Chat Ananas
Un ananas
L la nage
Revient vers moi
Dans lorage
Mon petit chat sendort
Ananas aux yeux dor
Un ananas
Plein de courage
Dans son sirop
Flotte et nage
Mon petit chat sendort
Ananas aux yeux dor
Ananas - roi
Des gouttires dor
Ananas - chat
Tu tendors
Ananas - roi
De mes rves forts
Ananas - chat
Aux yeux dor
Un ananas
Et davantage
Ne pense qu moi
Quand il nage
Mon petit chat sendort
Ananas aux yeux dor
Ananas - roi
Des gouttires dor
Ananas - chat
Tu tendors
Ananas - roi
De mes rves forts
Ananas - chat
Aux yeux dor
Mon ananas
Chat dtage
L dans mes bras
Rve et nage
Mon petit chat sendort
Ananas aux yeux dor
Mon petit chat sendort
Ananas aux yeux dor
Chat ananas
Bien moi
song performed by by Vanessa Paradis
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Ananas
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Jt on sony.com: ananas is french for pineapple. the song translates itself as it goes along. dont play it for anyone who actually speaks french.
Pineapple est anglais pour ananas. la chanson se traduit en courant. ne jouez pas pour ceux qui parlent actuellment le francais.
Je taime encore
Means I love you still
Cest pour toujours
Means I always will
Tu me manquais trop
Means I missed you too much
Je fait ce quil faut
Means Ill do what I must
Me voici ? ta fentre
Tous tes gens me voient ici
Here I am at your window darling
For all your people to see me
Chorus:
Ananas laisse moi une fois
Laisse moi te voir
Let me one more time, ananas
Ananas, Im lopin along hopin youre home
Open up and let me on in
Maybe I rise and maybe I fall
Maybe you lie underneath it all
I aint got nothin but for what you see
Even my own heart dont belong to me
Got your river running in my blood
Got your fire burning in my heart
You got me falling like a shooting star
Just like some tragic work of art
Repeat chorus
Here I am at your window baby
For all your people to see
Howling like a dog on the moonlight
Wont you have pity on me
Repeat chorus
song performed by by James Taylor
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Under Pressure'
Back Chat Back Chat
You burn all my energy
Back Chat Back Chat
Critising all you see
Back Chat Back Chat
Analysing what I say
And you always get your way
Oh yeah see what you've done to me
Back Chat Back Chat
You're driving me insane
It's a battle to the end, knock you down you
come again
Talk back, talk back you've got me on the rack
Twisting every word I say
Wind me up and get your way
Fat chance I have of making a romance
If I'm ever to get the last word in
Take it from there
Twisting every word I say
Wind me up and get your way
Back Chat Back Chat
You burn all my energy
Back Chat Back Chat
Critising all you see
Back Chat Back Chat
Analysing what I say
And you always get your way
Wake up stand up and drag yourself on out
Get down get ready
Scream and shout
Back off be cool
And learn to change your ways
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
Back Chat Back Chat
song performed by by Queen
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Back Chat
Back chat back chat
You burn all my energy
Back chat back chat
Critising all you see
Back chat back chat
Analysing what I say
And you always get your way
Oh yeah see what youve done to me
Back chat back chat
Youre driving me insane
Its a battle to the end, knock you down you
Come again
Talk back, talk back youve got me on the rack
Twisting every word I say
Wind me up and get your way
Fat chance I have of making a romance
If Im ever to get the last word in
Take it from there
Twisting every word I say
Wind me up and get your way
Back chat back chat
You burn all my energy
Back chat back chat
Critising all you see
Back chat back chat
Analysing what I say
And you always get your way
Wake up stand up and drag yourself on out
Get down get ready
Scream and shout
Back off be cool
And learn to change your ways
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
Back chat back chat
song performed by by Queen
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Sherpa
J’ai un grand ami,
c’est un petit chat,
Sherpa, très gentil,
calin et joli.
Il m’éveille le jour,
toujours il me suit,
jouer dans la cour
après moi il court.
Il dort avec moi,
toujours plein d’amour.
Caresses - il aime ça,
mon ami Sherpa.
chat à Lucinda.
Le soir dans mon lit
couché sur les draps,
sans bouger la nuit,
mignon endormi!
De fière allure,
silence, harmonie,
satinée fourure,
fidèle je t’assure.
Toujours à mes pas,
c’est un grand ami,
Sherpa, petit chat,
qui dort avec moi.
written 29 December 1987
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Fusée
La boucle des cheveux noirs de ta nuque est mon trésor
Ma pensée te rejoint et la tienne la croise
Tes seins sont les seuls obus que j'aime
Ton souvenir est la lanterne de repérage qui nous sert à pointer la nuit
En voyant la large croupe de mon cheval j'ai pensé à tes hanches
Voici les fantassins qui s'en vont à l'arrière en lisant un journal
Le chien du brancardier revient avec une pipe dans sa gueule
Un chat-huant ailes fauves yeux ternes gueule de petit chat et pattes de chat
Une souris verte file parmi la mousse
Le riz a brûlé dans la marmite de campement
Ça signifie qu'il faut prendre garde à bien des choses
Le mégaphone crie
Allongez le tir
Allongez le tir amour de vos batteries
Balance des batteries lourdes cymbales
Qu'agitent les chérubins fous d'amour
En l'honneur du Dieu des Armées
Un arbre dépouillé sur une butte
Le bruit des tracteurs qui grimpent dans la vallée
Ô vieux monde du XIXe siècle plein de hautes cheminées si belles et si pures
Virilités du siècle où nous sommes
Ô canons
Douilles éclatantes des obus de 75
Carillonnez pieusement
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Dieu fait les questions pour que l'enfant réponde
Dieu fait les questions pour que l'enfant réponde.
' Les deux bêtes les plus gracieuses du monde,
Le chat et la souris, se haïssent. Pourquoi ?
Explique-moi cela, Jeanne. ' Non sans effroi
Devant l'énormité de l'ombre et du mystère,
Jeanne se mit à rire. ' Eh bien ? - Petit grand-père,
je ne sais pas. jouons. ' Et Jeanne repartit :
' Vois-tu, le chat c'est gros, la souris c'est petit.
- Eh bien ? ' Et Jeanne alors, en se grattant la tête,
Reprit : ' Si la souris était la grosse bête,
À moins que le bon Dieu là-haut ne se fâchât,
Ce serait la souris qui mangerait le chat. '
poem by Victor Hugo
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Out of your depth
Look… through the windowpane!
All in a streamline!
Sitting on top of the corporate world roof!
Differing from being on the road!
Chat…chat…chat…chat…chat!
The shape of modern mental is not speaking!
Eighty percent harshly lashed to rags! ’
Throw mind concert of silver sand,
a play of golf on a private jet!
With a tale on classified earth globe,
ambition becomes entirely lawful!
Money does not have colour!
What is of Pirate, fights in Sahara!
Sailing unreasonably through season chats!
poem by Gloria Seseng
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Talk More Talk
A master can highlight the phrases,
Sleasy instruments, half talked, half baked ideas...
Dad, you didnt say o.k....
The window was open, outside was a spaceship,
(a master can highlight the phrases) it took off into the sky
Leaving a trail of smoke behind it...
Short of the standard. was it the sun?
What was rehearsal? conventional drum?
Not quite a hundred. less that a ton.
Clearly the time came, the plan had begun.
With talk, more talk. chat, more chat.
Words of a feather are worn in a hat.
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat. Im happy to do it for you...
Developed since earlier days at the school
Cheapest sensations were used as a rule.
Outstanding to memory, major free flow.
Bio-degradable, look out below for...
Talk, more talk, oh I love to hear the gentle sound
Of conversation sprinkled around
A room where I can be at one with you for...
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat,
Words of a feather are worn in a hat.
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat. happy to do it for you...
Im happy to do it for you... Im happy to do it for you,
Im happy to do it, Im happy to do it... Im happy to do it for you.
Digital organ, finishing stretch, instrumentation, analogue gretsch.
Not quite a thousand, lower than that.
Possible bargain for listening at that...
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat.
Words of a feather are worn in a hat.
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat.
Im happy to do it for you...
All you want is a handyman and all you want is quick service.
Because Im a house owner. Im a house owner.
It may be worth something someday.
I hear water going through the pipes.
I dont actually like sitting down music. music is idea.
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat.
Words of a feather are worn in a hat.
Talk, more talk. chat, more chat.
A master can tell, highlight the phrases his words to digress
Grey flannel trousers... grey flannel trousers.
A blazer and grey flannel trousers.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Lonely Days
Woke up this morning early
and switched my computer on.
Messenger came up on the screen
and it showed I was available to chat,
but no one wanted to chat to me.
Several friends were available
and I waited and hoped to see
that one of them might want a chat with me.
Sadly none of them did.
So I sat and played a couple of games
and watched the hours pass slowly away.
Only junk mail came into my inbox,
but no messages from my friends.
It seemed no one wanted to speak to me.
I got on and did some work I had to do
and started to feel forgotten, asking myself
where had all my friends had gone.
Maybe tomorrow or the day after that
someone might remember me and want a chat,
but I am not going to hold my breath on that.
I’ll just have to pick up my pen and write a little more.
26 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Life In A Glass House
once again im in trouble with my only friend
she is papering the window panes
she is putting on a smile
living in a glass house
once again packed like frozen and battery hens
think of all the sraving millions
dont talk politics and throw stones
your royal highnesses
well of course i'd like to sit around and chat
well of course i'd like to stay and chew the fat
well of course i'd like to sit around and chat
but someones listening in
once again
we are hungry for a lynching
thats a strange mistake to make
you should turn the other cheek
living in a glass house
well of course i'd like to sit around and chat
well of course i'd like to stay and chew the fat
well of course i'd like to sit around and chat
and only only only
there someone listening in.
song performed by by Radiohead
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Two In A One (Pablo & Gunslinger)
Chorus
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Jackpot is when you win plenty at money
Jail is a place I don't want to go
January the first month of the year
Jealose is when five women fancy
But John is the proper name fe a English man
Jockey is a profisnel horse rider
Me sah June is the sixth mounth of the year
Chorus
An jam is when you caint move in a party
Mi say England is a place that covered in snow
Man we drink the ribeana wi don't no like drink beer
But Jelly fish Jahman mi say them swim in a the sea
Unless you born an bread as a Jamaican
The pirate them a gather round the Jolly Roger
Wi wackad as single but wi deadly as a pair
Chorus
No fe treatment go a hospital
I man pay de rent every Tuesday I man
You a Student if you a go to college
Dat a nuff argoument mi say gunny an Pablo
Cause a two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
A say to move from the window
When you come a feh wi dance
But a Babylon pick mi up
And a think to myself
Cause I'm going to jail
Man is what a going to tell
me girl Jah know I man was
So I had to get reckless
Because a two in a one Jah
man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Seh daddy Pablo a long with Gunslinger
Seh duw to the Circumstances pirate setah in the area
Listen to the style an when we throw down
Because a murder it name
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
song performed by by Ub40
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Our lawyers had their chat with the Supreme Court Justice, and promised to repast the chat to other members of the Supreme Court to find out whether they wanted to hear us out.
quote by Dashiell Hammett
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Inscription pour le tombeau du peintre Henri Rousseau douanier
Gentil Rousseau tu nous entends
Nous te saluons
Delaunay sa femme Monsieur Queval et moi
Laisse passer nos bagages en franchise à la porte du ciel
Nous t'apporterons des pinceaux des couleurs des toiles
Afin que tes loisirs sacrés dans la lumière réelle
Tu les consacres à peindre comme tu tiras mon portrait
La face des étoiles
Tu te souviens, Rousseau, du paysage astèque,
Des forêts où poussaient la mangue et l'ananas,
Des singes répandant tout le sang des pastèques
Et du blond empereur qu'on fusilla là-bas.
Les tableaux que tu peins, tu les vis au Mexique,
Un soleil rouge ornait le front des bananiers,
Et valeureux soldat, tu troquas ta tunique,
Contre le dolman bleu des braves douaniers.
Le malheur s'acharna sur ta progéniture
Tu perdis tes enfants et tes femmes aussi
Et te remarias avecque la peinture
Pour faire tes tableaux, enfants de ton esprit.
Nous sommes réunis pour célébrer ta gloire,
Ces vins qu'en ton honneur nous verse Picasso,
Buvons-les donc, puisque c'est l'heure de les boire
En criant tous en chœur : ' Vive ! vive Rousseau ! '
Ô peintre glorieux de l'alme République
Ton nom est le drapeau des fiers Indépendants
Et dans le marbre blanc, issu du Pentélique,
On sculptera ta face, orgueil de notre temps.
Or sus ! que l'on se lève et qu'on choque les verres
Et que renaisse ici la française gaîté ;
Arrière noirs soucis, fuyez ô fronts sévères,
Je bois à mon Rousseau, je bois à sa santé !
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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White Heat
Down between the sunbeams the moneylenders chat
Hiding in the shade outside a council flat
Kids in the lift looking for things to throw
And practising their aim on the heads below
They make their apologies with the quickness of their feet
Then lost in the heat haze that shimmers across the street
Underfoot the pavement is melting
Crumbling for the luckiest girl
The whole world is melting.
(white white heat)
Im still not in until a week next wednesday
Im holidaying on the roof til the big bad wolf goes away
In the street the pavement is melting
Crumbling for the luckiest girl
The whole world is melting.
White heat turns the street upside down.
Down between the sunbeams the debt collectors chat, chat, chat, chat,
Hiding in the shade outside a council flat
By the hairs on my chinny chin chin
I shall not let you in.
In the street the pavement is melting
Crumbling for the luckiest girl
The whole world is melting.
(for the luckiest girl in all the world)
(white, white heat)
song performed by by Madness
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Sure Why Not
though do not mistake me for one who indulges in causerie
or causeries for that matter sometimes i like to be a mystery
but in my times of need sometimes i allow the seed
seed, of causerie to take root
sometimes when people want to chat i don't give them the boot
this is one such time
told to you in a rhyme
that is why i say sure why not?
its not like the open book can keep himself from being caught
This is why i decide when i hear the words do you want to chat
that i say yes and thats that
poem by David Knox
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Petit Papa Noël
C'est la belle nuit de noël
La neige tend son manteau blanc
Et les yeux levs vers le ciel
genoux, les petits enfants
Avant de fermer les paupires
Font une dernire prire
Petit papa nol
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Avec des jouets par milliers
N'oublie pas mon petit soulier
Mais avant de partir
Il faudra bien te couvrir
Dehors tu dois avoir si froid
C'est un peu cause de moi
Il me tarde tant que le jour se lve
Pour voir si tu m'as apport
Tous les beaux joujoux que je vois en rves
Et que je t'ai commands
Petit papa nol
When you sail down from the sky
Bringing toys, so shiny and so bright
Please don't pass my little stocking by
Before you leave your home
Wear your bright red coat so warm
Understand it still a winter night
How i'd wait you see my candlelight
Petit papa nol
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Apportant des jouets, si brillants et si clatants
S'il-te-plaît, ne passes pas côt de mon petit bas
Avant de partir de chez-toi
Mets ton manteau rouge vif si chaud
Comprends que c'est une autre nuit d'hiver
J'attendrai tellement que tu vois la lumire de ma chandelle
I can't hardly sleep
Cause my heart is singing
Listening to a new christmas song
I can't wait to see
What the morning's bringing
Oh i can't wait so long
J'ai de la difficult m'endormir
Parce que mon coeur chante
En coutant une nouvelle chanson de nol
Je ne peux attendre pour voir
Ce que le matin apporte
Oh je ne peux attendre si longtemps
Petit papa nol
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Avec des jouets par milliers
N'oublies pas mon petit soulier
Petit papa nol
song performed by by Boney M.
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Love at the Bus-Stop
I love your little cigarettes
Coloured like your fingernails,
You are so new,
It never fails to turn me on,
I'd like to have a 'chat' with you.
And when we chat
I want to know
How many boyfriends you have had,
And are you pure and virginal
Or are you BAD?
Have you ever walked this way before,
Like a little whore,
And did it make you glad?
I'll tell you now,
It's gonna make your mother very sad! !
My manroot tingles
As I'm aware
Of your little figure standing there.
They say that you're forbidden fruit,
But what do I care?
I'll pluck you from the tree
And have a taste
Now we're alone
And nobody is watching me.
There!
That wasn't so bad, was it?
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Petit Papa No Euml;L
Cest la belle nuit de noël
La neige tend son manteau blanc
Et les yeux levs vers le ciel
genoux, les petits enfants
Avant de fermer les paupires
Font une dernire prire
Petit papa nol
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Avec des jouets par milliers
Noublie pas mon petit soulier
Mais avant de partir
Il faudra bien te couvrir
Dehors tu dois avoir si froid
Cest un peu cause de moi
Il me tarde tant que le jour se lve
Pour voir si tu mas apport
Tous les beaux joujoux que je vois en rves
Et que je tai commands
Petit papa nol
When you sail down from the sky
Bringing toys, so shiny and so bright
Please dont pass my little stocking by
Before you leave your home
Wear your bright red coat so warm
Understand it still a winter night
How Id wait you see my candlelight
Petit papa nol
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Apportant des jouets, si brillants et si clatants
Sil-te-plaît, ne passes pas côt de mon petit bas
Avant de partir de chez-toi
Mets ton manteau rouge vif si chaud
Comprends que cest une autre nuit dhiver
Jattendrai tellement que tu vois la lumire de ma chandelle
I cant hardly sleep
Cause my heart is singing
Listening to a new christmas song
I cant wait to see
What the mornings bringing
Oh I cant wait so long
Jai de la difficult mendormir
Parce que mon coeur chante
En coutant une nouvelle chanson de nol
Je ne peux attendre pour voir
Ce que le matin apporte
Oh je ne peux attendre si longtemps
Petit papa nol
Quand tu descendras du ciel
Avec des jouets par milliers
Noublies pas mon petit soulier
Petit papa nol
song performed by by Boney M.
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Elephant Talk
Talk, its only talk
Arguments, agreements, advice, answers,
Articulate announcements
Its only talk
Talk, its only talk
Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker
Brouhaha, boulderdash, ballyhoo
Its only talk
Back talk
Talk talk talk, its only talk
Comments, cliches, commentary, controversy
Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat,
Conversation, contradiction, criticism
Its only talk
Cheap talk
Talk, talk, its only talk
Debates, discussions
These are words with a d this time
Dialogue, dualogue, diatribe,
Dissention, declamation
Double talk, double talk
Talk, talk, its all talk
Too much talk
Small talk
Talk that trash
Expressions, editorials, expugnations, exclamations, enfadulations
Its all talk
Elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk
song performed by by King Crimson
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They Took It
I'm sad
The teacher
Took my phone
I want to chat
But I can't
Chat with
My friend
Without my phone
The teacher
Gave my phone
Back to me
I'm happy again
Next day
I'm sad
The teacher
Took my phone, again
poem by Stephanie Pardo
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