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Pour les nostalgiques des années 60, 70

 

Liens pour écouter,

Textes de chansons,

Traductions,

 

 

J'ouvre le bal avec une chanson culte de ..

 

Eagles, Hotel California

 

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

 

There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself this could be heaven or this could be hell

Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

 

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place, such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

 

Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

 

So I called up the captain; please bring me my wine

He said : "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine"

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say

 

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place, such a lovely face

They livin' it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) bring your alibis

 

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice

And she said we are all just prisoners here of our own device

And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast

 

Last thing I remember I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

Relax said the nightman We are programmed to receive

You can check out anytime you like but you can never leave

 

 

 

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Supertramp

 

SUPERTRAMP

 

LOGICAL SONG... écouter

 

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,

a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.

And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,

joyfully, playfully watching me.

But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,

logical, responsible, practical.

And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,

clinical, intellectual, cynical.

 

There are times when all the world's asleep,

the questions run too deep

for such a simple man.

Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned

I know it sounds absurd

but please tell me who I am.

 

Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,

liberal, fanatical, criminal.

Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're

acceptable, respecable, presentable, a vegtable!

 

At night, when all the world's asleep,

the questions run so deep

for such a simple man.

Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned

I know it sounds absurd

but please tell me who I am.

 

 

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Dust in the wind, Kansas

 

 

De Kansas

 

I close my eyes

Only for a moment, then the moment's gone

All my dreams

Pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Dust in the wind

All they are is dust in the wind

 

Same old song

Just a drop of water in an endless sea

All we do

Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind, ohh

 

Now, don't hang on

Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky

It slips away

And all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind

All we are is dust in the wind

 

Dust in the wind

Everything is dust in the wind

Everything is dust in the wind

The wind

 

- Kansas -

 

../..

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Ella Fitzgerald

 

 

.. Duo : Ella Fitzgerald et Louis Amstrong

 

 

Summertime, and the livin' is easy

Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin'

So hush little baby, Don't you cry

 

One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing

And you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky

But 'til that morning, there ain't nothin' can harm you

With Daddy and Mammy standin' by

 

One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing

And you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky

But 'til that morning, there ain't nothin can harm you

With Daddy and Mammy standin' by

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Je ne sais pas pourquoi, tout de suite, je pense à cette chanson, de Jean Ferrat :

Que la montagne est belle.

 

Je ne sais même plus si c'est le titre, de la chanson !!

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Jean Ferrat, La Montagne

 

La Motagne .. clique pour écouter Tati ;)

 

De : Jean Ferrat

 

 

et pour chanter ..

 

Ils quittent un à un le pays

Pour s'en aller gagner leur vie

Loin de la terre où ils sont nés

Depuis longtemps ils en rêvaient

De la ville et de ses secrets

Du formica et du ciné

Les vieux ça n'était pas original

Quand ils s'essuyaient machinal

D'un revers de manche les lèvres

Mais ils savaient tous à propos

Tuer la caille ou le perdreau

Et manger la tomme de chèvre

 

Pourtant que la montagne est belle

Comment peut-on s'imaginer

En voyant un vol d'hirondelles

Que l'automne vient d'arriver ?

 

Avec leurs mains dessus leurs têtes

Ils avaient monté des murettes

Jusqu'au sommet de la colline

Qu'importent les jours les années

Ils avaient tous l'âme bien née

Noueuse comme un pied de vigne

Les vignes elles courent dans la forêt

Le vin ne sera plus tiré

C'était une horrible piquette

Mais il faisait des centenaires

A ne plus que savoir en faire

S'il ne vous tournait pas la tête

 

Pourtant que la montagne est belle

Comment peut-on s'imaginer

En voyant un vol d'hirondelles

Que l'automne vient d'arriver ?

 

Deux chèvres et puis quelques moutons

Une année bonne et l'autre non

Et sans vacances et sans sorties

Les filles veulent aller au bal

Il n'y a rien de plus normal

Que de vouloir vivre sa vie

Leur vie ils seront flics ou fonctionnaires

De quoi attendre sans s'en faire

Que l'heure de la retraite sonne

Il faut savoir ce que l'on aime

Et rentrer dans son H.L.M.

Manger du poulet aux hormones

 

Pourtant que la montagne est belle

Comment peut-on s'imaginer

En voyant un vol d'hirondelles

Que l'automne vient d'arriver ?

 

 

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Chico Buarque, Essa Moça Tá Diferente

 

De rien Tati ;)

 

Maintenant je me fais plaisir avec le concours de Schweppes ! ..

ma préférée :p

 

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Brasil
de Chico Buarque

 

Essa moça tá diferente

J não me conhece mais

Está pra lá de pra frente

Está me passando pra trás

Essa moça tá decidida

A se supermodernizar

Ela só samba escondida

Que é pra ninguém reparar

 

Eu cultivo rosas e rimas

Achando que é muito bom

Ela me olha de cima

E vai desinventar o som

Faço-lhe um concerto de flauta

E não lhe desperto emoção

Ela quer ver o astronauta

Descer na televisão

 

Mas o tempo vai

Mas o tempo vem

Ela me desfaz

Mas o que é que tem

Que ela só me guarda despeito

Que ela só me guarda desdém

Mas o tempo vai

Mas o tempo vem

Ela me desfaz

Mas o que é que tem

Se do lado esquerdo do peito

No fundo, ela ainda me quer bem

 

Essa moça tá diferente (etc.)

 

Essa moça é a tal da janela

Que eu me cansei de cantar

E agora está só na dela

Botando só pra quebrar

 

Mas o tempo vai

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Bonne initiative, Adlane !

 

Cela fait un beau jeu de ping pong : Nostalgie ... musique savante ...

 

Hem ... cela me rappelle l'histoire véritable du compositeur Al-Hamûlî qui avait pour rivale la plus grande chanteuse de tous les temps (plus qu'Um Kalthum, plus que la Sultane) : Almaz... qui chantait à la cour du Khédive, cachée par un rideau ...

 

Et le Khédive les invitait à sa cour, pour chanter ... les deux artistes si sublimes se lançaient des défis musicaux ... et Al-Hamûlî avait bien du mal à prendre le dessus ...

 

... alors il usa de machiavélisme et épousa Almaz pour la faire taire à tout jamais ... et cela fait que nous n'avons aucun enregistrement lors de la première invention du zonophone ... hélas pour nous ... :04:

 

Bon, ce ne sera pas notre cas ici ... :D

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Karaoké

 

Bonne initiative, Adlane !

 

Cela fait un beau jeu de ping pong : Nostalgie ... musique savante ...

 

Hem ... cela me rappelle l'histoire véritable du compositeur Al-Manyalâwi qui avait pour rivale la plus grande chanteuse de tous les temps (plus qu'Um Kalthum, plus que la Sultane) : Almaz... qui chantait à la cour du Khédive, cachée par un rideau ...

 

Et le Khédive les invitait à sa cour, pour chanter ... les deux artistes si sublimes se lançaient des défis musicaux ... et Al-Manyalâwi avait bien du mal à prendre le dessus ...

 

... alors il usa de machiavélisme et épousa Almaz pour la faire taire à tout jamais ... et cela fait que nous n'avons aucun enregistrement lors de la première invention du zonophone ... hélas pour nous ... :04:

 

Bon, ce ne sera pas notre cas ici ... :D

 

Merci Joul,

 

Ce n'est pas le cas de le dire, comme tu le notes si bien, ..

toi tu assures le cours, et moi j'assure les travaux dirigés .. :D

 

 

 

ça ne te dit pas un karaoké avec moi ? chantons le brésil ;)

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Nina Simone - My baby just cares for me

 

Una salsa ... muy obrigadou, senhor !

 

Tengo mucho gusto de bailar una salsa senora ..

 

.. de Nina Simone

 

version originale de Gus Kahn, Walter Donaldson (1928)

 

My baby don't care for shows

My baby don't care for clothes

My baby just cares for me

My baby don't care for cars and races

My baby don't care for high-tone places

 

Liz Taylor is not his style

And even Lana Turner's smile

is somethin' he can't see

 

My baby don't care who knows it

My baby just cares for me

 

My baby don't care for shows

And he don't even care for clothes

My baby just cares for me

 

My baby don't care for cars and races

My baby don't care for

he don't care for high-tone places

 

I wonder what's wrong with baby

My baby just cares for

Just says his prayers for

My baby just cares for me

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Mas que nada - Sergio Mendes

 

Salsa .. pour Jouljoul :p

 

Mas Que Nada .. de Sergio Mendes et The black eyed peas

 

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Première version de Sergio Mendes 1966

 

Ô Ô Ô Ô Ô Bahia raiô

Oba oba oba

Ô Ô Ô Ô Ô Bahia raiô

Oba oba oba

 

Mas que nada

Sai da minha frente Eu quero passar

Pois o samba esta animado O que eu quero é sambar

 

Este samba que é misto de maracatu

E samba de preto velho Samba de preto tu

 

Mas que nada

O samba como este tão legal

Você não vai querer

Que eu chegue no final

 

 

Ô Ô Ô Ô Ô Bahia raiô

Oba oba oba

Ô Ô Ô Ô Ô Bahia raiô

Oba oba oba

 

Este samba que é misto de maracatu

E samba de preto velho Samba de preto tu

 

Mas que nada

O samba como este tão legal

Você não vai querer

Que eu chegue no final

 

Ô Ô Ô Ô Ô Bahia raiô

Oba oba oba

Ô Ô Ô Ô Ô Bahia raiô

Oba oba oba

 

 

 

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Nina Simone - House of the rising sun

 

@ Euphorie, Grand merci pour cette version de Léo ferré ..

merveilleusement chantée par Dalida,

 

@ jouljoul, tu veux encore de la salsa ? je n'ai que ça :p

 

Je pense que celle ci est connue de tous ..

 

Nina Simone - House of the rising sun

The bitter end cafe .. écouter (House of the rising sun)

Ou aussi « Rising Sun Blues »

 

Paroles version Bob Dylan

There is a house down in new orleans

They call the risin sun

And its been the ruin of many a poor girl

And I, oh lord, Im a-one

 

My mother, she was a tailor

She sewed these new blue jeans

My sweetheart was a gambler, lord

Down in new orleans

 

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time hes satisfied

Is when hes on a drunk

 

He fills his glasses up to the brim

And hell pass the cards around

And the only pleasure he gets out of life

Is ramblin from town to town

 

Oh tell my baby sister

Not to do what I have done

But shun that house in new orleans

They call the risin sun

 

Well, its one foot on the platform

And the other foot on the train

Im goin back to new orleans

To wear that ball and chain

 

Im a-goin back to new orleans

My race is almost run

Im goin back to end my life

Down in the risin sun

 

There is a house in new orleans

They call the risin sun

Its been the ruin of many poor girl

And me, oh god, Im a-one

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Gloria Gaynor - I will survive

 

Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive

I will survive .. cliquer pour écouter

 

1978, écrite par Freddie Perren et Dino Fekaris,

interprétée par Gloria Gaynor

 

At first I was afraid

I was petrified

Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side

But then I spent so many nights

Thinkin' how you did me wrong

And I grew strong

I learned how to get along

And so you're back from outer space

I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face

I should have changed that stupid lock

I would have made you leave your key

If I'd have known for just one second you'd be back to bother me

Go on now, go

walk out the door

Just turn around now

You're not welcome anymore

Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye

Did I crumble

Did you think I'd lay down and die?

Oh no not I

I will survive

Oh, as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive

I've got all my life to live

I've got all my love to give

And I'll survive

I will survive

Hey hey

It took all the strength I had not to fall apart

Kept trying' hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart

And I spent oh so many nights

Just feeling sorry for myself

I used to cry

But now I hold my head up high

And you see in me

Somebody new

I'm not that chained up little person still in love with you

And so you feel like droppin' in

And just expect me to be free

But I'm savin' all my lovin' for someone who's lovin' me[/Quote]

 

 

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Bésame mucho - Consuelo Velázquez

 

Bésame Mucho,

Bésame Mucho . Cliquer pour écouter,

Version interprétée par Cristina Motta

 

Boléro composé et interprété par la mexicaine Consuelo Velázquez

 

Besame, besame mucho

Como si fuera esta la noche

La última vez

 

Besame, besame mucho

Que tengo miedo a perderte

Perderte despues

 

Quiero tenerte muy cerca

Mirarme en tus ojos

Verte junto a mi

 

Piensa que tal vez mañana

Yo ya estare lejos

Muy lejos de aquí

 

Besame, besame mucho

Como si fuera esta la noche

La última vez

 

Besame, besame mucho

que tengo miedo a perderte

perderte despues

 

Besame, besame mucho [/Quote]

 

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Besame mucho a été repris par Arielle Dombasle ... dans un programme style années 40, version argentine. Mme Bernard Henry-Lévy en fait même un peu trop ... :rolleyes:

 

Merci encore pour la salsa.

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Bonsoir Jouljoul,

 

Il est vrai que j'étais quelque peu occupé par le travail,

Tu ne cesseras pas de nous étonner par tout ce savoir encyclopédique culturel que tu daignes nous prodiguer, Merci Jouljoul

 

C'est dommage que je n'ai pu trouver de vidéo d'Arielle dombasle interprétant besame.. à ce sujet, qu'a t-elle fait de trop ?

 

Dire que son mari ce n'est pas trop ma tassé de thé ;)

 

 

@ Euphorie, lapsus ? :D

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Joan Baez - Farewell Angelina

 

Joan Baez

 

Farewell Angelina (Live 1966)cliquer pour écouter ..

 

Farewell Angelina

The bells of the crown

Are being stolen by bandits

I must follow the sound

The triangle tingles

And the trumpet play slow

Farewell Angelina

The sky is on fire

And I must go.

 

There's no need for anger

There's no need for blame

There's nothing to prove

Ev'rything's still the same

Just a table standing empty

By the edge of the sea

Farewell Angelina

The sky is trembling

And I must leave.

 

The jacks and queens

Have forsaked the courtyard

Fifty-two gypsies

Now file past the guards

In the space where the deuce

And the ace once ran wild

Farewell Angelina

The sky is folding

I'll see you in a while.

 

See the cross-eyed pirates sitting

Perched in the sun

Shooting tin cans

With a sawed-off shotgun

And the neighbors they clap

And they cheer with each blast

Farewell Angelina

The sky's changing color

And I must leave fast.

 

King Kong, little elves

On the rooftoops they dance

Valentino-type tangos

While the make-up man's hands

Shut the eyes of the dead

Not to embarrass anyone

Farewell Angelina

The sky is embarrassed

And I must be gone.

 

The machine guns are roaring

The puppets heave rocks

The fiends nail time bombs

To the hands of the clocks

Call me any name you like

I will never deny it

Farewell Angelina

The sky is erupting

I must go where it's quiet

 

 

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The girl from Ipanema

 

Garota de Ipanema

 

écouter ..interprétée par Tom Jobim Vinicius de Moraes

 

Version originale en brésilien

Olha que coisa mais linda, mais cheia de graça

É ela a menina que vem e que passa

Num doce balanço, caminho do mar

 

Moça do corpo dourado, do sol de Ipanema

O seu balançado é mais que um poema

É a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar

 

Ah, por que estou tao sozinho ?

Ah, por que tudo é tao triste ?

Ah, a beleza que existe

A beleza que nao é so minha

Que também passa sozinha

 

Ah, se ela soubesse que quando ela passa

O mundo sorrindo se enche de graça

E fica mais lindo por causa do amor

Por causa do amor...

 

 

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The girl from Ipanema

 

écouter .. , interprétée par :

Astrud Gilberto & Stan Getz - The Girl From Ipanema (1964)

 

Version en anglais

 

Tall and tan and young and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah

 

When she walks, she's like a samba

That swings so cool and sways so gentle

That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh

 

(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly

How can I tell her I love her

Yes I would give my heart gladly

But each day, when she walks to the sea

She looks straight ahead, not at me

 

Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see (doesn't see)

(She just doesn't see, she never sees me, ...)

 

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