A cover of Edith Piaf by Pomplemoose. The lyrics are variations about the Paris skies.



Under the sky of Paris
Flies away a song
Hum hum
It was born today
In the heart of a boy

Under the sky of Paris
Walking lovers
Hum hum
Their happiness built
Upon an song made just for them

Under the bridge of Bercy
A philosopher sits
Two musicians, a few onlookers
And then people, by the thousands

Under the sky of Paris
Will sing until the evening
Hum hum
The anthem of a people in love
With its old city

Near Notre Dame
Brews up a drama sometimes
Yes, but in Paname (nickname of Paris)
Everything can work out

Some rays shine
From the summer sky
An accordion from some sailor
And hope blossoms
Under the sky of Paris

But the sky of Paris
Has its own secret
For twenty centuries, it has been in love
With our Island Saint Louis

When it is too jealous
Of these millions of lovers
It grumbles and scolds at us
with its dazzling thunder

But the sky of Paris
Is not cruel for long
To ask for forgiveness
It hands over a rainbow

w/lyrics
"What a Fool Believes" (3:41)
Minute by Minute, 1979
writers M. MacDonald & K. Loggins
The Doobie Brothers

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"Just My Imagination (Running Away with Me)" (3:54)
Sky's the Limit, 1971
writers N. Whifield & B. Strong
The Temptations

"Taxman" (2:36)
Revolver, 2022 (remix)
writer, G. Harrison, 1966
badass guitar solo, P. McCartney :fire:
The Beatles

My kinda sound. Hitting the spot :up:

So much could be said about 'Taxman' - but I didn't know that was Paul playing guitar. Wow.

That "little band" was (is) soooo good. :cool:

Elsewhere, I proposed a change of the lyrics of 'Yes, We Have No Bananas' for the benefit of a new philosophy club: 'Yes, We Have No Idea/s'.
It seems there are already different lyrics out there. The song has a deep political background:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yes!_We_Have_No_Bananas

Compare the lyrics sung here to those below:



There's a fruit store on our street
It's run by a Greek
And he keeps good things to eat But you should hear him speak!
When you ask him anything, he never answers "no"
He just "yes"es you to death, and as he takes your dough He tells you
"Yes, we have no bananas
We have-a no bananas today
We've string beans, and onions
Cabashes, and scallions,
And all sorts of fruit and say
We have an old fashioned tomato
A Long Island potato But yes, we have no bananas
We have no bananas today

Business got so good for him that he wrote home today,
"Send me Pete and Nick and Jim; I need help right away"
When he got them in the store, there was fun, you bet
Someone asked for "sparrow grass" and then the whole quartet
All answered "Yes, we have no bananas
We have-a no bananas today
Just try those coconuts
Those wall-nuts and doughnuts
There ain't many nuts like they
We'll sell you two kinds of red herring,
Dark brown, and ball-bearing
But yes, we have no bananas
We have no bananas today"

He, he, he, he, ha, ha, ha whatta you laugh at?
You gotta soup or pie?
Yes, I don't think we got soup or pie
You gotta coconut pie?
Yes, I don't think we got coconut pie
Well I'll have one cup a coffee
We gotta no coffee
Then watta you got?
I got a banana!
Oh you've got a banana!

Yes, we gotta no banana, No banana, No banana, I tell you we gotta no banana today
I sella you no banana
Hey, Mary Anna, you gotta... gotta no banana?
Why this man, he's no believe-a what I say... no... he no believe me...
Now whatta you wanta mister? You wanna buy twelve for a quarter?
Well, just a one of a look, I'm gonna call for my daughter
Hey, Mary Anna You gotta piana
Yes, a banana, no
Yes, we gotta no bananas today!

The new English "clark" (a.k.a. "clerk"):
Yes, we are very sorry to inform you
That we are entirely out of the fruit in question
The afore-mentioned vegetable Bearing the cognomen "Banana"
We might induce you to accept a substitute less desirable,
But that is not the policy at this internationally famous green grocery
I should say not. No no no no no no no
But may we suggest that you sample our five o'clock tea
Which we feel certain will tempt your pallet?
However we regret that after a diligent search
Of the premises By our entire staff
We can positively affirm without fear of contradiction
That our raspberries are delicious; really delicious
Very delicious But we have no bananas today.
Songwriters: Frank Silver, Irving Conn. For non-commercial use only.
Data From: Musixmatch

I remember when I was a little girl, our house caught on fire.
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
In his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement.
And I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames.
And when it was all over I said to myself, "Is that all there is to a fire"

Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

And when I was 12 years old, my daddy took me to the circus, the greatest show on earth.
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears.
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads.
And so I sat there watching
I had the feeling that something was missing.
I don't know what, but when it was over,
I said to myself, "is that all there is to the circus?
Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

And then I fell in love
With the most wonderful boy in the world.
We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes.
We were so very much in love.
Then one day he went away and I thought I'd die, but I didn't,
And when I didn't I said to myself, "Is that all there is to love?"

Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing

I know what you must be saying to yourselves,
If that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all?
Oh, no, not me. I'm not ready for that final disappointment,
Because I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you,
When that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath, I'll be saying to myself

Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

Songwriters: Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller. For non-commercial use only.
Data From: Musixmatch

Ev'rybody wants to laugh,
ah, but nobody wants to cry.
I say ev'rybody wants to laugh,
but nobody wants to cry ...

Ev'rybody wants to go to heaven,
but nobody wants to die ...

Ev'rybody want to hear the truth,
but yet, ev'rybody wants to tell a lie.
I say, ev'rybody wants to hear the truth,
but still they all want to tell a lie ...

Oh, ev'rybody wants to go to heaven,
but nobody wants to die ...

Ev'rybody want to know the reason,
without even askin' why.
Oh, ev'rybody want to know the reason,
oh, without even askin' why ...

You know, ev'rybody want to go to heaven,
but nobody wants to die ...

"Everybody Wants To Go To Heaven ..." (4:20)
The Best Of Albert King,1986
writer, Don Nix, 1971
Albert King

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"Blues" (5:22)
Black Codes (From The Underground), 1985
Wynton Marsalis

"Lean On Me" (4:17)
BBC Live in Concert, 1974
Bill Withers

Everyone's afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?

No one really knows the ones they love
If you knew everything they thought
I bet that you would wish that they'd just shut up

Well, you were the dull sound of sharp math
When you were alive
No one's going to play the harp when you die
And if I had a nickel for every damn dime
I'd have half the time, do you mind?

Everyone's afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
Am I right, am I right, am I right?
Am I right, am I right, am I right?

And it's our lives
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
We're alive for the first time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
We're alive for the last time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
To live before you die

It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
That our lives are such a short time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
When it takes such a long time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember

My mom's God is a woman and my mom she is a witch
I like this
My hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself
Why fight this?

Everyone's afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?

There is no such thing as a happy love
Poem: Louis Aragon - Music: Georges Brassens


Man can take nothing for granted, neither his strength
Nor his weakness, nor his heart. And when he believes
He open his arms, his shadow is that of a cross
And when he tries to clutch his happiness, he crushes it
His life is a strange and painful divorce

There is no such thing as a happy love

His life is like those unarmed soldiers
Who were dressed for another fate
What use is it to them to get up in the morning?
They are found in the evening, unarmed, uncertain
Say these words, my dear, and hold back your tears

There is no such thing as a happy love

My beautiful love, my dear love, my fracture
I carry you inside me like a wounded bird
And others, without knowing, are watching us go by
Repeating after me the words that I've woven
And which, for your wide eyes, immediately died:

There is no such thing as a happy love

By the time we learn how to live, it's already too late
Let our hearts cry in the night, in unison
How many regrets to pay for the slightest thrill
How much sorrow it takes to write the shortest song
How many sobs to compose a guitar tune?

There is no such thing as a happy love
There is no love that is without pain
There is no love that doesn't end bruised
There is no love that withers not
And no more than for you, the love of the country
There is no love that does not live on tears
There is no such thing as a happy love
But it's love we got, you and me

:fire:


"Born Under a Bad Sign" (7:37)
Blues (compilation), 1994
writers, Booker T. Jones & William Bell, 1967
performers, Jimi Hendrix, Billy Cox & Buddy Miles, 1969

25 february 1943 - 29 november 2001 :flower:

:cry: :fire: :pray:
Wonderful tribute capturing the essence of George's :heart: :nerd: and :cool:
What a life; music, fun and love.
'Any Road' - the lyrics and chosen clips are amazing...the simple ukulele end strum.
Thank you :flower:

The Concert for George was held at the Royal Albert Hall in London on 29 November 2002 as a memorial to George Harrison on the first anniversary of his death.[1] The event was organised by Harrison's widow, Olivia, and his son, Dhani, and arranged under the musical direction of Eric Clapton. The profits from the event went to the Material World Charitable Foundation, an organisation founded by Harrison.
[...]
Joe Brown closed the show with a rendition of "I'll See You in My Dreams" on ukulele, one of Harrison's favourite instruments. — Wiki - Concert for George

'While My Guitar Gently Weeps (Taken from Concert For George)'


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'Joe Brown in combination with Concert for George - I'll See You In My Dreams
01 Concert For George Band Rehearsals [Reprise Instrumental of I'll See You In My Dreams]
02 Joe Brown - I'll SeeYou In My Dreams - Live In Liverpool,'

George's 'Give Me Love (Give me Peace on Earth)' - Jeff Lynn and co (live tribute)

From 'I-Me-Mine' (p246):

GIVE ME LOVE. Sometimes you open your mouth and you don't know what you are going to say, and whatever comes out is the starting point. If that happens and you are lucky - it can usually be turned into a song. This song is a prayer and personal statement between me, the Lord, and whoever likes it. — George Harrison

9 october 1940 - 8 december 1980 :victory:

Marquis de Sade - Wanda's Loving Boy

It's very early
And Wanda sleeps so soundly
Underneath the dim moonbeams

The whole world is dead
When I come up to your bed
Just to scream into your ears

Now listen to your lover:
Is acute pain
Not the highest pleasure?

It's very early
Wanda weeps so loud
I taste her lips with my teeth

And now I realize
How bright
How wild were her eyes

I lift you of the sheets
And stand you up on your feet
To start the odd ceremony

Let our desires lead us
Let the pretense and masks
Stand in for us to hit the mark
Farther and farther and farther
In search of the strongest pleasure

I stand you up on your feet
Oh how thrilling to feed
A sickly bird with one's seed

And now I realize
How bright
How wild were her eyes

It's very early
Wanda sleeps so soundly
In the shelter of my dreams

The last words she spoke
Were getting stuck in her throat
Sorry but I plead not guilty

We had one single thing we could share
Our yearning for unknown pleasures
I was lying to myself
Cos I could do nothing else
When standing facing the mirror

And now I realize
How bright
How wild were her eyes

And now I realize
How blind
How mad it was to try
To reach paradise

I was so pleased
To see Wanda
Down on her knees
I was so pleased
To see Wanda
Groveling at my feet

Peace on Earth
Composed by Errollyn Wallen

And snow falls down on me.
Peace on earth.
The night is dark and soft.
Peace on earth.
The lights that sparkle in the square,
The smoke that lingers in the air.
Peace on earth.
And grace falls down on me.
Peace on earth.
The dark will turn aside.
Peace on earth.
The fires that burn in ev'ry hearth
Do sing out praise of Christmas past.
Peace on earth.
Hear them singing.
Peace on earth.

Stromae -- Formidable

The Klezmatics - An Undoing World

By the time we're done with dancing,
Elsewhere darling you'll be glancing
And the night's a river-torrent tearing us apart.
Merely melody entwined us,
Easily the ties that bind us
Break in fibrillations of the heart.
Don't cry out or cling in terror
Darling that's a fatal error
Clinging to a somebody you thought you knew was yours.
Dispossession by attrition is a permanent condition
That the wretched modern world endures.

You drift away, you're carried by a stream.
Refugee a wanderer you roam;
You lose your way, so it will come to seem:
No place in particular is home.
You glance away, your house has disappeared,
The sweater you've been knitting has unpurled.
You live adrift, and everything you feared
Comes to you in this undoing world.

Copper-plated, nailed together, buffeted by ocean weather
Stands the Queen of Exiles and our mother she may be.
Hollow-breasted broken-hearted watching for her dear departed
For her children cast upon the sea.
At her back the great idyllic land of justice
For exilic peoples ponders making justice private property.
Darling never dream another woman might
Have been your mother
Someday you may be a refugee.

A refugee, who's running from the wars,
Hiding from the fire-bombs they've hurled;
Eternally a person out-of-doors,
Desperate in this undoing world.

Mother for your derelicted
Children from your womb evicted
Grant us shelter harbor solace safety
Let us in!
Let us tell you where we travelled
How our hopes our lives unravelled
How unwelcome everywhere we've been.

I know this feeling.

A response. Je veux de l'amour, de la joie, de la bonne humeur :cool:

ZAZ - je veux | ( French version ) - Lyrics in french and English