LE VAGABOND

RICHARD ANTHONY
MÚSICA ORIGINAL: THE WANDERER
COMPOSITEURES: ANDRÉ SALVET & MARESCA
ALBUM: LA LEÇON DE TWIST
RECORD: COLUMBIA
GENRE: TWIST
ANNÉE: 1962
 
            Ricardo Abraham Btesh, ALIAS Richard Anthony, né le 12 JANVIER 1938 au Caire(Égypter) et mort le 19 avril 2015 à Pégomas (Alpes-MaritimeS), est uN chanteur français.
               Pionnier du twist em France et importateur de rock, il est surnommé « le père tranquille du rock», et compte plus de 600 titres enregistrés et plus de 50 millions de disques vendus. Il a enregistré des titres dans six langues: français, anglais, allemand, espagnol, italien et arabe.

Oh
Je suis le genre de gars qui ne pense qu'à s'amuser
Je cours de fille en fille, je n'en ai jamais assez
Je vais de gauche à droite, essayant de les trouver
Et oui, je vous l'avoue, c'est ça mon grand péché

On m'appelle le vagabond
Ouais, le vagabond
Je suis toujours comme ça, comme ça
Comme ça, comme ça

D'abord, y a eu Suzy, Marie-Claire et Dorothée
Annick, Evelyne, Sylvie, puis Gisèle et Marité
Avec toutes ces poupées, j'aurais bien dû m'arrêter
Mais plus j'en rencontrais, plus je voulais continuer

Car je suis le vagabond
Ouais, le vagabond
Je suis toujours comme ça, comme ça
Comme ça, comme ça

Alors, je cours de ville en ville
Et sans jamais me reposer
Je cherche les plaisirs faciles
Et si je peux flirter, là, je prends un temps d'arrêt
Et puis je disparais en volant quelques baisers
Car moi, le grand amour, je ne l'ai jamais rencontré
Les filles ne m'intéressent simplement que pour flirter
Et je n'ai qu'une seule envie, c'est de toutes les aimer

Car je suis le vagabond
Ouais, le vagabond
Je suis toujours comme ça, comme ça
Comme ça, comme ça, comme ça
Comme ça, comme ça

Ouais,
Puis je disparais en volant quelques baisers
Car moi, le grand amour, je ne l'ai jamais rencontré
Les filles ne m'intéressent simplement que pour flirter
Et je n'ai qu'une seule envie, c'est de toutes les aimer

Car je suis le vagabond
Ouais le vagabond
Je suis toujours comme ça, comme ça,
Comme ça, comme ça
Comme ça, comme ça
Car je suis le vagabond
Ouais, le vagabond
Je suis...

LES FEUILLES MORTES
YVES MONTAND
COMPOSITOR: Jacques Prévert/Joseph Kosma(MUS.)
Álbum: Best Of Yves Montand
Gravadora: ONErpm
Selo: Excalibur Recordings
GÊNERO: CHANSON
Ano: 2011




Oh ! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
Des jours heureux où nous étions amis.
En ce temps-là la vie était plus belle,
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui.
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle.
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié...
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Et le vent du nord les emporte
Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli.
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
La chanson que tu me chantais.

C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble.
Toi, tu m'aimais et je t'aimais
Et nous vivions tous les deux ensemble,
Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais.
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment,
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis.


Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Mais mon amour silencieux et fidèle
Sourit toujours et remercie la vie.
Je t'aimais tant, tu étais si jolie.
Comment veux-tu que je t'oublie ?
En ce temps-là, la vie était plus belle
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui.
Tu étais ma plus douce amie
Mais je n'ai que faire des regrets
Et la chanson que tu chantais,
Toujours, toujours je l'entendrai !



AUTOMN LEAVES
NAT KING COLE
COMPOSER: JOSEPH KOSMA
LYRICS: JACQUES PRÉVERT (FRENCH)/JOHNNY MERCER (ENGLISH)
MUSICA: Joseph KosmaGÊNERO:
ÁLBUM: Nat, Matt & Dean
GRAVADORA: COLUMBIA
GENRE: CHANSON

Ano de lançamento:1988

"Autumn Leaves" is a much-recorded popular song. Originally it was a 1945 French song "Les feuilles mortes" (literally "The Dead Leaves") with music by Hungarian-French composer Joseph Kosma and lyrics by poet Jacques Prévert, and the Hungarian title is "Hulló levelek" (Falling Leaves). Yves Montand (with Irène Joachim) introduced "Les feuilles mortes" in the film Les Portes de la nuit(1946).



I love you for sentimental reasons
I hope you do believe me
I'll give you my heart

I love you and you alone were meant for me
Please give your loving heart to me
And say we'll never part

I think of you every morning
Dream of you every night
Darling, I'm never lonely
Whenever you are in sight

I love you for sentimental reasons
I hope you do believe me
I've given you my heart

The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly

The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winters song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

Mais la vie spare ceux qui saiment
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit


But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall.

AUTOMN LEAVES
CHRIS BROWN
COMPOSER: CHRIS BROWN
ÁLBUM:  X
GRAVADORA: RCA RECORDS
GÊNERO: R&B
ANO: 2014
KENDRICK LAMMAR

"X é o numeral romano para 10. Eu nasci em 5/5/89; 5 mais 5 é 10, e este é meu décimo ano desde que entrei faz 10 anos desde que decidi entrar pra música e X é a 24º letra do alfabeto, e essa será minha idade no lançamento do álbum."
Ele explicou a ideia do disco:
"Eu tentei ficar longe das batidas Euro, e não ir totalmente ao pop. Em vez disso, eu queria ter uma abordagem Quincy Jones. O álbum é uma homenagem às maravilhas de Stevie Wonder, Michael Jackson e Sam Cooke. Eu queria colocar essa essência clássica do R&B e soul com a nova era da música agora. Há uma grande quantidade de instrumentos ao vivo, e muito menos auto-tune. Eu realmente queria demonstrar minha capacidade vocal, criando o clima de mim cantando junto com a banda."


If you leave this time I feel that you'll be gone for good
So I hold on like leaves and fall to what is left
Said her father left her young and
He said he'll be back with that same tone
That you just said you'll stay forever with

It seems that all the autumn leaves are falling
I feel like you're the only reason for it
All the things you do, all the things you do
All the things you do, All the things you do
All the things you do, all the things you do
It's safe to say you're the only reason for it

I've been bleeding in your silence
I feel safer in your violence
I hold on like leaves and fall to what is left
Before I sleep I talk to god
He must be mad with me, it's coming
I'm confused who'll I'll spend my forever with

It seems that all the autumn leaves are falling
I feel like you're the only reason for it
All the things you do, all the things you do
All the things you do, All the things you do
All the things you do, all the things you do
It's safe to say you're the only reason for it

So the iceberg never broke
And I poked at it and I poked at it and I poked at it
And I poke (and I poke) and I poked at it
But it stayed stagnant then I poked at it some more
(some more)
And in my notepad, man I wrote
(and I wrote)
If I don't have it, if I don't grab it
If it don't chip then a toe tag is, one last
I'mma hope (I'mma hope) so the iceberg don't float
(don't float)
If I do manage to do damage to you dammit
It'd be grand, it's ten grammies or my granite still standing
With a note (a note) that read
''granted, don't you panic''
When you make mistakes the most (the most)
One day it'll make you grow (you grow)
When you outlandish and you lose manners
To god you shall consult (consult)
When the bright cameras are still cramming
In your face and it provoke (provoke)
You to act manic, just stay planted
Cause you reapin' what you sowed
Keep positivity in your heart and
Keep a noose from 'round your throat and
When you get mad and when you poke at it
When you poke it at just know, man
The iceberg is a reflection of you
When you re-new your vision
Just think if it had sunk titanic
What the fuck would you do to a critic, my nigga?
Yeah, yeah, tell me, when doves cry
Do you hear 'em love?
Do you hear 'em love? do you hear 'em?
And if my ship go down tell me who will abort?
And they won't let me live even when we mustard the gift
When it gon' rejoice and forgive
Tell me how I stay positive
When they never see good in me
Even though I got hood in me
Don't mean he won't redeem me, lord

It seems that all the autumn leaves are falling
I feel like you're the only reason for it
All the things you do
All the things you do, all the things you do
All the things you do

All the things you do, all the things you do