Celine Dion lyrics
Celine Dion lyrics
"Homage To Flix Leclerc Lyrics"
Shes Got A Butt Bigger Than The Beatles Lyrics
She cooks with lard Loves hot food bars A quart of sweet tea And fried pork skin Can't get enough Eats till shes stuffed Goes to the bath room And then she comes back again She thinks she looks just like Maddona When she runs her greasy fingers Through her bleach blonde hair Most times she'll place another order And lordy have mercy On that little bitty chair She's got a butt bigger than the beatles Eattin' me out of house and home Her booty size Well it oughtta be illegal She has a hard time sittin' on the throne Hamburgers, hotdogs, cheese fries, and colslaw A dozen bear claw yum yum yum Loves sausage links, hates diet drinks Takes up both seats in a two seater car
She cooks with lard Loves hot food bars A quart of sweet tea And fried pork skin Can't get enough Eats till shes stuffed Goes to the bath room And then she comes back again She thinks she looks just like Maddona When she runs her greasy fingers Through her bleach blonde hair Most times she'll place another order And lordy have mercy On that little bitty chair She's got a butt bigger than the beatles Eattin' me out of house and home Her booty size Well it oughtta be illegal She has a hard time sittin' on the throne Hamburgers, hotdogs, cheese fries, and colslaw A dozen bear claw yum yum yum Loves sausage links, hates diet drinks Takes up both seats in a two seater car
That's a medley of flix leclerc songs. flix is known in quebec as the greatest poet in quebec's history. since his songs are all poetry, it's pretty hard to really translate the meaning, so i
Claim to be able to give you translations or adaptations of his work, barely translations of the words he used.
(from bozo)
Dans un marais
De joncs mauvais
Y'avait
Un vieux chteau
Aux longs rideaux
Dans l'eau
In a marshland
Of bad bulrushes
There was
An old castle
With long curtains
In the water
Dans le chteau
Y'avait bozo
Le fils du matelot
Matre cans
De ce palais branlant
In the castle
There was bozo
The son of the seaman
Master of the house
Of this shaky castle
Vous devinez que cette histoire
Est triste boire
Puisque bozo le fou du lieu
Est amoureux
You guess that this story
Is sad to drink
Since bozo the fool of the place
Is in love
Celle qu'il aime n'est pas venue
C'est tout entendu
Comprenez a
Elle n'existe pas, , ,
The one he loves haven't come
That's all understood
Understand that
She doesn't exist, , ,
Si vous passez
Par ce pays
La nuit
Y'a un fanal
Comme un signal
De bal
Dansez, chantez
Bras enlacs
Afin de consoler
Pauvre bozo
Pleurant sur son radeau
If you pass
By this country
At night
T
Change Your Mind Lyrics
Stokley Williams, Keri Lewis) Baby girl, I wanna tell you real quick I'm not your average kind of brother tryin' to be slick I want something real Something my heart can feel But you told me that your heart again you'll never reveal Chorus: Let me change your mind, change your mind Change your mind, 'cause I'm qualified Let me change your mind, change your mind Change your mind, 'cause I'm qualified Baby girl, are ready for this? Let me lay this lovin' on you like a whip Don't you know, I wanna be in your midst Wanna be the jam you pick all night--your favorite hit (Chorus
here's a lanternStokley Williams, Keri Lewis) Baby girl, I wanna tell you real quick I'm not your average kind of brother tryin' to be slick I want something real Something my heart can feel But you told me that your heart again you'll never reveal Chorus: Let me change your mind, change your mind Change your mind, 'cause I'm qualified Let me change your mind, change your mind Change your mind, 'cause I'm qualified Baby girl, are ready for this? Let me lay this lovin' on you like a whip Don't you know, I wanna be in your midst Wanna be the jam you pick all night--your favorite hit (Chorus
Like a signal
For a ball
Dance, sing
Arms interlaced
To comfort
Poor bozo
Crying on his raft
(from le p'tit bonheur)
C'est un petit bonheur
Que j'avais rama
Il tait tout en pleurs
Sur le bord d'un fo
Quand il m'a vu passer
Il s'est mis crier:
monsieur, ramassez-moi,
Chez vous emmenez-moi.
It's a little happiness
That i've gathered
It was all in tears
On the edge of a ditch
When it saw me passing by
It began to shout
"sir, grab me
At your place bring me
Mes frs m'ont oubli, je suis tomb, je suis malade
Si vous n'me cueillez point je vais mourrir, quelle ballade!
Je me ferez petit, tendre et soumis, je vous le jure,
Monsieur, je vous en prie, dlivrez-moi de ma torture
Monsieur, je vous en prie, dlivrez-moi de ma tortur
My brothers have forgot me, i fell, i'm sick
Si you don't grab me i'll die, what a shame!
I'll make myself small, tender and obedient, i promise you
Sir, i'm begging you, free me of my torture
Sur, i'm begging you, free me of my torture"
(from moi, mes souliers)
Moi, mes souliers ont beaucoup voyag,
Ils m'ont port de l'cole la guerre,
J'ai travers sur mes souliers ferrs
Le monde et sa misre
Me, my shoes have travelled a lot,
They carried me from school to war
I've crossed on my hob-nailed shoes
The world and its poverty
Moi, mes souliers ont pass dans les prs
Answering Bell Lyrics
Did I slip? I know I stumbled Did I trip? 'Cause I know I fell All's I know is I'll wake up here in my clothes tomorrow But oh, girl I wish I knew you well But oh, girl I wish I knew you well But I'm just sayin' hi, to your answering bell Did I run? I thought I was walkin' Through your inexhaustible gale The names are changed but the constellations Are still fallin' Oh girl, if you could only tell Oh girl, if you could only tell But I'm just sayin' hi Let your tears fall and touch my skin Then your thunderclouds could rage and wail I will collect them all for you in butterfly jars And oh girl, I'll build your wishing well Oh girl, I'll build your wishing well But I'm just sayin' hi, to your answering bell<
Puis mes souliers ont couch chez les fes
Et fait dans plus d'une, , ,
Me, my shoes have passed through the meadows
Me, my shoes have stamped on the moon
Then my shoes have slept with the fairies
And make dance more than one, , ,
(from attends-moi, ti-gars)
Attends-moi, ti-gars,
Tu vas tomber si j'suis pas
Le plaisir de l'un
C'est d'voir l'autre se casser l'cou
Wait, little boy,
You'll fall if i'm not there
The fun of one
Is to see the other breaking his neck (failing)
La voisine a rit d'nous autres parce qu'on avait 12 enfants
Chang son fusil d'paule depuis qu'elle en a autant
The neighbor (woman) have laughed at us because we had 12 children
Changed her mind since she has just as much
Attends-moi, ti-gars,
Tu vas tomber si j'suis pas
Le plaisir de l'un
C'est d'voir l'autre se casser l'cou
Wait, little boy,
You'll fall if i'm not there
The fun of one
Is to see the other breaking his neck (failing)
Il est jeune, il est joli
Il est riche, il est poli
Mais une chose l'ennuie
C'est son valet qui a l'gnie
He's young, he's cute
He's rich, he's polite
But one thing bothers him
It's his valet that has the intelligence
Attends-moi, ti-gars,
Tu vas tomber si j'suis pas
Le plaisir de l'un
C'est d'voir l'autre se casser l'cou
Wait, little boy,
You'll fall if
It Was a Very Good Year Lyrics
When I was seventeen, it was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights, we'd hide from the lights On the village green, when I was seventeen When I was twentyone, it was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls Who lived up the stair, with all that crazy hair And it came undone, when I was twentyone When I was thirtyfive, it was a very good year It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls Of independent means, we'd ride in limousines Their chauffeur would drive, when I was thirtyfive But when the days are short in the autumn of the year I will think of my life as vintage wine From fine old kegs, from the brim to the dregs i'm not there
The fun of one
Is to see the other breaking his neck (failing)
(from le train du nord)
Dans l'train pour sainte-adle
Y'avait un homme qui voulait dbarquer
Mais allez donc dbarquer
Quand l'train file cinquante milles l'heure
Et qu'en plus vous tes conducteur
In the train for sainte-adle
There was a man wanting to get off
But try to get off
When the train goes at fifty miles per hour
And that you're the driver
Oh! le train du nord
Oh! the train from north
Oh! dans le train pour sainte-adle
Y'avait rien qu'un passager,
C'tait encore le conducteur,
Imaginez pour voyager
Si c'est pas la vraie p'tite douleur, , ,
Oh! in the train to sainte-adle
There was only one passenger
That was again the driver
Imagine for travelling
If it's not the real little pain, , ,
Oh! le train du nord!
Oh! the train from north
Le train du nord
Le train du nord
A perdu l'nord,
Rendu l'aut'bord,
Le train du nord
A perdu l'nord
Mais c'est pas moi qui vas l'blmer
Oh! le train du nord
The train from north
The train from north
Has lost the north
Arrived on the other side
The train from north
Has lost the north
But i won't be the one to blame him
Oh! the train from north
(bis)
(bis)
Merci monsieur leclerc
Thanks, sir leclerc
When I was seventeen, it was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights, we'd hide from the lights On the village green, when I was seventeen When I was twentyone, it was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls Who lived up the stair, with all that crazy hair And it came undone, when I was twentyone When I was thirtyfive, it was a very good year It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls Of independent means, we'd ride in limousines Their chauffeur would drive, when I was thirtyfive But when the days are short in the autumn of the year I will think of my life as vintage wine From fine old kegs, from the brim to the dregs
The fun of one
Is to see the other breaking his neck (failing)
(from le train du nord)
Dans l'train pour sainte-adle
Y'avait un homme qui voulait dbarquer
Mais allez donc dbarquer
Quand l'train file cinquante milles l'heure
Et qu'en plus vous tes conducteur
In the train for sainte-adle
There was a man wanting to get off
But try to get off
When the train goes at fifty miles per hour
And that you're the driver
Oh! le train du nord
Oh! the train from north
Oh! dans le train pour sainte-adle
Y'avait rien qu'un passager,
C'tait encore le conducteur,
Imaginez pour voyager
Si c'est pas la vraie p'tite douleur, , ,
Oh! in the train to sainte-adle
There was only one passenger
That was again the driver
Imagine for travelling
If it's not the real little pain, , ,
Oh! le train du nord!
Oh! the train from north
Le train du nord
Le train du nord
A perdu l'nord,
Rendu l'aut'bord,
Le train du nord
A perdu l'nord
Mais c'est pas moi qui vas l'blmer
Oh! le train du nord
The train from north
The train from north
Has lost the north
Arrived on the other side
The train from north
Has lost the north
But i won't be the one to blame him
Oh! the train from north
(bis)
(bis)
Merci monsieur leclerc
Thanks, sir leclerc