2023.05.18.
A keresés eredménye
Találatok száma: 45
2021.02.10.
Pretty Baby
Nothing onNeath that tight
Top you don
Every night
Pretty baby
Crazy street
Gives a start
On each beat
Of your heart
Pretty baby
Kohl-rimmed eyes
Dance and dart
Melt the ice
In men’s hearts
Pretty baby
Meadow flowers
Sweet of scent
Gentle showers
For your friends
Pretty baby
Blossoms bud
To your time
Come the flood
Come sunshine
Just a rose
Blown too soon
No one chose
Petals strewn
Pretty baby
You’re the first
Ray of light
As dayburst
Cheats the night
You’re a vamp
With drapes drawn
Like a lamp
At the dawn
Pretty baby
Kisses slash
Like a sword
Type a dash
On your board
Pretty baby
Your pert breasts
Crack the shell
Fly the nest
Spread love’s spell
Pretty baby
Rustling frills
Guard the gate
But the thrill’s
Worth the wait
Pretty baby
Violet hides
Violin curves
In your tides
Something stirs
Pretty baby
Just a bloom
Passing time
Night or noon
Rain or shine
Just a star
Love’s delight
When night’s far
Veiled from sight
Pretty baby
Just the dot
On each ‘i’
Bear your lot
With a sigh
Just a seed
Under net
First we weed
Then forget
Pretty baby
Baby blues
In your face
All must lose
To your ace
Pretty baby
You’ve one rhyme
To your name
It must rhyme
Or face shame
Pretty baby
You’ve one source
To your spring
Its sole force
King of Kings
Pretty baby
You’ve one door
Draped in veils
Troubadour
Through it sails
Pretty baby
Just the taste
Of a flower
Sugar-cased
In a tower
When you run
Out of steam
Will someone
Smooth your seam?
Pretty baby
Just a leaf
Losing hue
Just a brief
To leaf through
Just a joy
That’s now past
I can bring
Back at last
Pretty baby
Nothing on
Neath that tight
Top you don
Every night
Nothing on
Neath that tight
Top you don
Every night
Pretty baby!
2021.02.10.
Funeral Tango
I see them all right nowFull of tearful kisses
While grasping hands entreat
They all want to be told
Is death a one-way street?
Does death itself grow old?
And do I still feel heat?
Or only now the cold?
They’re opening my drawers
And coveting my pots
Already looking forward
To opening the locks
And finding my love letters
With silken ribbons tied
To read them snug inside
And laugh until they cry
Ha ha ha!
I see them all right now
So proper and po-faced
Like followers of art
Behind my wooden box
Jostling with their hearts
To show the deepest shock
Then as the cortège starts
To be first off the blocks
The old girls that they bring
Knew me – or so they claim
The kids under their wing
Don’t even know my name
And finding out how dear
My lilacs are to buy
Deplore the time of year
I chose to go and die
Ha ha ha!
I see them all right now
My old deceitful friends
A patient smile allow
To help them make amends
Oh, I see you my dear
Following primly on
Wiping away a tear
As it’s done in Lyon
And you don’t even know
As the churchyard you leave
The hell to which you go
With him with whom you grieve
Whoever he might be
The last of a long line
Whose ways to make you cry
Will prove different from mine
Ha ha ha!
Oh, I can see me now
Settling in for good
Into the sad and cold
Bony neighbourhood
Oh, I can see me now
In the arrivals hall
After my last grand tour
Which means I’ve seen it all
I see it all ahead
And yet they have the nerve
To warn me off the shorts
Make water all I serve
And not chase after skirts
To put some money by
A mackerel steak to carve
And wish the King long life
Ha ha ha!
2021.02.10.
Rabble Paris
Paris pimpWith girl’s eyes
Shifty looks
And old rags
Accordions
Bawling out
Won’t raise cash
Still it’s good
Gigolos
Undress you
In Bastille
Underpass
To get drunk
On your skirts
Make you scream
Still it’s good
Lilas grass
Pantin blooms
Can’t count all
Passes made
Shock in all
Four seasons
Brings in cash
Still it’s good
Since Dédé
And Bébert
Have been flush
Ladies feel
They’ve a right
To two-time
Still it’s good
Paris thug
Hands which slip
Make no friends
With the cops
Buttonholed
In neon
No angel
Still it’s good
Smart hold-ups
For the press
Front-wheel drive
Get-aways
A sharp tap
Just in time
Shekels stacked
Or else you’re good
Here’s to one
Here’s to two
For three bucks
I’ll see you
In the late
Editions
You’re in stir
Still it’s good
Here’s to last
Or nothing
You run with
Cut-price mobs
Best act smart
To get on
Still next time
May be good
Paris I’ve drunk
With raucous voice
Along the streets
You vocalize
There’s no more hope
In your patched clothes
Just the pavement
But it’s so good
But bridges span
The flowing Seine
For some romance
Illusion made
It’s rush hour now
But still so good
Abandoned kids
In neighbourhoods
Of meadows paved
Which make love grow
It also grows
In house and home
We have done wrong
Still it’s so good
Misty-eyed looks
Plunge in the stream
Which cleans the street
On which it sails
A boat that rocks
The lower berths
It makes hard work
Still it’s so good
Paris I keep
In heart of stone
A running count
Of fancy ways
A hat that’s tipped
When right to do
But when needs must
Still it’s so good
Gilt-edged firms
Anonymous
Honourable friend
Of high renown
A fashion plate
Of the rag-trade
Not kissing hands
Still it’s so good
Give me some change
And flash the cash
A nice discount
And gentleman
A fat chequebook
The bouncing type
What can you do?
Still it’s so good
In the Faubourg
Saint-Honoré
We take high tea
And then I’m off
One party gone
One party stayed
That’s a surprise
Still it’s so good
Oompah Paris
Your festive soul
Has got millions
For your poets
Just a few pence
For my old song
That rhymes with ‘cents’
And it’s so good
2019.03.12.
The Obscure Waltz
They are not people to slow waltzThe good prowlers who slides in the night
They prefer to it the lively waltz
Supple, fast, where someone turns with no noise
Silent they take in their arms their lady love
Combining the overalls and the petticoat
light, light they go with them
In a cheerful whirl
It’s the moon fellows’
Obscure Waltz
the light bother
And who searches a dark corner
It’s the moon fellows’
Obscure Waltz
To each her own (1)
Dance it in the evening
They are not tender for their spouses
And when it’s needed, know to give them a hiding
Only one soupçon of their jealous soul
and the prowlers are ready to take revenge on
While they do to Berthe, to Léonore
a madrigal in verse at their manner
a brave agent, by his resounding talent
emphasize the song
It’s the moon fellows’
Obscure Waltz
the light bother
And who searches a dark corner
It’s the moon fellows’
Obscure Waltz
To each her own
Dance it in the evening
When the prowler, in the night, goes after
And by the throat grabs a passer-by (2)
The good friends, in other that any noise fade
Not far from him sing hugging each other
While he stoles a magnificent dwelling
or he emerges victorious from a fight
The good bourgeois fascinated by the music
Murmur all in unison
It’s the moon fellows’
Obscure Waltz
the light bother
And who searches a dark corner
It’s the moon fellows’
Obscure Waltz
To each her own
Dance it in the evening
2018.09.17.
If you figure...
If you figure,if you figure,
little girl, little girl,
if you figure
that it will, it will
last forever,
the mating
the mating
the mating season,
you couldn't be
more wrong, girl.
Couldn't be more wrong.
If you think, kiddo,
if you think, ha ha
that your rosy complexion,
your slender waist,
your cute biceps,
your enamel nails,
your nymph's thigh
and your light foot,
if you think
that all this
will last forever,
you couldn't be
more wrong, girl.
Couldn't be more wrong.
They are soon gone,
the sunny party days.
Suns and planets
all go round in circles
as for you, lass,
you're walking straight
toward an unseen future:
they are already on the prowl,
the swift wrinkle,
the ponderous fat,
the tripled chin,
the flaccid muscle.
So come on, pick, pick
the roses, the roses,
the roses of life
the roses of life.
And may their petals
become the quiet sea
of all bliss
of all bliss
Come on, pick them all.
If you don't do it,
you couldn't be
more wrong, girl.
Couldn't be more wrong.
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2018.05.12.
And you believe it
A little taut silk is enoughA smile in the corner of the mouth that kills
And you believe it
All the rivers are in flood
All the winters have been conquered
Suffering has disappeared
And you believe it
It grips the mouth, it grips the nose,
The hands, the heart, and the mind’s ideas
And you are trapped
A little cream in the coffee
Like a smell which you have captured
And you believe it
And you believe it
It can wipe the nose with fingers
Tell you anything often
And you believe it
It’s not the devil, it’s not the Almighty
It gives, it takes, it makes you happy
When you believe it
It’s not the day, it’s not the night
It bites sometimes when it smiles
And you believe it
It’s love, you believe it.
2018.04.07.
Elm Square
Back in '39, that yearpeople started to wage war.
As for me, I was too little, I couldn't understand
what war was.
I watched the flowers and the water in the river,
or I played hide-and-seek on Elm Square.
On Elm Square.
There were no more celebrations, no more sunday dances,
only a few elderly were left on Elm Square.
On Elm Square.
We listened to the in secret, behind
the shadow of our curtains
while .
And then, at last
the year '45 came.
Back in '45, that year
people were ending the war.
As for me, I had grown up, still I couldn't understand
why people wage wars.
I watched the flowers and the water in the river,
boys kissed me on Elm Square.
On Elm Square.
There were balls everywhere, lots of sunday dances.
Mariages were celebrated on Elm Square.
On Elm Square.
We basked in the sun, we got drunk on sunlight,
we drew the curtains
while Europe was sorted into several parts.
The war was over.
And, all the same, since then
Since then, all that while
people keep on waging wars.
As for me, I'm an adult now, and I still can't understand
why people wage wars
while there are flowers, birds, rivers
and children loving one another on Elm Square.
The weather is nice today.
It is today, but could it be that tomorrow on Earth
a paradise would die and elude us,
elude us forever and ever?
No more children in the sun, no more peace on Earth.
No more flowers, no more birds.
But that's couldn't happen, the weather is so nice
today, so nice
on Elm Square.
So nice...
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2018.02.05.
Love is gone
Love is goneand life goes on
The summer rain
brings oblivion
and falls silently
as the quiet hours go by.
The rain of my heart
The rain of oblivion
I've learned the handsome face
of love is bound to die someday
and my torment,
frail and shuddering
like a bird
flew away into the night.
Love is gone and
the rain of my heart
the rain of oblivion
falls silently.
One glorious day I saw
the handsome face of love
being reborn. It came,
clad in green water and soft grass,
clearer than a morning,
and I was weeping.
The summer wind
the wind told me
this was happiness.
The wind of life
carries away silently
carries away the rain
the rain of my heart.
Love is gone and
the rain of my heart
the rain of oblivion
falls silently.
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2017.09.27.