Gainsbourg Serge lyrics - Le Poinçonneur Des Lilas

Sois Belle Et Tais Toi

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Le ramier roucoule, le moineau pépie, Caquette la poule, jacasse la pie, Le chameau blatère, et le hibou hue, Râle la panthere et craque la grue. Toi toi toi, toi sois belle et tais toi. L'elephant barrète, la jument hennit, Hulule la chouette, bêle la brebis, Le crapaud coasse, piaule le poulet, Le corbeau croasse, cajole le geai. Toi toi toi, toi sois belle et tais toi. Le cerf brâme, l'ane brait, le lion rugit, Cancane la cane, le taureau mugit, Le dindon glouglotte, et braille le paon, La caille margotte, siffle le serpent. Toi toi toi, toi sois belle et tais toi.

Le Donne Sono

Claudio Baglioni
pompon di pompompere... cancan di cangaceire...) Io ne ho avuta una ch'era un guaio più delle cambiali (Brasil... la la la...) e piangeva alle feste e rideva ai funerali (fusil...) marinai (maliarde son...) questi uomini (le gattoparde...) e le femmine sono lontani (occhi di spia...) oceani... (negri e zumbon nella malia della passion...) Io con una mi ricordo il primo bacio che le detti (miomao...) attento a dove il naso va e lei rimase tutto il tempo a denti stretti (cacao...) i cow boys che sparano (là nell'alcova...) tappi e stesse cazzate e all'occhiello (quanti languor...) un sedano... (su quel visin finto candor di porcellin...) Le donne sono qualche cosa di allegro e 1930 voci a colori pelle di mimosa ombrosità di ascelle cuori nella tormenta... le donne sgambano odorose ed hanno sogni dentro un frullatore insolite insolute insalate capricciose si tolgono i peccati con lo smacchiatore... Io di un'altra che fu al buio gridolini e friggi friggi (che pall...) quando accesi l'abat-jour le scoprii l'orsetto con i baffi grigi (oval...) naufraghi (e cellophan...) su un tavolo (lucido e teso...) che galleggia nel vino uomo in mare (stringono al sen...) salvatelo... (quel fior del mal il cui velen ci fu fatal...) Le donne sono streghe e fate silenzio di occhi vento di ginestra tutte le stesse gambe accavallate bambine di cortile direttrici d'orchestra... le donne fanno l'improvviso e uomo tu non potrai mai sapermi e sono Eve e uve e male e mele in Paradiso e noi chi siamo noi i serpenti o i vermi... (i vermi...) Le pattinatrici girano nella TV tagliando un'aria di ghiaccio saltano su appese a un braccio e piccoli studiati gesti e piroette nei costumi celesti e le melette nelle guance prendono fiato e prenderanno un dì marito e con la stessa grazia ripiegheranno le ali giù... (o buie baiadere... o belle caballere...) O belle o brutte le donne sono proprio tante e se si potesse farne una sola (o quante figlie madama dorè...) di tutte ma anche quella sola no (non c'è...) e sai che c'è (che c'è...) che beviamo cantiamo saltiamo... Alla faccia alla faccia delle loro belle facce... alla faccia alla faccia delle loro belle facce... alla faccia loro alla faccia delle loro belle facce... Bimbe solinghe strambe meringhe bionde rambe stanghe fiamminghe gambe ambre penombre lusinghe lingue iraconde lunghe gioconde limbi sponde onde profonde linde fronde lavande ghirlande bande carambe trombe marimbe rumbe sambe mambi milonghe conghe tumbe birimbe birambe bambi colombe sgombri anaconde aringhe oranghe dumbe bagonghe grembi lombi rotonde culandre ghiande caliende bombe ecatombe lande tundre giungle feconde ombre zombi calimbe macumbe fionde pitonghe sghembe malandre blande jumbe simbe mocambe strombe rande nefande valanghe monde mutande bumbe goganghe umbre malombre langhe strapiombe coimbre mustanghe burunde malinde... danga que romba la coiomba... aridanga que romba la coiomba...

Gone Til November (The Makin' Runs Remix)

WYCLEF JEAN "Masquerade"
(feat. Canibus, R. Kelly, Khadejiah Bass) [Wyclef Jean] Tell me how you like it Right about now I know y'all diggin this, so just... turn up, your radio wherever you at We about to bring it This is Wyclef Jean up here ('Word to Wyclef' - Busta Rhymes) With Canibus workin the night shift ('Word to Wyclef') Yo, we want all the ladies to put your hands in the air ('Word to Wyclef') and sing this song with us ('Word to Wyclef') Yo, R. Kelly, ya ready Come on [R. Kelly] Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh) Girl, you turn around and cry I ask myself oh, why ohhh why... (uh-huh, uh-huh) See you've got to understand I can't work a nine to five So I'll be gone... til November [Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass] Tell me say Michelle, my belle Yo I'll be gone til November Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks Guaranteed to get set up, by crooked cop Michelle, my belle (you was wrong) I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus we workin the night shift, shift, shift [Wyclef Jean] I got it made, hey last word from the hustler Hey, young 'Clef, take care of your mother Looked at him and replied, 'Yo, daddy where you goin' He said, 'To Baltimore,' he'll be back in the mornin Gave my mom a hug for her soul when she cry Every man want heaven, no man want die Vanished through the door, all I saw was his shadow Heard mom echo, 'I don't wanna be a widow' That's when I realized, death was ahead Old man pulled off, in a black caravan With some dark skinned brothers who looked Sicilian singing Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Cha-me-leon [Prazwell/Dirty Cash] Yeah, yeah, check it, can't stop the shinin You wanna stop the shinin No doubt, ahh [Wyclef Jean] Everytime I make a run (uh-huh, uh-huh) Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh) I ask myself why, oh why (you need muscle for da hustle) See you must understand (uh-huh, uh-huh) I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh, uh-huh) So I'll be gone, til November (uh-huh, uh-huh) [Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass] Tell me say Michelle, my belle Yo, I'll be gone til November Standing on the block where the spot get hot selling rocks Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop Tell me say Michelle, my belle (you was wrong) I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus (soooo wronnnng) we workin the night shift, shift, shift [Canibus] Me and 'Clef, we ready to get it on, the three and a half pound organ imbedded in our skulls is what makes us better than y'all I'm telling you God, ain't nobody reppin this hard since Genghis Khan We raise Hell til the heavens fall Me and my Fugee affiliates buildin, wit plans to make millions over a quiet game of billiards Black Sicilians, the descendants of West Indian pilgrims With the power to collapse buildings Riding across the ocean floor like Poseidon on a seahorse to reach our overseas tours By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts in my lady's placenta, I'll be gone 'till November (come on) [R. Kelly + Wyclef] Now everytime I make a run Girl, you turn around and cry (uh-huh, uh-huh) I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle, uh-huh) See you've got to understand (uh-huh) I can't work a nine to five (uh-huh) So I'll be gone, til November [Wyclef + Khadejiah Bass] Tell me say Michelle, my belle Yo I'll be gone til November Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop Michelle, my belle (you was wrong) I know it's wrong, I wrote this rap song Forgive me when I'm gone, me and Canibus we workin the night shift, shift, shift (Are you a) S-O, S-O (A meanine) so-so, so-so [Wyclef Jean] You gave the feds more info than Sammy 'The Bull' Gravano Jeremiah wore the wire, snitch on Zachariah In return the feds offer the throne to Neb'kenezer [Canibus] Trust me, you don't wanna be the one we bring it to Our lyrical, can make your rap careers real miserable You ain't invincible all we gotta do is get pissed at you Point you out to some people that'll physically injure you [Wyclef Jean] It's like Lord, take this ass whippin some more Like Jay-Z, 'pa-pa's,' someone pass the guaze [R. Kelly + Wyclef] Now everytime I make a run (uh-huh) Girl, you turn around and cry I ask myself oh why, oh why (you need muscle for the hustle) See you've got to understand I can't work a 9 to 5 So I'll be gone, til November...

Prediction Of Warfare

AMON AMARTH "With Oden On Our Side"
Ships were prepared Weapons and shields Sails were raised We headed out to sea! Norway disappeared in the east Our journey had begun Helpful winds gave us our speed Under a warming sun Heading to the emerald land A fleet of 50 ships An army of two thousand men lead by the king On the horizon dark clouds arose Thor rode across the black clouds As the night rolled in over us We felt the wrath of the storm That night I was haunted by dreams An omen, of what was to come The serpent arose from the sea Ready to strike With hammer in hand The serpent in pain, twisting in furious rage! Fought for its life The serpent escaped Thor was in rage My dreams began to fade Woke from dreams Sword in my hand The break of dawn We were closing in on Irish land Time to attack Grabbed our shields We came ashore And saw the waiting horde The fight was short and deadly intense The Irish fought us well But as we gained the upperhand Their fighting spirit quelled Ready to strike With swords in our hands They struggle with heart The Irish fell to our wrath Fought for his life Their king escaped With fury divine King Olaf threw his sword

He's A Bird, He's A Plane

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN "Time Is Money"
[First Verse (SPM):] The Dopehouse, got it snowin' in the summer Drug runner, fuck the 'I'ma gonna wanna' Fast learner, attack like piranhas My next big hit's called 'Hubba, Hubba, Hubba' I smoke her cuz I love her Bought a Danny Glover Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody Baby Mother From the gutter diggin' in your trash can Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be your last dance I came up off the cut, buyin' 'Lacs and trophy trucks The only thing I sell is submersible products My all-white Chucks turn a man into dust You wanna meet the Devil, ha You in a bad rush I'ma keep a smile, I was born the crack child Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion Pronounce him dead by four P.M. Call me Los Kevorkian [Chorus (Ayana M.):] Some do it for the money and fame He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane Now his flow is a beautiful thing S-P-M, he's a bird, he's a plane [2x] [Second Verse (SPM):] In Hillwood, we didn't have many choices I'm hearin' noises, outside I hear voices The Coys is a family who didn't have much Except the love of a single Mother's touch The lust of money, had me slangin' cane and weed I was first on the block, and last to leave Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid Dran... Lift my name against my pain is used To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like... Shit's the same Born loser, V-12 cruiser I opened up a store for the common drug user Thirty-six eggs, come from one chicken Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven I'm wishin' I could hug those dead or in prison They go to jail or Hell just because it's free admission MAN! [Chorus] [Third Verse (SPM):] Five on the dot when I hit the crack spot Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for resin Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can taste it But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead Cuz I don't slip, broke quicker than a ship Wrap a platinum hit, make the police Captain sick Backstreet legends, the World feel my prescence I'm the first man to touch it when the dope gets to Texas You can keep the Lexus cuz I bought two Benzes On the microphone I broke you off with one sentence Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air They asked me what my race was, I told them it was player A very rare breed, almost extinct The way I walk, the way I think, The shit I wear, the shit I drink, The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydroponic When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit I'm loco, fuck any player hatin' punto You ain't got no love for me I ain't got no love tan poco [Chorus]

Lure Pallida Mors

Hollenthon
Stank lagoons with grasping claws a serpent have released From dungeons of despair and farce to feast on brackish hearts The walls a tint of crimson fierce speak of vacant names Beheld by missive magot-pies, prophetic in their crow In vested misery, thy devils damn thee black Not all great Neptune's oceans may ever cleanse your robes For Weyward Sisters guide the hand, the hand that held the scythe To lands undiscerned in tongue, Cimmerians have roamed Infidels of tawny hue cannot hide behind The cross that bore a bastard child and reigns in fiery fear No ends of earth may stifle choirs oracular from magot-pies Perched upon a hungry vault to witness serpent's jaws Mandibles, sabre-lined, ruthless tear through flesh Grant the mercy shown to those in dungeons of the past Forsaken hymn cacophonous concluded long and drawn To realms of stank lagoons retreats Leviathan to find repose

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