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Le Petit Cheval
03:08
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The Bistro
03:16
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In a shabby side of Paris behind a boulevard
There’s an old Bistro tended by a horrIble slob
If you taste in wine’s only for the fine fancy glass
Drink some other place, the nectar you’ll taste here’s too crass
But if your gullet can take a bullet in the night
Have a chug of this little jug of bliss full of spite
At this whistle stop, the cream of the crop overflows
Every old juicehead and better-off-dead comes and goes
They spawn like salmon just to examine on the job
The belle of the bar, the wife of this horrible slob
May I drink every last drop of the sea’s salty juice
If after you see her you’re not completely seduced
By this fairy who turned a dive into a chateau
With her sexy bait, all her tempting traits in a row
These exquisite gems, who embraces them In this mob
Really it’s too much, all this for the clutch of this slob
It’s unjust and crazed, but what can be said or be done
They say love is blind and it just might find anyone
If you feel the need to flirt best be brief and polite
Make no sudden, moves, mind your p’s and q’s or she’ll strike
Her quick-smacking hand will punish any man who’d trespass
Not yet born are those who will put their nose in her glass
Not yet born is he who will thaw a piece of her ice
He has not been born who will fondle this fat slob’s wife
In the shabbiest square of poor Paris, so it goes
There’s a fairy who turned a dive into a chateau
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Poor Martin
02:08
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Swinging a hoe over his shoulder
With, upon his lips a sweet song
With, upon his lips a sweet song
With in his soul, abundant courage
Toiling the fields the whole day long
Oh poor Martin, miserable man
Digging through time, digging the land
To earn his lifelong daily bread
From the break of dawn to sundown
From the break of dawn to sundown
He went a digging in the earth
In any weather, any town
Oh poor Martin, miserable man
Digging through time, digging the land
Without a sign upon his face
Of any envy or contempt
Of any envy or contempt
Digging the dirt, digging the dirt
He tilled the soil of other men
Oh poor Martin, miserable man
Digging through time, digging the land
And then when, finally, death told him
That he must till his final field
That he must till his final field
He quickly dug himself a grave
Hiding so no-one else would see
Miserable Martin, Poor poor man
Digging through time, digging the land
He quickly dug himself a grave
Hiding so no one else would see
Hiding so no one else would see
And then lay down without a word
So as to not disturb the peace
Oh poor Martin, miserable man
Digging through time, digging the land
Miserable Martin, poor poor man
Dig under time, dig under land
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I forgot all of the campaigns
Of Austerlitz and Waterloo
All of the battles fought in Spain
Italy, France and Prussia too
As long as I live I’ll never forget
The very first girl that my arms ever held
The first perfect stranger who let me call her dear
My heart, can you recall how much she meant to me?
Was she of saintly or of ill repute?
Was she a virgin or a prostitute?
Her memory remains, and you won’t soon forget
The very first girl that your arms ever held
Scattered like cormorants in flight
Are my thoughts of June and Suzanne
And all my memories lose their light
When I think of Rose or Lianne
As long as I live I’ll never forget
The very first girl that my arms ever held
It was a sweet affair, my heart can you recall?
I traded my resolve for the flowers in her hair
Was it grandiose like the highly esteemed
Or more like the paupers and dogs in the street
Her memory remains, and you won’t soon forget
The very first girl that your arms ever held
You were my first baptismal dose
Of love’s divine and blissful awes
I’ll always love and keep you close
My final gift from Santa Claus
As long as I live, I’ll never forget
The very first girl that my arms ever held
I acted so brave when she took off her clothes
My heart, can you recall? Inside your courage froze
No doubt there have been many others since then
But of all the ones that have come ‘round the bend
She is the last one that you’ll ever forget
The very first girl that your arms ever held
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Friendship First of All
03:13
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No it was not the simple raft
Of the Medusa this fine craft
Proclaim it from each port of call
From each port of call
It sailed gently in the breeze
On the big duck pond past the trees
It was the “Friendship first of all”
Friendship first of all
Its moto “floats but never sinks”
Was never spoken with a wink
Whatever evil tongues let fall
Evil tongues let fall
Among the captain and the crew
There were no traitors, just friends who
Flew the fine banner that they called
Friendship first of all
They were not born with silver spoons
Or tempted by Gomorrah’s tune
Castor and Pollux never called
No they never called
They were not friends in poetry books
Sometimes they swung a few right hooks
None of their punches hurt at all
Friendship first of all
They were no angels, just kids who
Had never read their Bible through
But got the message one and all
Message one and all
John, Peter, Paul and company
They only knew one litany
It was their creed, their hymn, their call
Friendship first of all
At the first sign of dire straights
The wheel was picked up by the mates
And steered a course to make landfall
Course to make landfall
If anyone was in distress
Or if he sent an SOS
No one ignored the signal call
Friendship first of all
A rendezvous was seldom missed
By anyone on the good list
If someone didn’t make roll call
He was dead, that’s all
And in the sea of time that flows
They never let the waters close
Upon his memory, most of all
He is mourned by all
Although I’ve sailed in lots of boats
There’s only one that stayed afloat
And held its course amid the squall
Course amid the squall
It sailed so gently in the breeze
On the big duck pond past the trees
A ship named Friendship first of all
Friendship first of all
The mighty Friendship first of all
Friendship first of all
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Bad Reputation New York
Pierre de Gaillande was born in Paris, France, raised in California, and lives in New
York.
Currently, Pierre writes songs for and plays guitar in New York bands Open Kimono and Bad Reputation and composes music for film and television.
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