’re of age
You’ll top the page
Listen to your Ma
‘Cos she taught your Pa
His swing is true
Yours will be too
Little jitterbug it’s dawn, ah-ha-ha
Dream a dream of Daddy’s horn
If you’re good and go to sleep
He will give you one to keep
Little jitterbug, go sleep
Little jitterbug, go sleep
Zondag 22 augustus 1971
Montana
Montana
Composer(s): Ruth Byrd; Harold Weeks
For many a year, from the land I hold dear
I've wandered unhappy, alone
and now at the end, I haven't a friend
and never a place to call home
but often I see, in dreams dear to me
that long ago land that I knew
the Queen of the earth, the land of my birth
Montana, Montana, it's you
I try to recall and to picture it all
the wonders I knew as a child
the sweep of the plain, the gold of the grain
the ridges brush tangled and wild
and oft times I try to understand why I bartered the old for the new
a prodigal son, my wandering done
Montana, I'm coming to you
Oh I long, how I long for Montana
and the sweet scent of pine in the air
where the lark every evening sings melodies rare
to the sage brush and sweet prickly pear
Oh I long, how I long for Montana
when the sinking sun sets all aglow
in the heart of the Rockies, the land of my dreams
it is there that my heart longs to go
Zaterdag 21 augustus 1971
Lullaby Of The Leaves
Lullaby Of The Leaves
Composer(s): Bernice Petkere - Joe Young
Performer(s): Ina Hayward
and multiple other artists
Rustling of the leaves used to be my lullaby
In the sunny South when I was a tot so high
And now that I have grown
And myself alone
Cradle me where Southern skies
Can watch me with a million eyes
Sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the leaves
Cover me with heaven's blue
And let me dream a dream or two
Sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the leaves
I'm breezing along, along with the breeze
I'm hearing a song, a song thru the trees
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
That fine melody caressing the shore
Familiar to me, I've heard it before
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, that's Southland
Don't I feel it in my soul
And don't I know I've reached my goal
Sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the Leaves
Zaterdag 21 augustus 1971
Montagne Verdi
Montagne Verdi
Composer(s): Gianni Bella; A. Bella; Giampiero Bigazzi
Performer(s): Marcella Bella
Mi ricordo montagne verdi
e le corse di una bambina
con l'amico mio più sincero
un coniglio dal muso nero
Poi un giorno mi prese il treno
l'erba il prato e quello che era mio
scomparivano piano piano
e piangendo parlai con Dio
Quante volte ho cercato il sole
quante volte ho mangiato sale
la città aveva mille sguardi
io sognavo montagne verdi
Il mio destino è di stare accanto a te
con te vicino più paura non avrò
e un po' bambina tornerò
Mi ricordo montagne verdi
quella sera negli occhi tuoi
quando hai detto s'è fatto tardi
t'accompagno se tu lo vuoi
Quella nebbia le tue parole
la tua storia è la mia storia
poi nel buio senza parlare
ho dormito con te sul cuore
Io ti amo mio grande amore
io ti amo mio primo amore
quante volte ho cercato il sole
quante volte ho cercato il sole
la la la...
Il mio destino è di stare accanto a te
con te vicino più paura non avrò
e un po' più donna io sarò
Montagne verdi nei tuoi occhi rivedrò
Vrijdag 20 augustus 1971
Lullaby Of Love
Lullaby Of Love
((French & German Versions: Parle-Moi (Nana Mouskouri); Guten Abend, Gut' Nacht (Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Johannes Brahms - L. Butler - B. Sherrill
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Hear the breeze, in the trees
Hear the birds, softly singing
And the song that they sing
Is our lullabye of love
Hear the breeze' sweet refrain
Every raindrop is singing
And the song that they sing
Is a lullabye of love
Forever, and 'ever
Our love will be true
Forever, and 'ever
I'll always love you
Every beat of my heart
Says "I love you,
I love you, I love you"
And the song in my heart
Is a lullabye of love
Forever, and 'ever
Our love will be true
Forever, and 'ever
I'll always love you
Forever, and 'ever
Our love will be true
Forever, and 'ever
I'll always love you
Vrijdag 20 augustus 1971
Monster Mash
Monster Mash
Composer(s): Leonard Capizzi; Bobby "Boris" Pickett
Originally performed by: Bobby "Boris" Pickett
I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster, from his slab began to rise
And suddenly, to my surprise
he did the mash
He did the monster mash
the monster mash
it was a graveyard smash
he did the mash
it caught on in a flash
he did the mash
He did the monster mash
From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abode
To get a jolt from my electrode
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
the monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
they did the mash
It caught on in a flash
they did the mash
They did the monster mash
The zombies were having fun
the party had just begun
The guests included Wolfman
Dracula and his son
The scene was rocking, all were digging the sound
Igor on chains backed by his baying hounds
The Coffin Baggers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, The Cryptkicker Five
They played the mash
They played the monster mash
the monster the mash
It was a graveyard smash
they played the mash
It caught on in a flash
they played the mash
They played the monster mash
Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
Opened the lid and shook his fist, and said
"Whatever happened to my Transylvania Twist?"
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
the monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
it's now the mash
It caught on in a flash
it's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
Now everything's cool
Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living
this mash was meant, too
When you get to my door
tell them Boris sent you
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
the monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
Grrrr... mash....
Easy Igor, you impetuous vampire
Donderdag 19 augustus 1971
Lullaby Of Broadway
Lullaby Of Broadway
Composer(s): Harry Warren - Al Dubin
First performance/First recording by: Wini Shaw - 1935/Hal Kemp & His Orch. - 1935
Covered by multiple other artists
Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway
The hip hooray and ballyhoo, the lullaby of Broadway
The rumble of a subway train, the rattle of the taxis
The daffydils who entertain, at Angelo's and Maxi's
When a Broadway baby says good night, it's early in the morning
Manhattan babies don't sleep tight until the dawn
Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight, let's call it a day
Hey!
Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway
The hi-dee-hi and boop-a-doo, the lullaby of Broadway
The band begins to go to town, and everyone goes crazy
You rock-a-bye your baby round, 'til everything gets hazy
Hush-a-bye I'll buy you this and that, you hear a daddy saying
And baby goes home to her flat, to sleep all day
Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
Sleep tight, baby
Sleep tight
Let's call it a day
Listen to the lullaby of old Broadway
Donderdag 19 augustus 1971
Monster
Monster
Composer(s): John Kay; Jerry Edmonton
Performer(s): Steppenwolf
Once the religious, the hunted and weary
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches of Kingdom and pope
Like good Christians some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands, to court the wild
But she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
And once the ties with the crown had been broken
Westward in saddle and wagon it went
And till the railroad linked ocean to ocean
Many the lives which had come to an end
While we bullied, stole and bought a homeland
We began the slaughter of the red man
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
But she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
The Blue and Grey they stomped it
They kicked it just like a dog
And when the war was over
They stuffed it just like a hog
And though the past has its share of injustice
Kind was the spirit in many a way
But its protectors and friends have been sleeping
Now it's a monster and will not obey
The spirit was freedom and justice
And its keepers seemed generous and kind
Its leaders were supposed to serve the country
But now they won't pay it no mind
'Cause the people grew fat and got lazy
Now their vote is a meaningless joke
They babble about law and order
But it's all just an echo of what they've been told
Yeah, there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into the noose
And it just sits there watching
The cities have turned into jungles
And corruption is strangling the land
The police force is watching the people
And the people just can't understand
We don't know how to mind our own business
'Cause the whole world's got to be just like us
Now we are fighting a war over there
No matter who's the winner we can't pay the cost
'Cause there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into the noose
And it just sits there watching
America, where are you now
Don't you care about your sons and daughters
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster
America, where are you now
Don't you care about your sons and daughters
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster
America...
America...
America...
America...
Woensdag 18 augustus 1971
Marvin
Marvin
((Adapted from: Patches (Chairmen of the Board) - 1970))
((French Version: Cash (Eddy Mitchell) - 1971))
Composer(s): Ronald Dunbar - General Johnson - Nando Reis
Performer(s): Titãs - 1984
Meu pai não tinha educação
Ainda me lembro, era um grande coração
Ganhava a vida com muito suor
Mas mesmo assim não podia ser pior
Pouco dinheiro pra poder pagar
Todas as contas e despesas do lar
Mas Deus quis vê-lo no chão
Com as mãos levantadas pro céu
Implorando perdão
Chorei, meu pai disse: "Boa sorte"
Com a mão no meu ombro
Em seu leito de morte
E disse
"Marvin, agora é só você
E não vai adiantar
Chorar vai me fazer sofrer"
Três dias depois de morrer
Meu pai, eu queria saber
Mas não botava nem um pé na escola
Mamãe lembrava disso a toda hora
Todo dia antes do sol sair
Eu trabalhava sem me distrair
As vezes acho que não vai dar pé
Eu queria fugir, mas onde eu estiver
Eu sei muito bem o que ele quis dizer
Meu pai, eu me lembro, não me deixa esquecer
Ele disse
"Marvin, a vida é pra valer
Eu fiz o meu melhor
E o seu destino eu sei de cor"
E então um dia uma forte chuva veio
E acabou com o trabalho de um ano inteiro
E aos treze anos de idade eu sentia
todo o peso do mundo em minhas costas
Eu queria jogar mas perdi a aposta
Trabalhava feito um burro nos campos
Só via carne se roubasse um frango
Meu pai cuidava de toda a família
Sem perceber segui a mesma trilha
Toda noite minha mãe orava
"Deus, era em nome da fome
que eu roubava"
Dez anos passaram, cresceram
meus irmãos
E os anjos levaram minha mãe
pelas mãos
Chorei, meu pai disse: "Boa sorte"
Com a mão no meu ombro
Em seu leito de morte
"Marvin, agora é só você
E não vai adiantar
Chorar vai me fazer sofrer
Marvin, a vida é pra valer
Eu fiz o meu melhor
E o seu destino eu sei de cor"
Woensdag 18 augustus 1971
Monsieur William
Monsieur William
Composer(s): Jean-Roger Caussimon; Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré
C'était vraiment un employé modèle Monsieur William
Toujours exact et toujours plein de zèle Monsieur William
Il arriva jusqu'à la quarantaine sans fredaine
Sans le moindre petit drame mais un beau soir du mois d'août
il faisait si beau il faisait si doux
Que Monsieur William s'en alla flâner droit devant lui au hasard et voila!
Monsieur William vous manquez de tenue
qu'alliez-vous faire dans la treizième avenue
Il rencontra une fille bien jeunette Monsieur William
Il lui paya un bouquet de violettes Monsieur William
Il l'entraîna à l'hôtel de la pègre mais un nègre a voulu prendre la femme
Monsieur William.hors de lui, lui a donné des coups de parapluie
Oui mais le nègre dans le noir lui a coupé le cou en deux coups de rasoir
Eh! William vous manquez de tenue mon vieux!
qu'alliez-vous faire dans la treizième avenue
Il a senti que c'est irrémédiable Monsieur William
Il entendit déjà crier le diable Monsieur William
Aux alentours il n'y avait personne qu'un trombone
Chantant la peine des âmes un aveugle en gémissant
Sans le savoir a marché dans le sang puis dans la nuit a disparu
C'était p't'être le destin qui marchait dans les rues
Monsieur William vous manquez de tenue!
Vous êtes mort dans la treizième avenue
Woensdag 18 augustus 1971
Nous Sommes Tous Morts À Vingt Ans
Nous Sommes Tous Morts À Vingt Ans
((Spanish Version: Todos Moimos A Los Veinte (Dalida))
Composer(s): Serge Balasko - Daniel Faure
Performer(s): Dalida
Nous sommes tous morts à vingt ans
En effeuillant la fleur de l'âge
Pendu à l'arbre du printemps
Dans le plus beau des paysages
La terre tourne pour les enfants
Ceux qui grandissent tant pis pour eux
Il vont grossir le régiment
Des fonctionnaires de l'ennuyeux
Avec des jours qui se ressembles
Des habitudes et des grimaces
Et des migraines des mains qui tremblent
De ride en ride de glace en glace
Nous sommes tous morts à vingt ans
En effeuillant la fleur malade
D'un idéale agonisant
Au printemps d'une barricade
Moi qui déteste tant la guerre
Il m'arrive parfois d'envier
L'enfant mort pour un coin de terre
Sans avoir le temps de crier
Sans voir la tristesse sourire
Sans écouter l'oiseau mentir
Vingt ans c'est pour apprendre à vivre
Le reste pour apprendre à mourir
Nous sommes tous morts à vingt ans
En effeuillant la fleur du rêve
Dans une gare ou sur un banc
Ou le premier amour s'achève
Pourquoi prolonger sa jeunesse
Pourquoi jouer à être encore
L'amour est mort et la tendresse
C'est suicidé de corps en corps
Nous sommes tous des revenants
D'un certain sexe d'un certain âge
Avec des mots pour sentiments
Avec des masques pour visages
Nous sommes tous morts à vingt ans
En effeuillant la fleur de l'âge
Pendu à l'arbre du printemps
Dans le plus beau des paysages
La la la la la la la la
La la li la la la la la la
La la li la la la la la...
Nous sommes tous morts à vingt ans
Dinsdag 17 augustus 1971
Lullaby Of Birdland
Lullaby Of Birdland
(French Version: Légende Du Pays Aux Oiseaux "Lola" (Les Blue Stars) - 1955))
Composer(s): George Shearing - George David Weiss
First release by: The George Shearing Quintet - 1952
Covered by multiple other artists
Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I
Always hear, when you sigh
Never in my wordland could there be words to reveal
In a phrase, how I feel
Have you ever heard two turtle doves
Bill and coo when they love?
That's the kind of magic music we get from our lips
When we kiss
And there's a weepy old willow
He really knows how to cry
That's how I'd cry in my pillow
If you should tell me farewell and goodbye
Lullaby of birdland whisper low
Kiss me sweet, then we'll go
Flying high in birdland, high in the sky up above
All because we're in love
Have you ever heard two turtle doves
Bill and coo when they love?
That's the kind of magic music we get from our lips
When we kiss
And there's a weepy old willow
He really knows how to cry
That's how I'd cry in my pillow
If you should tell me farewell and goodbye
Lullaby of birdland, whisper low
Kiss me sweet, then we'll go
Flying high in birdland, high in the sky up above
And it's all because we're in love
Dinsdag 17 augustus 1971
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Composer(s): Léo Ferré
Performer(s): Léo Ferré
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Vous enseignez la charité
Bien ordonnée
Dans vos châteaux en Italie
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
La charité, c'est très gentil
Mais qu'est-ce que c'est?
Expliquez-moi
Pendant c'temps-là moi j'vis à Aubervilliers
C'est un p'tit coin perdu au bout d'la misère
Où l'on n'a pas tell'ment d'questions à s'poser
Pour briffer faut bosser mon p'tit père
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
L'oiseau blessé que chaque jour
Vous consommez
Etait d'une race maudite
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Entre nous dites, rappelez-vous
Y a pas longtemps
Vous vous taisiez
Pendant c'temps-là moi j'vivais à Aubervilliers
Ça n'était pas l'époque à dir' des rosaires
Y avait des tas d'questions qu'il fallait s'poser
Pour durer faut lutter mon p'tit père
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Si vous partez un beau matin
Les pieds devant
Pour vos châteaux en paradis
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Le paradis, c'est p't-êt' joli
Priez pour moi
Moi j'ai pas l'temps
Car je vivrai toujours à Aubervilliers
Avec deux bras noués autour d'ma misère
On n'aura plus tell'ment d'questions à s'poser
Dans la vie faut s'aimer mon p'tit père
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Si j'enseignais la charité
Bien ordonnée
Dans mes châteaux d'Aubervilliers
Monsieur Tout-Blanc
Ça n'est pas vous qu'j'irais trouver
Pour m'indiquer
C'qu'il faut donner
Maandag 16 augustus 1971
Légende Du Pays Aux Oiseaux "Lola"
Légende Du Pays Aux Oiseaux "Lola"
((Adapted from: Lullaby Of Birdland (The George Shearing Quintet) - 1952))
Composer(s): George Shearing - George David Weiss - Jean Constantin
Performer(s): Les Blue Stars - 1955
Lola
Ou la légende du pays aux oiseaux
Quand elle s'ennuie dans sa mansarde
Lola vient écouter
Le murmure des fontaines qui bavardent
À travers les prés et les rosées
Elles lui racontent la légende
Du pays aux oiseaux
Et pour mieux l'entendre
Lola se penche à l'ombre des roseaux
C'est l'histoire fabuleuse
Où des oiseaux par milliers
D'une île miraculeuse
S'envolent éparpillés
Dispersés
Et promènent au vent dans le sillage
De leurs ailes voyageuses
Des millions de plumes dans un nuage
De caresses ... de caresses amoureuses
Au pied d'un rocher Lola se couche
Eblouie près de l'eau
Pour entendre encore dans le chant des sources
Le murmure des ruisseaux
[Qui parcourent des plaines et des landes
De palais en châteaux
Pour lui répéter tout bas la légende
Du pays aux oiseaux]
Et sur sa robe éclatante
Dans ce jardin enchanté
Lola s'endort frissonnante
À la fraîcheur d'une allée
Parfumée
Et grisée de l'odeur des fougères
Elle rêve à celui
Qui transformera pour elle les volières
En baisers
Maandag 16 augustus 1971
Monsieur Saint-Pierre
Monsieur Saint-Pierre
Composer(s): Henri Contet; Johnny Hess
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Y a pas à dire, j'aime bien la vie
Et un peu trop les beaux garçons
Moi, j'ai un cœur qui s'multiplie
Et ça m'fait de drôl's d'additions
Et j'arrive pas à avoir honte
J'suis tranquill'ment un fill' de rien
Mais quand faudra rendre des comptes
Je m'demand' si tout s'pass'ra bien
Et ça m'fait peur, car on m'a dit
Qu'on m'prendrait pas au paradis
Ô mon bon monsieur Saint-Pierre
Moi, j'vous cause à ma manière
Vous pouvez m'passer un savon
Et me traiter de tous les noms
Vous pouvez m'fair' perdre mon sac
Celui qu'j'ai volé rue du Bac
Mais retenez ma place au paradis
On m'a tell'ment dit que c'était joli
Regardez-moi bien
Je suis si pauvre
Regardez mes mains
Des mains de pauvre
Et regardez tous mes péchés
Et mon vieux cœur las de tricher
Y a des tas d'noms écrits dessus
C'est pas d'ma faute, ils m'ont tous plu
Ô mon bon monsieur Saint-Pierre
Je n'sais pas fair' de prière
Mais on dit qu'vous êtes si gentil
Ret'nez ma place au paradis
Y a pas à dir', j'aimais la vie
Mais maint'nant ça m'avance à quoi
Me v'là tout' froide et tout' raidie
Entre quatre planches de bois
Vraiment, mon âme n'est pas fière
Devant la porte de cristal
Où j'entrevois derrièr' Saint-Pierre
Une éternité d'idéal
Je n'suis qu'une âm' de rien du tout
Je n'sais mêm' pas me mettre à g'noux
Ô mon bon monsieur Saint-Pierre
Moi j'vous cause à ma manière
Vous pouvez m'enl'ver mes désirs
Me priver de tous mes souv'nirs
Et mêm' me confisquer mon clip
Celui qu'm'a payé l'beau Philippe
Mais donnez-moi ma place au paradis
On m'a tell'ment dit que c'était joli
Regardez-moi bien
Je suis si pauvre
Regardez mes mains
Des mains de pauvre
Et regardez tous mes péchés
Et mon vieux cœur las de tricher
De tous les noms écrits dessus
Y'en a plus qu'un, celui d'Jésus
Ô mon bon monsieur Saint-Pierre
Je n'sais pas fair' de prière
Alors mettons que j'n'ai rien dit
Mais gardez-moi au paradis
Zondag 15 augustus 1971
Lullaby In Ragtime
