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Listen Erato i Jacques Houdek "Putujemo snovima"


Lyrics

My Death (Scott Walker)

(French words: Jacques Brel)
(English words: Mort Shuman and Eric Blau)
(Music: Jacques Brel)

My death is like
a swinging door
a patient girl who knows the score
whistle for her
and the passing time

My death waits like
a bible truth
at the funeral of my youth
weep loud for that
and the passing time

My death waits like
a witch at night
and surely as our love is bright
let's laugh for us
and the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil I don't care
for in front of that door
there is you

My death waits like
a beggar blind
who sees the world with an unlit mind
throw him a dime
for the passing time

My death waits
to allow my friends
a few good times before it ends
let's drink to that
and the passing time

My death waits in
your arms, your thighs
your cool fingers will close my eyes
let's not talk about
the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil I don't care
for in front of that door
there is you

My death waits
among the falling leaves
in magicians, mysterious sleeves
rabbits, dogs
and the passing times

My death waits
among the flowers
where the blackish shadow cowers
let's pick lilacs
for the passing time

My death waits in
a double bed
sails of oblivion at my head
pull up the sheets
against the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil I don't care
for in front of that door
there is you

Longevity (J Live)




With or without the mic when my mind gets phonetic
The mouth gets kinetically energetic its simple as your alphabetics
My words you mark and never mock long as my name has been Jean Jacques
I keep you open like your pupils in the dark.

Dogs bark at the gate to negate what I create
Still I write rhymes regardless of the stop signs
In tough times or nice times
For shade or for sunshine
Throughout time all times have been the right time, to recite mine
To mankind
Who wants mine, come get mine
You best combine minds
Before you cross that fine line
And say who is so called inclined
Press rewind
You'll find if you're blind, you can't see
How this defines and redefines M U S I C
Who I be
H I P H O P, you know we
As them strangers
That some wish they could be or not to be
Impossibly
As it transcends from hte pen, to the key to the mind
You will find an emcee, good enough to envy
As long as I'm alive
It'll send me to that next shit
That some just can't get wit' or F with
My almamada tolf you that "it don'y quit" kid, it don'y start until it
all seems to be so easy

Chorus: Easy, Emcee is my ambition, The incredible, lyrical and
original emcee is my ambition

Who in their right minds thinks they can put a stop to hip hop
If it don't stop till I stop
And I don't stop till it stop
Fake emcees that soak props like rag mops must get dropped
Risin' to the top of the bottom
That's how I got 'em
If your hearts glass ceiling is my mind's glass floor
Whose style do you suppose
Reaches higher plateaus
While you kick those sellout flows
In hope to sell out shows
But get your spots taken easy as the wind blos
J remains repin all the heads whole steppin
Whose style shall be the illest
With or without the weapon
With or without a doubt I maintain with just the facts
Improving skills with or without the record contracts
And yet still
If that beez the case my presence was a gift in its own right
So I remain strong
Long as
Hands cap on
Snare drums tap on
J's word stays bond
And cornballs who rap get snapped on
Live lyrics will be just that
Just phat
Just right for all those who feel my flavors tight
I'm dedicated to the flow
The only way the true lyricist could ever make it seems so easy

Chorus

As I reserve the right to renovate the Raw S** with lyrical
scaffolds
Heads are battled as tracks are travelled
You're unraveled
Or should I say unrapped in this world where mics get checked and
all cornballs get slapped
Alright rhymes get rewritten
No bullshittin
Perfected
JL run point and stays on it
Mastered styles look back and laugh at first drafts
Freestyles make toes wanna paydownponit
Do anything but lay down on it
Anestesiatics get trapped like rats in attics
To craftmatics
but then transform like skilled wax to insomniacs with my name in
your almanacs infact
I let my glory be that never ending story
Like those that still inspire since seven albums before me
Cause yo
From this old school comes a new degree
Yet to be mastered till longevity seems to be so easy

Cuban Love Song (Jacques Renard)

Cuban Love Song
Jacques Renard
written by Stothart McHugh & Fields,

I love you, that's what my heart is saying,
While every breeze is playing our Cuban Love Song;
I love you for all the joy you brought me,
The lovely night you taught me our Cuban Love Song;

One melody will always thrill my heart,
One kiss will cheer me when we're far apart,
I love you with such a tender passion,
And only you could fashion
Our Cuban Love Song.


From: MoeDonna@aol.com


Gordon's Gardenparty (The Cardigans)

Words: Persson, Svensson
Music: Svensson

You in brown checked suit
said my dress was very cute
I found you found me
dancing in this melody
Heavenly!

We were swinging on so nice
bubbly pink champagne on ice
Nancy, Jacques Closeau and Claire
I believe they all were there
Having the time of their lives

You had Rose's lime
mixed with vodka, I had wine
People having fun
cocktails in the evening sun
Give me one!

We were swinging on so nice
bubbly pink champagne on ice
Nancy, Jacques Closeau and Claire
I believe they all were there
Having the time of their lives

La la la do de do de do

Quien Fuera (Silvio Rodríguez)

Estoy buscando una palabra
en el umbral de tu misterio
quien fuera Alibabá
quien fuera el mitico Simbad
quien fuera un poderoso sutilegio
quien fuera un encantador
Estoy buscando una escafandra
al pie del mar de los delirios
quien fuera Jacques Coustau
quien fuera Nemo el capital
quien fuera el barriscaso de tu abismo
quien fuera explorador
Corazón, corazón, oscuro
corazón, corazón, con muros
corazón, que se esconde
ay! corazón, que está donde
corazón, corazón, en fuga
herido de dudas de amor
Estoy buscando melodias
para tener como llamarte
quien fuera ruiseñor
quien fuera Lennon y McCarney
sin toda la Violeta, Chico buarque
quien fuera tu trovador
Corazón, corazón, oscuro
corazón, corazón, con muros
corazón, que se esconde
ay! corazón, que está donde
corazón, corazón, en fuga
herido de dudas de amor

Living In Stereo (Chilliwack)

Well I hear what you're saying?But I don't know what you mean?It's like stereo?I can tell that you're talking?But my head just isn't working?I'm in stereo
Everything is funny like I'm sitting on the bottom of the sea?Don't know if I like it or if someone ought to come and rescue me
Like alot of other people?When the going's getting tough?I go stereo?Part of me can take it?But the rest is backing off?And I'm in stereo
Floating out of reach of everybody - everything is moving slow?It's an underwater movie?Like the rapture of the deep and Jacques Cousteau
It's alright - it's ok - I don't mind?Now you've walked right into my little world?You can stay we'll be fine we'll be fine we'll be fine?We'll be ok

Jacques Cousteau (Michael Johnson)

Well he's my favorite frogman you all know
He's got a black wet suit and he's ready to go
He's got a mini-sub and he don't care
If he don't ever come up for air

Chorus:
Cause he's Jacques Cousteau
How low, how low baby can you go
From sea to shining sea
He's checking 'em out for you and me

He's got a tank on his back, strapped and locked
He's got goggles and flippers and he's ready to rock
And he shoots the fishes one by one
Only with zee camera, never zee gun

Chorus

Atlantic, manifique
Pacific, terrifique
But he's a friend of the whale and a friend of the shark
And all the little fishies that glow in the dark

Well Jacques and the fishes, they're doing the swim
I say "Jump back Jacques and do it again"
He don't work no nine to five, he say "C'est la vie"
He take another dive

Chorus

SIGN IN STRANGER (Steely Dan)

Have you heard about the boom on Mizar Five
People got to shout to stay alive
They don't even have policeman one
Doesn't matter where you been or what you've done
Do you have a dark spot on your past
Leave it to my man he'll fix it fast
Pepe has a scar from ear to ear
He will make your mug shots disappear
CHORUS:
You zombie
Be born again my friend
Won't you sign in stranger

Do you like to take a yo-yo for a ride
Zombie I can see you're qualified
Walk around collecting Turkish union dues
They will call you sir and shine your shoes
Or maybe you would like to see the show
You'll enjoy the Cafe D'Escargot
Folks are in a line around the block
Just to see her do the can-can-Jacques

CHORUS

Love or leave her, yellow fever
Sure, it's all in the game
And who are you
Just another scurvy brother

CHORUS

Une Nuit A Paris (10cc)

[Part One: One Night in Paris]
[Mme. Bezier:] Bonjour monsieur
Paris really welcomes you
It's the best room in the house
It's forty francs a night, alright.

[Touriste:] It's crazy, it isn't worth a centime
I'll take it!
[Mme. Bezier:] Merci Monsieur
[Offstage Chorus:] Rouged lips in the gaslight
A great view of the hall
That's the way the croissant crumbles after all
[Narrator:] Paris is only one step away
Les girls are out on bail
Tres bien there's love for sale
[Coquette:] Oh my cheri, wish you were mine
And I'll show you a wonderful time
For the price of a cheap champagne
I'll show it you once again
[Voice of the Streets:] One night in Paris
Is like a year in any other place
One night in Paris
Will wipe the smile off your pretty face
One girl in Paris
Is like loving every woman
One night in Paris
One night in Paris
One night in Paris
May be your last!!!

[Part Two: The Same Night in Paris]
[Hustlers (1 to 5):] Is he gonna buy?
[1.Offstage:] You wanna little culture?
[Hustlers:] Is he gonna pay?
[2.Offstage:] Maybe Monsieur is into photographs, Non?
[Hustlers:] Or is he gonna fall in love
The all American way?
[3.Offstage:] I got a watch wiz a beautiful Swiss movement
[Hustlers:] Is he gonna buy?
[4.Offstage:] Forget the watch, I'll show you a good time!
[Hustlers:] Is he gonna pay?
[5.Offstage:] Le connoisseur, want something different?
[Hustlers:] Or is he gonna fall in love
The all American way?
[Everyone:] Oh you know you ain't no Casanova
You can't even do the Bossa Nova
Or the Tango or the Samba!
[Chinese Tarts:] Though you are so very charming
No you ain't no Casanova
[Hustlers:] Is he gonna buy?
Is he gonna pay?
Or is he gonna fall in love
The all American way?
Sometimes I think he will
But then again....
[Voices of the Streets:] One night in Paris
Is like a year in any other place!
One night in Paris
Will wipe the smile off your pretty face!
Try a girl in Paris
But try one of mine
Each night in Paris
Each night in Paris
Each night in Paris
Each night in Paris
May be your last!!!

[Part Three: Later the same night in Paris]
[Coquette's Girls:] Forty-Two, Quarante-Deux
Rue de Saint Jacques
All our girls are how you say
Good in the sack
[Coquette:] I was a stripper
On the Champs Elysees
He was a gendarme
In the gendarmerie
[Girls:] Going Oh La La La
Oh La La La La
[Coquette:] He was a pimp
In a black beret
But he was an artiste
In his own way
[Girls:] Going Oh La La La
Oh La La La La
[Coquette:] When they raided my club that night
They ruined my act with the leather umbrella
the Chief de Police got a fright
He was up in my boudoir with some other fella
[Club Clientelle:] It's only routine
But I got this feeling
It ain't good for business
[Narrator:] Then the floor cleared
A woman screamed to herself
[Henri's Lover:] Henri...Though you're not the toast of Paris
I love you, although you bed and beat me
Henri, leave it alone,
For the gendarme's just doing his job
[Narrator:] Paris is only one step away
[Chorus:] Murder is only one step away
[Everyone:] Notre Dame is ringing her bells
Another gendarme has gone to Hell
Notre Dame is ringing her bells
Another gendarme has gone to Hell
gone to Hell
gone to Hell
gone to Hell
[Whole Cast:] One night in Paris
Is like a year in any other place
One night in Paris
Will wipe the smile off your pretty face
One girl in Paris
Is like loving every woman
This night in Paris
This night in Paris
This night in Paris
This night in Paris
May be your last!!!

Im Nebel Der Geschichte (Die Firma)

ich steh im wandel der zeit halt raps bereit
für den alles entscheidenden fight zwischen licht und dunkelheit
wir stehen im nebel der geschichte wo schachspieler
ihr werk verrichten beweise vernichten bevor sie sich verdichten
denn ein jeder hat interessen die geschützt werden
wer kontrolliert die erde nur der glaube versetzt berge
ich frag nach wo die meisten schweigen fragen
die die kirche vermeidet selbst der mann der das höchste amt bekleidet
judas von ischariot gebrandtmarkt als verräter
war zelot soldat und messerwerfer
sowie simon und jesus sagte "bringt eure schwerter"
freiheitskämpfer unter den jüngern ihr starrt mit offenen mündern
wollte jesus die revolution bedrohte er die eindringlinge
aus rom fürchtete man seine saat und seinen sohn
denn jesus war rabbi und folglich ehemann
maria magdalena die aus der bibel fast verschwand
die apokryphen wiegen schwer die schriftrollen vom toten meer
geben mehr her als der kirche jemals recht wär
pflegte jesus umgang mit der gemeinde von quumran
als er in der wüste verschwand gebrauch deinen verstand
und lies zwischen den zeilen könige und priester in einem
jesus war umringt von feinden und anhängern aus jüdischen gemeinden
das politische klima zu heiss um es zu berühren
und er begann den tempel zu stürmen

[Chorus]
ich grab tief unter den tempeln jerusalems
ich will die welt verstehen und der wahrheit in die augen sehen
ich glaube also bin ich
ich greif nach dem licht

starb jesus oder starb barabbas besaß jesus zuviel politische macht
gab es einen pakt vor der gefangenschaft
symbolisiert das blut im gral seine nachfahren
sind sie mit josef von arimathea nach europa gefahren
so viel wird verschwiegen geistliche intrigen
religion ist krieg in kriegen zählt nur siegen
paulus mißverstand erfuhr das meiste nur aus zweiter hand
setzte mit der lehre des göttlichen messiahs die welt in brand
das gelobte land sah den einzug der christen
die das kreuz auf fahnen hissten moslems und juden von schwertern zerissen
tiere die blut wittern die schatzkammern sind nicht mehr sicher
doch nichts ist so umstritten wie das schicksal der tempelritter
über neun jahre verbrachten sie
in jerusalem um ein geheimnis auszugraben
dokumente über jesus sohn unter dem tempel salomons
schriften aus ägypten und über jesus als historische person
ein orden der die erste bank europas werden sollte
und noch immer ist unklar was er wirklich wollte
denn am freitag den 13.10.1307
wurden fast alle templer dieser welt zusammengetrieben
und jacques demolay starb in den flammen der inquisition
mit dem wissen um einen nachfolger für davids thron
die kirche schweigt kennt man heute noch die wahrheit
ihr lenkt die zukunft weil ihr menschen seid

[Chorus]

wissen ist macht und wer das wissen besitzt sichert sich
den höchsten sitz und schweigt besser solang er sicher ist
assassini geschult zu killerteams
wollten bank und vatikan in den 80ern das grosse ding durchziehen
wie erklärt sich roberto calvis tod
der als kopf der banco ambrosiano über die finanzen gebot
und mit aussagen drohte wurde papst johannes paul der erste ermordet
und von wem wurde es dann angeordnet
ich denk bloß nach ich mach mir nur gedanken
sei es die kirche die regierung die verbindungen zu banken
irgendwo dort liegt die antwort vergraben
warum erst gestern wieder menschen für ihren glauben starben


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