On Belle de Jour, the producer was very protective. It was very hard for me.
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My Woman (Ma Ma Belle - Early Version)
Got love, if thats what you need
I got three or four babies sittin on my knee
I got love waitin for you
I come sneakin round the corner of the avenue
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or I will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before I get you
Theres one thing thats on my mind
And thats getting hold of you before I serve my time
Ill keep on, with my heavy load
Till I see you come a strollin down that open road
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or I will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before I get you
I love you ma-ma-ma belle
Thats why I want to get it all well Im sure you can tell
I got, good soul, runnin so deep
Gonna get you in the corner so that I can keep
Cant you hear me once ma-ma-ma belle
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or I will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before I get you
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Auntie -
Got love, if that's what you need
I got three or four babies sittin' on my knee
I got love waitin' for you
I come sneakin' round the corner of the avenue
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or i will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before i get you
There's one thing that's on my mind
And that's getting hold of you before i serve my time
I'll keep on, with my heavy load
Till i see you come a strollin' down that open road
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or i will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before i get you
I love you ma-ma-ma belle
That's why i want to get it all well i'm sure you can tell
I got, good soul, runnin' so deep
Gonna get you in the corner so that i can keep
Can't you hear me once ma-ma-ma belle
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or i will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before i get you
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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My Woman -
Got love, if that's what you need
I got three or four babies sittin' on my knee
I got love waitin' for you
I come sneakin' round the corner of the avenue
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or i will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before i get you
There's one thing that's on my mind
And that's getting hold of you before i serve my time
I'll keep on, with my heavy load
Till i see you come a strollin' down that open road
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or i will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before i get you
I love you ma-ma-ma belle
That's why i want to get it all well i'm sure you can tell
I got, good soul, runnin' so deep
Gonna get you in the corner so that i can keep
Can't you hear me once ma-ma-ma belle
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or i will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before i get you
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Ma- Ma- Ma- Belle
Got love, if thats what you need
I got three or four babies sittin on my knee
I got love waitin for you
I come sneakin round the corner of the avenue
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or I will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before I get you
Theres one thing thats on my mind
And thats getting hold of you before I serve my time
Ill keep on, with my heavy load
Till I see you come a strollin down that open road
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or I will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before I get you
I love you ma-ma-ma belle
Thats why I want to get it all well Im sure you can tell
I got, good soul, runnin so deep
Gonna get you in the corner so that I can keep
Cant you hear me once ma-ma-ma belle
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or I will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before I get you
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Auntie (Ma Ma Ma Belle, Early Version)
Got love, if thats what you need
I got three or four babies sittin on my knee
I got love waitin for you
I come sneakin round the corner of the avenue
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or I will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before I get you
Theres one thing thats on my mind
And thats getting hold of you before I serve my time
Ill keep on, with my heavy load
Till I see you come a strollin down that open road
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or I will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before I get you
I love you ma-ma-ma belle
Thats why I want to get it all well Im sure you can tell
I got, good soul, runnin so deep
Gonna get you in the corner so that I can keep
Cant you hear me once ma-ma-ma belle
You gotta ma-ma-ma belle, or I will get you
You know you gotta ma-ma-ma belle, before I get you
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Lulla Belle
Lulla Belle won the big show
Got her picture framed by the window
In the hall where lovely girls go
Lulla Belle goes, Lulla Belle no
Lulla Belle, no, no, no, no, no
Lulla Belle, no, ooh, oh, oh, ooh
Beauty queen that you are
Put you down for a place in the stars
Take your picture for all the world to see
Lulla Belles leaving the ball
No more reason to stay
Or people to see
Cos everyone here knows your name
From the light on your face
In the frame that hangs
In the hall where lovely girls go
Lulla Belle goes, Lulla Belle no
Lulla Belle, no, no, no, no, no
Lulla Belle, no, ooh, oh, oh, ooh
song performed by by Hanson
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I think the clothes in Belle de Jour are very important to the style of the film. Even today, it is still timeless.
quote by Catherine Deneuve
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Producer/fall From The Grace Of The People
Earth shares what earth receives
And now only blood brings life
A tiller bring life, producer bring life
Protector bring life, soiled hands bring life
The tree of democracy shall be watered by the blood of revolution
So go plant a seed, go plant a seed for harvest
Go plant a seed for harvest producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer
And it all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall
It all shall fall
I first met you and the ideas you uphold while incarserated
A victim of a social experiment
Eventually addicted to your eight hour injections of hypocracy and
Arrogance and greed
Forced to sit with coplicity in front of my executioners
As they blugeoned me with their so called superior values and demanded my submission
I bacame an indentured servant in a factory
Where I myself was the product
Whos useful quality was to protect their palaces
Every word uttered from their mouths strangeled me
So that every thought I express
Shall sow the seed for the noose around their necks
And set fire to their homes
And every word uttered from their mouths strangeled me
So that every thought I express
Shall sow the seed for the noose around their necks
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And it all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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L'Amour qui me tourmente
L'Amour qui me tourmente
Je trouve si plaisant
Que tant plus il s'augmente
Moins j'en veux estre exemt :
Bien que jamais le somme
Ne me ferme les yeux,
Plus amour me consomme
Moins il m'est ennuyeux.
Toute la nuit je veille
Sans cligner au sommeil,
Remembrant la merveille
Qui me tient en éveil,
Me representant celle
Que je voy tout le jour,
De qui l'image belle
Travaille mon sejour.
Toute nuit son image
Se montre devant moy :
Le trait de son visage
Tout tel qu'il est je voy :
Je voy sa belle bouche,
Et je voy son beau sein,
Ses beaux tetins je touche,
Et je baise sa main.
Le jour si ma Maistresse
Favorable m'a ris,
Il faut que j'en repesse
Toute nuit mes espris.
Si d'une oeillade gaye
Elle m'a fait faveur,
La nuit sa douce playe
Me chatouille le coeur.
S'elle égaye la place
De son bal gracieux,
Toute la nuit sa grace
Recourt devant mes yeux :
Si en douce merveille
J'ay ouy sa chanson,
Toute nuit en l'oreille
J'en regoute le son.
O heureuse ma vie
De jouïr d'un tel heur !
Non, non, je n'ay envie
D'avoir d'un dieu l'honneur,
Puis qu'à souhet je passe
Et la nuit et le jour,
Recueillant tant de grace
Du tourment de l'amour.
poem by Jean Antoine de Baif
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Gypsy Belle
Well I got me a southern lady.
She's my gypsy belle from Tennessee.
She's got long dark hair and skinny legs.
Lord she sets my spirit free.
Well she knows I like that good ol' whiskey,
and she knows what I'm lookin' for.
She's the finest lookin' little lady.
Well a man could never wish for more.
Gypsy Belle you know I love her.
She's my lady from Tennessee.
And I know I'm always thinking of her.
Gypsy Belle you're the one for me.
Yes I know I ain't got much money,
but she makes me feel rich at heart.
Living with this kind o' lady
make any man reach the top.
Yes I know it ain't comin' easy
Lord I ask "Who's to tell"?
If I ever make a lot o' money,
well I'd give it to my Gypsy Belle.
Gypsy Belle you know I love her.
She's my lady from Tennessee.
And I know I'm always thinking of her.
Gypsy Belle you're the one for me.
Gypsy Belle you know I love her.
She's my lady from Tennessee.
And I know I'm always thinking of her.
Gypsy Belle you're the one for me.
song performed by by 38 Special
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Ma Belle
The world is full of charm, ma belle,
And blithe as you are young;
It echoes with a silver note
The lispings of your tongue;
It lays upon your fairy hand
A touch as light as down;
It smiles approval, and, ma belle,
You have not felt its frown.
The world is very rich, ma belle,
And all its gifts are yours.
It bows before you, little one,
And while the mood endures,
With roses, freshly garlanded,
Your pathway bright adorns;
But roses fade, ma belle, ma belle—
And there are left the thorns!
To snare your feet, the world, ma belle,
Has spread a shining net,
What wonder then, believing child,
If you awhile forget,
Midst suitors who to-night adore,
And may to-morrow range,
A love that has been always yours—
A love that cannot change!
What wonder!—still they whisper praise,
And I have oft reproved;
Of love they speak with eloquence,
And I have only loved.
Sometimes, alas, I envy them,
Yet in the days to be,
You may forget them all, ma belle—
But will remember me!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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River Bend
At River Bend, in New South Wales,
All alone among the whales,
Busting up some post and rails,
Sweet Belle Mahone.
In the blazing sun we stand,
Cabbage-tree hat, black velvet band,
Moleskins stiff with sweat and sand,
Sweet Belle Mahone.
In the burning sand we pine,
No one asks us to have a wine,
'Tis a jolly crooked line,
Sweet Belle Mahone.
When I am sitting on a log,
Looking like a great big frog,
Waiting for a Murray cod,
Sweet Belle Mahone.
Land of snakes and cockatoos,
Native bears and big emus,
Ugly blacks and kangaroos,
Sweet Belle Mahone.
Paddymelons by the score,
Wild bulls, you should hear them roar,
They all belong to Johnny Dore,
Sweet Belle Mahone.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Colours Fly And Catherine Wheel
''Belle''
Never turn your back
Great times attack
Inexpensive thrills
And I said Belle of all the friends who care
Some should be seen
But never heard
Colours Fly and Catherine Wheels
Poor girls cry
In the Beauty of Both Worlds
Catch a boy Fell Falling
All in love Fell Falling
Catch a boy Fell Falling
Falling
Out of the Sky
Out of the Sky
''Belle''
When the pulses rise
Love will tranquilize
Just before it kills
And I said Belle
You turn them on
With your reflection
I know so well
song performed by by Simple Minds
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O ma belle rebelle!
O ma belle rebelle!
Las! que tu m'es cruelle,
Ou quand d'une doux souris,
Larron de mes esprits,
Ou quand d'une parole,
Mignardètement molle,
Ou quand d'une regard d'yeux
Fièrement gracieux,
Ou quand d'un petit geste,
Tout divin, tout céleste,
En amoureuse ardeur
Tu plonges tout mon coeur!
O ma belle rebelle!
Las! que tu m'est cruelle,
Quand la cuisant ardeur
Qui me brule le coeur
Fait que je te demande,
A sa brûlure grande,
Un rafraichissement
D'un baiser seulement.
O! ma belle rebelle!
Las, que tu m'es cruelle,
Quand d'un petit baiser
Tu ne veux m'apaiser.
Me puisse-je un jour, dure!
Venger de ton injure;
Mon petit maître amour
Te puisse outrer un jour,
Et pour moi langoureuse
Il te fasse amoureuse
Comme il m'a langoureux
De toi fait amoureux.
Alors, par ma vengeance
Tu auras connaissance
Quel mal fait du baiser
Un amant refuser.
O my fine rebel
O my fine rebel,
how cruel you are to me!
When you steal my spirits
with a gentle smile,
or when with a word
dainty and soft,
or with a glance of your eyes
full of proud grace,
or with a so divine,
so heavenly gesture,
you plunge my heart
into amorous flame!
O my fine rebel,
how cruel you are to me!
When the flames
which consume my heart
compel me to beg you
this great heat
to cool and slake
with but one kiss.
O my fine rebel,
how cruel you are to me,
when with one little kiss
you will not appease me.
If I could but one day
avenge your wronging of me,
if only my little master Amor
could provoke you one day
and make you fall
in love with me,
who am so langorous
being in love with you!
Then by my revenge
you would know
what it means to refuse
a kiss to a lover.
poem by Jean Antoine de Baif
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La cueillette
Nous vînmes au jardin fleuri pour la cueillette.
Belle, sais-tu combien de fleurs, de roses-thé,
Roses pâles d'amour qui couronnent ta tête,
S'effeuillent chaque été ?
Leurs tiges vont plier au grand vent qui s'élève.
Des pétales de rose ont chu dans le chemin.
Ô Belle, cueille-les, puisque nos fleurs de rêve
Se faneront demain !
Mets-les dans une coupe et toutes portes doses,
Alanguis et cruels, songeant aux jours défunts,
Nous verrons l'agonie amoureuse des roses
Aux râles de parfums.
Le grand jardin est défleuri, mon égoïste,
Les papillons de jour vers d'autres fleurs ont fui,
Et seuls dorénavant viendront au jardin triste
Les papillons de nuit.
Et les fleurs vont mourir dans la chambre profane.
Nos roses tour à tour effeuillent leur douleur.
Belle, sanglote un peu... Chaque fleur qui se fane,
C'est un amour qui meurt !
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Oh! tes si douces mains
Oh ! tes si douces mains et leur lente caresse
Se nouant à mon cou et glissant sur mon torse
Quand je te dis, au soir tombant, combien ma force
S'alourdit, jour à jour, du plomb de ma faiblesse !
Tu ne veux pas que je devienne ombre et ruine
Comme ceux qui s'en vont du côté des ténèbres,
Fût-ce avec un laurier entre leurs mains funèbres
Et la gloire endormie en leur creuse poitrine.
Oh ! que la loi du temps m'est par toi adoucie,
Et que m'est généreux et consolant ton songe.
Pour la première fois tu berces d'un mensonge
Mon coeur qui t'en excuse et qui t'en remercie ;
Mais qui sait bien pourtant que toute ardeur est vaine
Contre tout ce qui est et tout ce qui doit être,
Et qu'un profond bonheur se rencontre peut-être
A finir en tes yeux ma belle vie humaine.
poem by Emile Verhaeren
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I just always want a new producer. I'm going to have a new producer on the next one. Because I'm the same person, and I feel like, I know I'm going to bring to it a certain sensibility that's me, and I want to have something different coming out on each album.
quote by Catie Curtis
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Sister's Are Good Friends
Even if she is not a real sister to me,
And even if she was not around to see me get awards and graduate,
She is like a sister to me, teaching me to cook,
She always cares if I ate that day or not.
Sometimes too protective- but we have a lot of fun,
Not all days are filled with sun constantly-
We argue at times and swear we are done talking-
She treatens to not talk in general at all and I just say I want talk to her-
But we both understand that will never be the case
We will be there in winter, spring, summer, and fall.
I am protective over her at time, I will call just to make sure she is safe.
She will get me to stay in,
When I have no one to go with by saying it is her law as a older sister.
Though hard to understand she is hard on me like a blister-
But there is never a doubt she does it out of love
unlike a lot of people who liked to be called mrs. or mr.
Good sisters are like close friends- they give love like a lot of doves,
But always are looking out for each other
And if they are older and you live in a cold state make you wear gloves
Whether by blood or heart- they are a gift from above.
poem by Rita Hawkins
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Southern Belle
Killing a southern belle is all you know how to do
That and give other people hell
Its what they expect from you too
But I wouldnt have you how you want
I dont wanna walk around
I dont even want to breathe
I live in a southern town
Where all you can do is grit yr teeth
But I wouldnt have you how you want
How come youre not ashamed of what you are?
And sorry that youre the one she got?
Aint nobody talking now
Nobody nothings said
No ones about to shout
Nobodys seen red
But I wouldnt have you how you want
Youre killing a southern belle
Killing a southern belle
Killing a southern belle
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Une main sur sa robe lâche: La paix fraîche (French poem)
La paix n'est pas une trahison de ceci aimé
La paix est pas une seule chanson de ronflement.
La paix est ma belle fille
Elle tombant de nouveau à moi qu'elle est un tenir le premier rôle que je peux voir ici je sais que vous êtes là, quelque part ici je ne s'ennuiera pas de toi ces cheveux bouclés je ne voudrai pas manquer l'odeur de cet aimé.....
Je sais vous reviendrez un certain jour où je prie que vous êtes là, espère quelque part ici que vous vous rappelez m'appaling encore…. Je ne manquerai pas ce linteau pourpre que je n'embrasserai pas cette belle paix de fibre n'est pas vraiment une paix de bavardage n'est pas une seule main sur sa robe pourpre.
La paix n'est pas une affaire gitane.
La paix n'est pas une prière de avaler
( Transl. of poem: A Hand on her loose gown: The cool peace )
poem by Thampi KEE
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