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Mean To Me
Cleo Laine
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Fred Ahlert
Roy Turk
THEMES
Body
Love
Colours
Time
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1957
Sweetheart, I love you
Think the world of you
But I'm afraid you don't care for me
You never show it
Don't let me know it
Everyone says I'm a fool to be
Pining the whole day through
Why do you act like you do?
You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin'
I don't know why
I stay home
Each night when you say you'll phone
You don't, and I'm left alone
Singing the blues and sighing
You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be
Great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be
Great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
Think the world of you
But I'm afraid you don't care for me
You never show it
Don't let me know it
Everyone says I'm a fool to be
Pining the whole day through
Why do you act like you do?
You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin'
I don't know why
I stay home
Each night when you say you'll phone
You don't, and I'm left alone
Singing the blues and sighing
You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be
Great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be
Great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
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Mean To Me
Billie Holiday
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Fred Ahlert
Roy Turk
THEMES
Body
Love
Colours
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1937
Sweetheart, I love you
Think the world of you
But I'm afraid you don't care for me
You never show it
Don't let me know it
Everyone says I'm a fool to be
Pining the whole day through
Why do you act like you do?
You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin'
I don't know why
I stay home
Each night when you say you'll phone
You don't, and I'm left alone
Singing the blues and sighing
You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be
Great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be
Great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
Think the world of you
But I'm afraid you don't care for me
You never show it
Don't let me know it
Everyone says I'm a fool to be
Pining the whole day through
Why do you act like you do?
You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin'
I don't know why
I stay home
Each night when you say you'll phone
You don't, and I'm left alone
Singing the blues and sighing
You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be
Great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be
Great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
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Mean To Me
Ruth Etting
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Fred Ahlert
Roy Turk
THEMES
Body
Love
Colours
Time
GENRES
Jazz
YEAR
1929
Sweetheart, I love you
Think the world of you
But I'm afraid you don't care for me
You never show it
Don't let me know it
Everyone says I'm a fool to be
Pining the whole day through
Why do you act like you do?
You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin'
I don't know why
I stay home
Each night when you say you'll phone
You don't, and I'm left alone
Singing the blues and sighing
You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be
Great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be
Great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
Think the world of you
But I'm afraid you don't care for me
You never show it
Don't let me know it
Everyone says I'm a fool to be
Pining the whole day through
Why do you act like you do?
You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin'
I don't know why
I stay home
Each night when you say you'll phone
You don't, and I'm left alone
Singing the blues and sighing
You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be
Great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
You treat me coldly
Each day in the year
You always scold me
Whenever somebody is near, dear
It must be
Great fun to be mean to me
You shouldn't, for can't you see
What you mean to me
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Memories
Elvis Presley
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Mac Davis
THEMES
Body
Food and Drink
Memories/Nostalgia
Country/Nature
Colours
Time
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1968
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
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Memories
Connie Eaton
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Mac Davis
THEMES
Body
Food and Drink
Memories/Nostalgia
Country/Nature
Colours
Time
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1970
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
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Memories
Nancy Sinatra
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Mac Davis
THEMES
Body
Food and Drink
Memories/Nostalgia
Country/Nature
Colours
Time
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1969
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
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Memories
Mac Davis
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Mac Davis
THEMES
Body
Food and Drink
Memories/Nostalgia
Country/Nature
Colours
Time
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1970
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet memories
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Midnight Blue
Melissa Manchester
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Carole Sager
Melissa Manchester
THEMES
Body
Colours
Time
GENRES
Soul
YEAR
1983
Whatever it is, it'll keep till morning
Haven't we both got better things to do, midnight blue
Even though simple things become rough
Haven't we had enough
And I think we can make it
One more time, if we try
One more time for all the old times
For all the times you told me you need me
Needing me now is something I could use, midnight blue
Wouldn't you give your hand to a friend
Maybe it's not the end
And I think we can make it
One more time, if we try
One more time for all the old times, midnight blue
I think we can make it
I think we can make it
Wouldn't you give your hand to a friend
Think of me as your friend
And I think we can make it
One more time, if we try
One more time for all of the old old old times
Haven't we both got better things to do, midnight blue
Even though simple things become rough
Haven't we had enough
And I think we can make it
One more time, if we try
One more time for all the old times
For all the times you told me you need me
Needing me now is something I could use, midnight blue
Wouldn't you give your hand to a friend
Maybe it's not the end
And I think we can make it
One more time, if we try
One more time for all the old times, midnight blue
I think we can make it
I think we can make it
Wouldn't you give your hand to a friend
Think of me as your friend
And I think we can make it
One more time, if we try
One more time for all of the old old old times
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Midnight Rider
Saxon
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Graham Oliver
Paul Quinn
Peter Byford
Peter Gill
Stephen Dawson
THEMES
Weather
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Time
Time
Numbers
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1981
Ride the silver eagle out of JFK
Up the eastern seaboard destination Portland Maine
When we saw the people at the concert hall
The seats were for five thousand it made us feel so small
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
On our journey 'cross the States
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
Right on through the USA
Stopped off at Niagara taking pictures of the falls
Tried to cross the border were accosted by the law
People down in Texas from the red hot burning sun
They couldn't stand the heatwave but we just kept rollin' on
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
On our journey 'cross the States
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
Right on through the USA
Driving into Nashville on the highway interstate
Had a holdup on the freeway we end up being late
Flew into Chicago but we never heard the blues
Played some rock 'n' roll there then down to Batton Rouge
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
On our journey 'cross the States
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
Right on through the USA
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
On our journey 'cross the States
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
Right on through the USA
Fought the vigilante at the end of our first tour
We made a lot of friends there we'll see them all next year
As we fought the big deadline, oh, we won't forget the days
We rode the silver eagle right across the USA
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
On our journey 'cross the States
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
Right on through the USA
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
On our journey 'cross the States
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
Right on through the USA
Midnight rider
Up the eastern seaboard destination Portland Maine
When we saw the people at the concert hall
The seats were for five thousand it made us feel so small
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
On our journey 'cross the States
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
Right on through the USA
Stopped off at Niagara taking pictures of the falls
Tried to cross the border were accosted by the law
People down in Texas from the red hot burning sun
They couldn't stand the heatwave but we just kept rollin' on
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
On our journey 'cross the States
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
Right on through the USA
Driving into Nashville on the highway interstate
Had a holdup on the freeway we end up being late
Flew into Chicago but we never heard the blues
Played some rock 'n' roll there then down to Batton Rouge
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
On our journey 'cross the States
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
Right on through the USA
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
On our journey 'cross the States
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
Right on through the USA
Fought the vigilante at the end of our first tour
We made a lot of friends there we'll see them all next year
As we fought the big deadline, oh, we won't forget the days
We rode the silver eagle right across the USA
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
On our journey 'cross the States
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
Right on through the USA
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
On our journey 'cross the States
Midnight rider keeps on rollin'
Right on through the USA
Midnight rider
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Milky White Way
Elvis Presley
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Elvis Presley
THEMES
Body
Inspirational
Colours
Time
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
Pop
YEAR
1960
Yes I'm gonna walk on the milky white way
Oh Lord some of these days
I'm gonna walk that milky white way
Some of these days well well well well
I'm gonna walk up and take my stand
Gonna join that Christian band
I'm gonna walk on that milky white way
Oh Lord, some of these days
I'm gonna tell my mother howdy, howdy,
Howdy when I get home
Yes, I'm gonna tell my mother howdy,
When I get home well well well well
I'm gonna shake my mother's hand
I will shake her hands that day
That's when we walk on the milky white way
On some of these days
I'm gonna meet god the father and god the son
Yes, I'm gonna meet god the father and god the son
Well well well well
I'm gonna sit down and tell Him my troubles
About the world that I just came from
That's when we walk on the milky white way
Oh Lord, on some of these days
Oh Lord some of these days
I'm gonna walk that milky white way
Some of these days well well well well
I'm gonna walk up and take my stand
Gonna join that Christian band
I'm gonna walk on that milky white way
Oh Lord, some of these days
I'm gonna tell my mother howdy, howdy,
Howdy when I get home
Yes, I'm gonna tell my mother howdy,
When I get home well well well well
I'm gonna shake my mother's hand
I will shake her hands that day
That's when we walk on the milky white way
On some of these days
I'm gonna meet god the father and god the son
Yes, I'm gonna meet god the father and god the son
Well well well well
I'm gonna sit down and tell Him my troubles
About the world that I just came from
That's when we walk on the milky white way
Oh Lord, on some of these days
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Milord
Edith Piaf
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bunny Lewis
George Moustaki
Marguerite Monnot
THEMES
Body
Names
Colours
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1959
English Lyrics:
Come on, get wise, Milord
Her lips tell lies, Milord
The girl that you adored
Has found some other guy
She just got bored, Milord
Now you're ignored, Milord
Deep down inside your pride
Won't let you say "goodbye"
That southern belle, Milord
Has got a heart of ice
Love can be hell, Milord
As well as paradise
You met her at a ball
Her lips were ruby red
Her Lazy southern drawl
Soon turn'd your noble head
You swore you'd never part
Tho' you lived far away
How could you know her heart
Like other hearts would stray
Come on get Hip, Milord
And let life rip, Milord
Be sure there's plenty more
Of loving to be done
There's chicks to meet, Milord
With lips as sweet, Milord
And hearts to make and break
Before the race is run
So hit the town, Milord
Come on and be my guest
We'll turn it upside down
French Lyrics:
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port,
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Pourtant je vous ai frole
Quand vous passiez hier,
Vous n'etiez pas peu fier,
Dame! Le ciel vous comblait:
Votre foulard de soie
Flottant sur vos epaules,
Vous aviez le beau role,
On aurait dit le roi...
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu!... Qu'elle etait belle...
J'en ai froid dans le coeur...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Dire qu'il suffit parfois
Qu'il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se dechire
Quand le navire s'en va...
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n'a pas su comprendre
Qu'elle brisait votre vie
L'amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l'existence
Ca vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre apres...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous avez l'air d'un mome!
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Venez dans mon royaume:
Je soigne les remords,
Je chante la romance,
Je chante les milords
Qui n'ont pas eu de chance!
Regardez-moi, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue...
...Mais vous pleurez, Milord?
Ca je l'aurais jamais cru!
Eh bien, voyons, Milord!
Souriez-moi, Milord!
...Mieux que ca! Un petit effort...
Voila, c'est ca!
Allez, riez, Milord!
Allez, chantez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Bravo Milord!
La-la-la...
Encore Milord!
La-la-la...
Come on, get wise, Milord
Her lips tell lies, Milord
The girl that you adored
Has found some other guy
She just got bored, Milord
Now you're ignored, Milord
Deep down inside your pride
Won't let you say "goodbye"
That southern belle, Milord
Has got a heart of ice
Love can be hell, Milord
As well as paradise
You met her at a ball
Her lips were ruby red
Her Lazy southern drawl
Soon turn'd your noble head
You swore you'd never part
Tho' you lived far away
How could you know her heart
Like other hearts would stray
Come on get Hip, Milord
And let life rip, Milord
Be sure there's plenty more
Of loving to be done
There's chicks to meet, Milord
With lips as sweet, Milord
And hearts to make and break
Before the race is run
So hit the town, Milord
Come on and be my guest
We'll turn it upside down
French Lyrics:
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port,
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Pourtant je vous ai frole
Quand vous passiez hier,
Vous n'etiez pas peu fier,
Dame! Le ciel vous comblait:
Votre foulard de soie
Flottant sur vos epaules,
Vous aviez le beau role,
On aurait dit le roi...
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu!... Qu'elle etait belle...
J'en ai froid dans le coeur...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Dire qu'il suffit parfois
Qu'il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se dechire
Quand le navire s'en va...
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n'a pas su comprendre
Qu'elle brisait votre vie
L'amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l'existence
Ca vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre apres...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous avez l'air d'un mome!
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Venez dans mon royaume:
Je soigne les remords,
Je chante la romance,
Je chante les milords
Qui n'ont pas eu de chance!
Regardez-moi, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue...
...Mais vous pleurez, Milord?
Ca je l'aurais jamais cru!
Eh bien, voyons, Milord!
Souriez-moi, Milord!
...Mieux que ca! Un petit effort...
Voila, c'est ca!
Allez, riez, Milord!
Allez, chantez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Bravo Milord!
La-la-la...
Encore Milord!
La-la-la...
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Milord
Bobby Darin
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bunny Lewis
George Moustaki
Marguerite Monnot
THEMES
Body
Names
Colours
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1964
English Lyrics:
Come on, get wise, Milord
Her lips tell lies, Milord
The girl that you adored
Has found some other guy
She just got bored, Milord
Now you're ignored, Milord
Deep down inside your pride
Won't let you say "goodbye"
That southern belle, Milord
Has got a heart of ice
Love can be hell, Milord
As well as paradise
You met her at a ball
Her lips were ruby red
Her Lazy southern drawl
Soon turn'd your noble head
You swore you'd never part
Tho' you lived far away
How could you know her heart
Like other hearts would stray
Come on get Hip, Milord
And let life rip, Milord
Be sure there's plenty more
Of loving to be done
There's chicks to meet, Milord
With lips as sweet, Milord
And hearts to make and break
Before the race is run
So hit the town, Milord
Come on and be my guest
We'll turn it upside down
French Lyrics:
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port,
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Pourtant je vous ai frole
Quand vous passiez hier,
Vous n'etiez pas peu fier,
Dame! Le ciel vous comblait:
Votre foulard de soie
Flottant sur vos epaules,
Vous aviez le beau role,
On aurait dit le roi...
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu!... Qu'elle etait belle...
J'en ai froid dans le coeur...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Dire qu'il suffit parfois
Qu'il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se dechire
Quand le navire s'en va...
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n'a pas su comprendre
Qu'elle brisait votre vie
L'amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l'existence
Ca vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre apres...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous avez l'air d'un mome!
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Venez dans mon royaume:
Je soigne les remords,
Je chante la romance,
Je chante les milords
Qui n'ont pas eu de chance!
Regardez-moi, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue...
...Mais vous pleurez, Milord?
Ca je l'aurais jamais cru!
Eh bien, voyons, Milord!
Souriez-moi, Milord!
...Mieux que ca! Un petit effort...
Voila, c'est ca!
Allez, riez, Milord!
Allez, chantez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Bravo Milord!
La-la-la...
Encore Milord!
La-la-la...
Come on, get wise, Milord
Her lips tell lies, Milord
The girl that you adored
Has found some other guy
She just got bored, Milord
Now you're ignored, Milord
Deep down inside your pride
Won't let you say "goodbye"
That southern belle, Milord
Has got a heart of ice
Love can be hell, Milord
As well as paradise
You met her at a ball
Her lips were ruby red
Her Lazy southern drawl
Soon turn'd your noble head
You swore you'd never part
Tho' you lived far away
How could you know her heart
Like other hearts would stray
Come on get Hip, Milord
And let life rip, Milord
Be sure there's plenty more
Of loving to be done
There's chicks to meet, Milord
With lips as sweet, Milord
And hearts to make and break
Before the race is run
So hit the town, Milord
Come on and be my guest
We'll turn it upside down
French Lyrics:
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port,
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Pourtant je vous ai frole
Quand vous passiez hier,
Vous n'etiez pas peu fier,
Dame! Le ciel vous comblait:
Votre foulard de soie
Flottant sur vos epaules,
Vous aviez le beau role,
On aurait dit le roi...
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu!... Qu'elle etait belle...
J'en ai froid dans le coeur...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Dire qu'il suffit parfois
Qu'il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se dechire
Quand le navire s'en va...
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n'a pas su comprendre
Qu'elle brisait votre vie
L'amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l'existence
Ca vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre apres...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous avez l'air d'un mome!
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Venez dans mon royaume:
Je soigne les remords,
Je chante la romance,
Je chante les milords
Qui n'ont pas eu de chance!
Regardez-moi, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue...
...Mais vous pleurez, Milord?
Ca je l'aurais jamais cru!
Eh bien, voyons, Milord!
Souriez-moi, Milord!
...Mieux que ca! Un petit effort...
Voila, c'est ca!
Allez, riez, Milord!
Allez, chantez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Bravo Milord!
La-la-la...
Encore Milord!
La-la-la...
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Milord
Frankie Vaughan
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bunny Lewis
George Moustaki
Marguerite Monnot
THEMES
Body
Names
Colours
GENRES
Jazz
Easy Listening
Pop
YEAR
1960
English Lyrics:
Come on, get wise, Milord
Her lips tell lies, Milord
The girl that you adored
Has found some other guy
She just got bored, Milord
Now you're ignored, Milord
Deep down inside your pride
Won't let you say "goodbye"
That southern belle, Milord
Has got a heart of ice
Love can be hell, Milord
As well as paradise
You met her at a ball
Her lips were ruby red
Her Lazy southern drawl
Soon turn'd your noble head
You swore you'd never part
Tho' you lived far away
How could you know her heart
Like other hearts would stray
Come on get Hip, Milord
And let life rip, Milord
Be sure there's plenty more
Of loving to be done
There's chicks to meet, Milord
With lips as sweet, Milord
And hearts to make and break
Before the race is run
So hit the town, Milord
Come on and be my guest
We'll turn it upside down
French Lyrics:
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port,
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Pourtant je vous ai frole
Quand vous passiez hier,
Vous n'etiez pas peu fier,
Dame! Le ciel vous comblait:
Votre foulard de soie
Flottant sur vos epaules,
Vous aviez le beau role,
On aurait dit le roi...
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu!... Qu'elle etait belle...
J'en ai froid dans le coeur...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Dire qu'il suffit parfois
Qu'il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se dechire
Quand le navire s'en va...
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n'a pas su comprendre
Qu'elle brisait votre vie
L'amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l'existence
Ca vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre apres...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous avez l'air d'un mome!
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Venez dans mon royaume:
Je soigne les remords,
Je chante la romance,
Je chante les milords
Qui n'ont pas eu de chance!
Regardez-moi, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue...
...Mais vous pleurez, Milord?
Ca je l'aurais jamais cru!
Eh bien, voyons, Milord!
Souriez-moi, Milord!
...Mieux que ca! Un petit effort...
Voila, c'est ca!
Allez, riez, Milord!
Allez, chantez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Bravo Milord!
La-la-la...
Encore Milord!
La-la-la...
Come on, get wise, Milord
Her lips tell lies, Milord
The girl that you adored
Has found some other guy
She just got bored, Milord
Now you're ignored, Milord
Deep down inside your pride
Won't let you say "goodbye"
That southern belle, Milord
Has got a heart of ice
Love can be hell, Milord
As well as paradise
You met her at a ball
Her lips were ruby red
Her Lazy southern drawl
Soon turn'd your noble head
You swore you'd never part
Tho' you lived far away
How could you know her heart
Like other hearts would stray
Come on get Hip, Milord
And let life rip, Milord
Be sure there's plenty more
Of loving to be done
There's chicks to meet, Milord
With lips as sweet, Milord
And hearts to make and break
Before the race is run
So hit the town, Milord
Come on and be my guest
We'll turn it upside down
French Lyrics:
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port,
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Pourtant je vous ai frole
Quand vous passiez hier,
Vous n'etiez pas peu fier,
Dame! Le ciel vous comblait:
Votre foulard de soie
Flottant sur vos epaules,
Vous aviez le beau role,
On aurait dit le roi...
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu!... Qu'elle etait belle...
J'en ai froid dans le coeur...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Dire qu'il suffit parfois
Qu'il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se dechire
Quand le navire s'en va...
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n'a pas su comprendre
Qu'elle brisait votre vie
L'amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l'existence
Ca vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre apres...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous avez l'air d'un mome!
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Venez dans mon royaume:
Je soigne les remords,
Je chante la romance,
Je chante les milords
Qui n'ont pas eu de chance!
Regardez-moi, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue...
...Mais vous pleurez, Milord?
Ca je l'aurais jamais cru!
Eh bien, voyons, Milord!
Souriez-moi, Milord!
...Mieux que ca! Un petit effort...
Voila, c'est ca!
Allez, riez, Milord!
Allez, chantez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Bravo Milord!
La-la-la...
Encore Milord!
La-la-la...
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Milord
Cher
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bunny Lewis
George Moustaki
Marguerite Monnot
THEMES
Body
Names
Colours
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1966
English Lyrics:
Come on, get wise, Milord
Her lips tell lies, Milord
The girl that you adored
Has found some other guy
She just got bored, Milord
Now you're ignored, Milord
Deep down inside your pride
Won't let you say "goodbye"
That southern belle, Milord
Has got a heart of ice
Love can be hell, Milord
As well as paradise
You met her at a ball
Her lips were ruby red
Her Lazy southern drawl
Soon turn'd your noble head
You swore you'd never part
Tho' you lived far away
How could you know her heart
Like other hearts would stray
Come on get Hip, Milord
And let life rip, Milord
Be sure there's plenty more
Of loving to be done
There's chicks to meet, Milord
With lips as sweet, Milord
And hearts to make and break
Before the race is run
So hit the town, Milord
Come on and be my guest
We'll turn it upside down
French Lyrics:
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port,
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Pourtant je vous ai frole
Quand vous passiez hier,
Vous n'etiez pas peu fier,
Dame! Le ciel vous comblait:
Votre foulard de soie
Flottant sur vos epaules,
Vous aviez le beau role,
On aurait dit le roi...
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu!... Qu'elle etait belle...
J'en ai froid dans le coeur...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Dire qu'il suffit parfois
Qu'il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se dechire
Quand le navire s'en va...
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n'a pas su comprendre
Qu'elle brisait votre vie
L'amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l'existence
Ca vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre apres...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous avez l'air d'un mome!
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Venez dans mon royaume:
Je soigne les remords,
Je chante la romance,
Je chante les milords
Qui n'ont pas eu de chance!
Regardez-moi, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue...
...Mais vous pleurez, Milord?
Ca je l'aurais jamais cru!
Eh bien, voyons, Milord!
Souriez-moi, Milord!
...Mieux que ca! Un petit effort...
Voila, c'est ca!
Allez, riez, Milord!
Allez, chantez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Bravo Milord!
La-la-la...
Encore Milord!
La-la-la...
Come on, get wise, Milord
Her lips tell lies, Milord
The girl that you adored
Has found some other guy
She just got bored, Milord
Now you're ignored, Milord
Deep down inside your pride
Won't let you say "goodbye"
That southern belle, Milord
Has got a heart of ice
Love can be hell, Milord
As well as paradise
You met her at a ball
Her lips were ruby red
Her Lazy southern drawl
Soon turn'd your noble head
You swore you'd never part
Tho' you lived far away
How could you know her heart
Like other hearts would stray
Come on get Hip, Milord
And let life rip, Milord
Be sure there's plenty more
Of loving to be done
There's chicks to meet, Milord
With lips as sweet, Milord
And hearts to make and break
Before the race is run
So hit the town, Milord
Come on and be my guest
We'll turn it upside down
French Lyrics:
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port,
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Pourtant je vous ai frole
Quand vous passiez hier,
Vous n'etiez pas peu fier,
Dame! Le ciel vous comblait:
Votre foulard de soie
Flottant sur vos epaules,
Vous aviez le beau role,
On aurait dit le roi...
Vous marchiez en vainqueur
Au bras d'une demoiselle
Mon Dieu!... Qu'elle etait belle...
J'en ai froid dans le coeur...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir a ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Qu'une ombre de la rue...
Dire qu'il suffit parfois
Qu'il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se dechire
Quand le navire s'en va...
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n'a pas su comprendre
Qu'elle brisait votre vie
L'amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l'existence
Ca vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre apres...
Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous avez l'air d'un mome!
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Venez dans mon royaume:
Je soigne les remords,
Je chante la romance,
Je chante les milords
Qui n'ont pas eu de chance!
Regardez-moi, Milord,
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue...
...Mais vous pleurez, Milord?
Ca je l'aurais jamais cru!
Eh bien, voyons, Milord!
Souriez-moi, Milord!
...Mieux que ca! Un petit effort...
Voila, c'est ca!
Allez, riez, Milord!
Allez, chantez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Mais oui, dansez, Milord!
La-la-la...
Bravo Milord!
La-la-la...
Encore Milord!
La-la-la...
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Miracle Of Miracles
"Fiddler On The Roof" (1971 Film)
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Jerry Bock
Sheldon Harnick
THEMES
Body
Names
Inspirational
Country/Nature
Colours
Animals
GENRES
Showtunes
YEAR
1971
Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles-
God took up Daniel once again,
Stood by his and side and- miracle of miracles-
Walked him through the lions den!
Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles-
I was afraid that God would frown,
But like he did so long ago, at Jericho,
God just made a wall fall down!
When Moses softened Pharaohs heart, that was a miracle.
When God made the waters of the red sea part, that was a miracle too!
But of all God's miracles large and small,
The most miraculous one of all
Is that out of a worthless lump of clay,
God has made a man today.
Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles-
God took the tailor by the hand
Turned him around and- miracle of miracles- Led him to the promised land!
When David slew Goliath (yes!), that was a miracle.
When God gave us manna in the wilderness, that was a miracle too.
But of all God's miracles large and small,
The most miraculous one of all
Is the one I thought could never be:
God has given you to me.
God took up Daniel once again,
Stood by his and side and- miracle of miracles-
Walked him through the lions den!
Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles-
I was afraid that God would frown,
But like he did so long ago, at Jericho,
God just made a wall fall down!
When Moses softened Pharaohs heart, that was a miracle.
When God made the waters of the red sea part, that was a miracle too!
But of all God's miracles large and small,
The most miraculous one of all
Is that out of a worthless lump of clay,
God has made a man today.
Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles-
God took the tailor by the hand
Turned him around and- miracle of miracles- Led him to the promised land!
When David slew Goliath (yes!), that was a miracle.
When God gave us manna in the wilderness, that was a miracle too.
But of all God's miracles large and small,
The most miraculous one of all
Is the one I thought could never be:
God has given you to me.
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Money In My Pocket
Simply Red
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Dennis Brown
Joe Gibson
THEMES
Love
Weather
Colours
Money
GENRES
Dance
Soul
YEAR
2003
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
I'm praying for
A girl to be my own
Soon you said she coming but I don't believe a word she say
Cause she run away and left me one rainy day
She made me had in mind
That her love would never die
And now I'm alone, so alone
So alone, yeah, yeah
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
The love I had in mind
Was very, very hard to find
It's hard for a man to live without a woman
And a woman needs a man to cling to
You'll see what love can do
After making me feel blue
Ain't that a shame, whoa baby
Ain't that a shame
To make me feel blue
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
I'm praying for
A girl to be my own
Soon you said she coming but I don't believe a word she say
Cause she run away and left me one rainy day
She made me had in mind
That her love would never die
And now I'm alone, so alone
So alone, yeah, yeah
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
The love I had in mind
Was very, very hard to find
It's hard for a man to live without a woman
And a woman needs a man to cling to
You'll see what love can do
After making me feel blue
Ain't that a shame, whoa baby
Ain't that a shame
To make me feel blue
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Money In My Pocket
Dennis Brown
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Dennis Brown
Joe Gibson
THEMES
Love
Weather
Colours
Money
GENRES
Reggae/Ska
YEAR
1977
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
I'm praying for
A girl to be my own
Soon you said she coming but I don't believe a word she say
Cause she run away and left me one rainy day
She made me had in mind
That her love would never die
And now I'm alone, so alone
So alone, yeah, yeah
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
The love I had in mind
Was very, very hard to find
It's hard for a man to live without a woman
And a woman needs a man to cling to
You'll see what love can do
After making me feel blue
Ain't that a shame, whoa baby
Ain't that a shame
To make me feel blue
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
I'm praying for
A girl to be my own
Soon you said she coming but I don't believe a word she say
Cause she run away and left me one rainy day
She made me had in mind
That her love would never die
And now I'm alone, so alone
So alone, yeah, yeah
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love
The love I had in mind
Was very, very hard to find
It's hard for a man to live without a woman
And a woman needs a man to cling to
You'll see what love can do
After making me feel blue
Ain't that a shame, whoa baby
Ain't that a shame
To make me feel blue
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Montague Terrace In Blue
Scott Walker
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Noel Scott Engel
THEMES
Body
Dreams
Love
Weather
Country/Nature
Places
Colours
Time
GENRES
Pop
YEAR
1967
The little clock's stopped ticking now
We're swallowed in the stomached rue
The only sound to tear the night
Comes from the man upstairs
His bloated belching figure stomps
He may crash through the ceiling soon
The window sees trees cry from cold
And claw the moon
But we know don't we
And we'll dream won't we
Of Montague Terrace in blue
The girl across the hall makes love
Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone
Her thighs are full of tales to tell
Of all the nights she's known
Your eyes ignite like cold blue fire
The scent of secrets everywhere
A fist filled with illusions
Clutches all our cares
But we know don't we
And we'll dream won't we
Of Montague Terrace in blue oh in blue
We're swallowed in the stomached rue
The only sound to tear the night
Comes from the man upstairs
His bloated belching figure stomps
He may crash through the ceiling soon
The window sees trees cry from cold
And claw the moon
But we know don't we
And we'll dream won't we
Of Montague Terrace in blue
The girl across the hall makes love
Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone
Her thighs are full of tales to tell
Of all the nights she's known
Your eyes ignite like cold blue fire
The scent of secrets everywhere
A fist filled with illusions
Clutches all our cares
But we know don't we
And we'll dream won't we
Of Montague Terrace in blue oh in blue
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