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io ti parlavo ancora
e tu eri già partito
e quello che dicevo
non lo ascoltavi più
la musica, il bicchiere
le altre sere
ti avrebbero legato qui
ma non adesso,
ti sento addosso
e non ci sei


La femme du bar

Je te parlais encore,
tu étais déjà ailleurs.
Et ce que je disais tu ne l'entendais pas.
La musique, le verre, un autre soir t'auraient retenu,
mais plus maintenant.
Je te sens sur moi et tu n'es plus là.
 
serge

Vieille Canaille

Paroles et Musique: Serge Gainsbourg--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

J's'rai content quand tu s'ras mort
Vieille Canaille
J's'rai content quand tu s'ras mort
Vieille Canaille
Tu ne perds rien pour attendre
Je sau - rai bien te descendre
J's'rai content d'avoir ta peau
Vieux Chameau

Je t'ai r'çu à bras ouverts
Vieill' Canaille
T'avais toujours ton couvert
Vieill' Canaille
T'as brûlé tous mes tapis
Tu t'es couché dans mon lit
Et t'as bu tout mon porto
Vieux Chameau

Puis j't'ai présenté ma femme
Vieille Canaille
Puis j't'ai présenté ma femme
Vieille Canaille
Tu y a fait du baratin
Tu l'embrassais dans les coins
Dès que j'avais tourné l'dos
Vieux Chameau

Puis t'es parti avec elle
Vieille Canaille
Puis t'es parti avec elle
Vieille Canaille
En emportant la vaisselle
Le dessous d'lit en dentelle,
L'argent'rie et les rideaux
Vieux Chameau

Mais j'ai sorti mon fusil
Vieille Canaille
Mais j'ai sorti mon fusil
Vieille Canaille
Et quand j'te tiendrai au bout
Je rigol'rai un bon coup
Et j't'aurai vite refroidi
Vieux Bandit

On te mettra dans un' tombe
Vieille Canaille
Et moi j'irai faire la bombe
Vieille Canaille
À coups de p'tits verr's d'eau-d'vie
La plus bell' cuit' de ma vie
Sera pour tes funérailles
Vieille Canaille
Vieille Canaille
Vieux Chameau
 
caetano

Tropicália
Caetano Veloso

Sobre a cabeça os aviões
Sob os meus pés os caminhões
Aponta contra os chapadões
Meu nariz
Eu organizo o movimento
Eu oriento o carnaval
Eu inauguro o monumento
No Planalto Central do país
Viva a bossa-sa-sa
Viva a palhoça-ça-ça-ça-ça
O monumento é de papel crepom e prata
Os olhos verdes da mulata
A cabeleira esconde atrás de verde mata
O luar do sertão
O monumento não tem porta
A entrada de uma rua antiga, estreita e torta
E no joelho uma criança sorridente, feia e morta
Estende a mão
Viva a mata-ta-ta
Viva a mulata-ta-ta-ta-ta
No pátio interno há uma piscina
Com água azul de Amaralina
Coqueiro, brisa e fala nordestina
E faróis
Na mão direita tem uma roseira
Autenticando eterna primavera
E nos jardins os urubus passeiam a tarde inteira
Entre os girassóis
Viva Maria-ia-ia
Viva a Bahia-ia-ia-ia-ia
No pulso esquerdo bang-bang
Em suas veias corre muito pouco sangue
Mas seu coração balança a um sasmba de tamborim
Emite acordes dissonantes
pelos cinco mil alto-falantes
Senhora e senhores ele põe os olhos grandes
Sobre mim
Viva Iracema-ma-ma
Viva Ipanema-ma-ma-ma-ma
Domingo é o fino da bossa
Segunda-feira está na fossa
Terça-feira vai à roça
Porém
O monumento é bem moderno
Não disse nada do modelo do meu terno
Que tudo mais vá pro inferno
Meu bem
Viva a banda-da-da
Carmem Miranda-da-da-da-da
 
Ciao maestro...
Provo a stupirti con un "affetto" speciale :)

Quan surts per fer el viatge cap a Itaca,
has de pregar que el camí sigui llarg,
ple d'aventures, ple de coneixences.
Has de pregar que el camí sigui llarg,
que siguin moltes les matinades
que entraràs en un port que els teus ulls ignoraven,
i vagis a ciutats per aprendre dels que saben.
Tingues sempre al cor la idea d'Itaca.
Has d'arribar-hi, és el teu destí,
però no forcis gens la travessia.
És preferible que duri molts anys,
que siguis vell quan fondegis l'illa,
ric de tot el que hauràs guanyat fent el camí,
sense esperar que et doni més riqueses.
Itaca t'ha donat el bell viatge,
sense ella no hauries sortit.
I si la trobes pobra, no és que Itaca
t'hagi enganyat. Savi, com bé t'has fet,
sabràs el que volen dir les Itaques.

(....)
 
bello, bello, bello
(come si dice a roma,
tre volte)
 
jeff

GRACE
There's the moon asking to stay
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
Well it's my time coming, I'm not afraid to die

My fading voice sings of love, but she cries to the clicking of time
Oh, time,
Wait in the fire...

And she weeps on my arm
Walking to the bright lights in sorrow
Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow
Oh my love...

And the rain is falling and I believe my time has come
It reminds me of the pain I might leave behind...
Wait in the fire

And I feel them drown my name
So easy to know and forget with this kiss
I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow...
 
christophe

6. Madame
(Miossec / Bondu) 3.24






Elle était de ces femmes qu'on embrasse sur les yeux
Dont on tombe sous le charme comme on tombe sous le feu
Elle était de ces femmes qui ne laissent pas les hommes silencieux
Dont on tombe sous la mitraille rien qu'en croisant ses yeux
Elle était de ces femmes qui ne semblent pas craindre le feu
Ni le bûcher ni les flammes tout en elle vous rendait heureux
Elle était de ces femmes qu'on prie pour qu'elle vous remarque un peu
On plongerait dans ses flammes pour seulement effleurer ses yeux
Elle était de ces femmes dont un sourire vous rend heureux
Pour elle j'aurais maudit mon âme, pour elle j'aurais maudit le bon dieu
Elle était de ces femmes dont on aimerait laver les cheveux
Dont on aimerait embrasser l'âme c'est le plus grand de mes vœux
J'ai rien dit devant cette femme même pas "au fait est-ce qu'il pleut ?"
Et l'enfant que vous êtes encore Madame me met les larmes aux yeux
Elle était de ces femmes qui n'ont pas le regard bleu
Dont les yeux ont versé trop de larmes pour croire encore aux cieux
J'ai rien dit devant cette femme même pas "au fait est-ce qu'il pleut ?"
Et l'enfant que vous êtes encore Madame me met les larmes aux yeux

Tous droits réservés - BMG Publishing
En hommage à Juliette Gréco ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)

....................questo omaggio mi "prende" bene chissà perchè;)
 
Ultima modifica:
umberto

Il nostro concerto

Paroles et Musique: Bindi, Calabresse 1960
© 1960 - Disch Ricordi

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Ovunque sei, se ascolterai
accanto a te mi troverai.
Vedrai lo sguardo che per me parlò
e la mia mano che la tua cercò.
Ovunque sei, se ascolterai
accanto a te mi rivedrai
e troverai un po' di me
in un concerto dedicato a te.
Ovunque sei, se ascolterai
accanto a te mi troverai.
Vedrai lo sguardo che per noi parlò
e la mia mano che la tua cercò.
Ovunque sei, se ascolterai
accanto a te mi rivedrai
e troverai un po' di me
in un concerto dedicato a te.
Ovunque sei... ovunque sei...
dove sarai... mi troverai vicino...
Ovunque sei... (ovunque tu sarai)
Ovunque sei...(ovunque adesso sei)
Dove sarai... mi troverai vicino a te.
 
leonard

IN MY SECRET LIFE
(from the album 'TEN NEW SONGS')

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank G-d it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.
 
piero

questo è veramente il più grande!


L'assenza e' un assedio
Una vita
a precipizio
l'esistenza
senza un senso
e' la discesa
niente ritorno
poi la salita
viene crudele
con un miraggio
mentre il giorno
tramontando
lascia un solco

Le parole
giocano strane
e il tramonto
guarda in silenzio
esperienza
forse e' in mano
di altri
poi la memoria
nascondendo il presente
diventa ladra

Passeggiate
tra milioni di sguardi
tutti folli
la domenica stanchi
e il riposo
rimandato
ad un domani
nell'estate
e' bello un ballo
tutti soli

Nella notte
la tentazione
di sedersi
per non piu' rialzarsi
ma poi per caso
da una sottile fessura
si ripropone
con due occhi tristi
un problema
eterno amore

Amore
valutavamo
va la vita va, amore
va cosi' la vita, amore
va la vita, va
 
mi piace cantata da Murolo o Sorrenti

Dicitencello vuje
(Fusco, Falvo)

Dicitencello a 'sta cumpagna vosta
ch'aggio perduto 'o suonno e 'a fantasia...
ch''a penzo sempe,
ch'è tutt''a vita mia...
I' nce 'o vvulesse dicere,
ma nun ce 'o ssaccio dí...

'A voglio bene...
'A voglio bene assaje!
Dicitencello vuje
ca nun mm''a scordo maje.
E' na passione,
cchiù forte 'e na catena,
ca mme turmenta ll'anema...
e nun mme fa campá!...

Dicitencello ch'è na rosa 'e maggio,
ch'è assaje cchiù bella 'e na jurnata 'e sole...
Da 'a vocca soja,
cchiù fresca d''e vviole,
i giá vulesse sèntere
ch'è 'nnammurata 'e me!

'A voglio bene...
..........................

Na lácrema lucente v'è caduta...
dicíteme nu poco: a che penzate?!
Cu st'uocchie doce,
vuje sola mme guardate...
Levámmoce 'sta maschera,
dicimmo 'a veritá...

Te voglio bene...
Te voglio bene assaje...
Si' tu chesta catena
ca nun se spezza maje!
Suonno gentile,
suspiro mio carnale...
Te cerco comm'a ll'aria:
Te voglio pe' campá!...
 
mmm maestro... sono bellissime!
Solo Sorrenti... un po' gnaolante, secondo me.

Vediamo se riesco a "convertirti"



I'm going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Though true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the Pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender


Baciotto :)
 
j.j

quale canzone più adatta per noi se non questa?



After Midnight


After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang out
After midnight, we're gonna chug-a-lug and shout
We're gonna cause talk and suspicion
Give an exhibition
Find out what it is all about
After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang out
After midnight, gonna shake your tambourine
After midnight, it's gonna be peaches and cream
We're gonna cause talk and suspicion
Give an exhibition
Find out what it is all about
After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang out
After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang out
 
questo perchè..........

questo perchè sei la mia allieva prediletta!



LOVE NEEDS A HEART (by Lowell George, Valerie Carter & Jackson Browne)

Maybe the hardest thing I've ever done
Was to walk away from you
Leaving behind the life that we'd begun
I split myself in two

Proud and alone, cold as a stone
Rolling down that hill into the night
I could see the surprise and the hurt in your eyes
From behind each flashing city light

Love needs a heart and I need to find
If loves needs a heart like mine

Love won't come near me, she don't even hear me
She walks past my vacancy sign
Love needs a heart, trusting and blind
I wish that heart was mine

Proud and alone, cold as a stone
I'm afraid to believe the things I feel
I can cry with the best I can laugh with the rest
But I'm never sure when it's real
And it may be the hardest thing I've ever done
But apart from all that I hope to find
Where's the heart that's been looking for mine?
I hope it finds me in time

Love needs a heart and I need to find
If love needs a heart like mine
 
tom

Anywhere I Lay My Head

My head is spinning round, my heart is in my shoes, yeah
I went and set the Thames on fire, oh, now I must come back down
She's laughing in her sleeve boys, I can feel it in my bones
Oh, but anywhere I'm gonna lay my head, I'm gonna call my home

Well I see that the world is upside-down
Seems that my pockets were filled up with gold
And now the clouds, well they've covered over
And the wind is blowing cold
Well I don't need anybody, because I learned, I learned to be alone
Well I said anywhere, anywhere, anywhere I lay my head, boys
Well I gonna call my home
 
Re: tom

Cantata da lui è un'altra cosa (non dico meglio o peggio, solo "diversa", ma bellissima!)

There's a place for us,
Somewhere a place for us.
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere.

There's a time for us,
Some day a time for us,
Time together with time spare,
Time to learn, time to care,
Some day!

Somewhere.
We'll find a new way of living,
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere . . .

There's a place for us,
A time and place for us.
Hold my hand and we're halfway there.
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Somehow,
Some day,
Somewhere!
 
Ma postare qualcosa di conosciuto no eh?
Razza d'incompetenti...
 
...invece, chiaramente, sono bellissime!! Se permettete, maestro ed allieva, ve la dedicherei con simpatia ;)



The wounds on your hands never seem to heal
I thought all I needed was to believe


Here am I, a lifetime away from you
The blood of Christ, or the beat of my heart
My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes


Senseless years thunder by
Millions are willing to give their lives for you
Does nothing live on?


Learning to cope with feelings aroused in me
My hands in the soil, buried in side of myself
My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes in you once again


I'll go walking in circles
While doubting the very ground beneath me
Trying to show unquestioning faith in everything
Here am I, a lifetime away from you
The blood of Christ, or a change of heart



My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes
My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes in you once again
 
Ricreazione
(l'ora di lezione preferita da Olly :D)

Mira lo que se avecina a la vuelta de la esquina
viene OLLY rumbeando
con la luna en las pupilas
y su traje agua marina
va después de contrabando
Y donde mas no cabe un alma
Y se mete a darse caña
Poseído por el ritmo ragatanga
y el dj que lo conoce toca el himno de las 12
para OLLY la canción más deseada
y la baila!!!
y la goza!!
y la cantaaaaaaaa!!!
aserejé ja deje
dejebe tu dejebe
deseri iowa a mavy
an de bugui an de güidibidi
a sereje ja deje
dejebe tu dejebe
deseri iowa a mavy
an de bugui an de güidibidi

no es cosa de brujería
que lo encuentre to los días
por donde voy caminando
OLLY tiene chulería** y ese punto de alegría
raftafari-afrogitano
Y donde mas no cabe un alma
Y se mete a darse caña
Poseído por el ritmo ragatanga
y el dj que lo conoce toca el himno de las 12
para OLLY la canción más deseada
y la baila!!!
y la goza!!
y la cantaaaaaaaa!!!
asereje ja deje
dejebe tu dejebe
deseri iowa a mavy
an de bugui an de güidibidi
a sereje ja deje
dejebe tu dejebe
deseri iowa a mavy
an de bugui an de güidibidi
ananananana
ananana nananananana
anananananananananan
ahí ahí ahíiii ee ooo


** Sconsiglio ad Olly di cantarlo quando viene a Torino :D
 
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