Liedjes over prostitutie

[RAUL7]

(Voor tekst en vertaling svp Picasso1 of Raul7 vragen :D)

Geen probleem !

Hey amigos . . .
Adelante amigos . . .
Vamos vamos mi amor
Me gusta mucho tu sabor
No no no no tu corazón
Mucho mucho tu limón
Dame de tu fruta
Vamos mi amor . . .
Te quiero puta!
Te quiero puta!
Ay que rico

Ay que rico un dos tres
Sí te deseo otra vez
Pero no no no tu corazón
Más más más de tu limón
Querido
Dame de tu fruta
Dame de tu fruta
Vamos mi amor . . .
Te quiero puta!
Te quiero puta!
Ay que rico

Entre tus piernas voy a llorar
Feliz y triste voy a estar
Feliz y triste voy a estar

Más más más por favor
Más más más sí sí señor
Más más más por favor
Más más más sí sí señor
No me tengas miedo
No te voy a comer
Más más más por favor
Más más más sí sí señor
Sí sí señor

Te quiero puta!
Te quiero puta!
Dámelo dámelo
Te quiero puta!



Vertaling!

Dag vrienden...
Vooruit vrienden...
Kom, kom mijn liefste
Ik hou van je smaak
Neen, neen, neen, neen, niet je hart
Ik hou, hou van je limoen
Geef mij je fruit
Kom mijn liefste...
Ik hou van je, hoer!
Ik hou van je, hoer!
Oh, zo goed

Oh zo goed, 1 2 3
Ja, ik wil je nog eens
Maar neen, neen, niet je hart
Meer, meer van je limoen
Lieveling
Geef mij je fruit
Geef mij je fruit
Kom mijn liefste...
Ik hou van je, hoer!
Ik hou van je, hoer!
Oh, zo goed

Tussen je benen ga ik huilen
Ik ga gelukkig en droevig zijn
Ik ga gelukkig en droevig zijn

Meer, meer, meer alstublieft
Meer, meer, meer, ja, ja mijnheer
Meer, meer, meer alstublieft
Meer, meer, meer, ja, ja mijnheer
Wees niet bang van mij
Ik ga je niet opeten
Meer, meer, meer alstublieft
Meer, meer, meer, ja, ja mijnheer
Ja, ja mijnheer

Ik hou van je, hoer!
Ik hou van je, hoer!
Geef het aan mij, geef het aan mij
Ik hou van je, hoer!

[RAUL7]

Muchos gracias, amigo !
Waar heb je dat zo vlug vandaan gehaald !?

Ik denk uit HLN

Picasso zal weer denken dat het uit HLN komt :thefinger!

[RAUL7]

Iron Maiden - Charlotte The Harlot

Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying?
Charlotte you're so refined when you take all the love that they're giving.
Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after?
Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all the laughter?

Charlotte the Harlot show me your legs,
Charlotte the Harlot take me to bed.
Charlotte the Harlot let me see blood,
Charlotte the Harlot let me see love.

Taking so many men to your room, don't you feel no remorse?
You charge them a "fiver", It's only for starters.
And ten for the main course.
And you've got no feelings, they died long ago.
Don't you care who you let in?
And don't you know you're breaking the law with the service you're giving.

Charlotte the Harlot show me your legs,
Charlotte the Harlot take me to bed.
Charlotte the Harlot let me see blood,
Charlotte the Harlot let me see love.

There was a time when you left me standing there,
Picking up pieces of love off the floor.
Well Charlotte you left me alone in there,
To make your ends as a bloody whore.
Well Charlotte you told me you love me true,
Picking up pieces of love yesterday.
Well Charlotte you're draws are off color too
'Cause you're making love all day.

Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying?
Charlotte you're so refined when you take all the love that they're giving.
Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after?
Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all the laughter?

Charlotte the Harlot show me your legs,
Charlotte the Harlot take me to bed.
Charlotte the Harlot let me see blood,
Charlotte the Harlot let me see love.

[sofaking]

Hé, ik merk nu pas dat deze klassieker nog niet in de lijst voorkomt:

Love For Sale : Cole Porter - 1930

When the only sound in the empty street,
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop.
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town.
That her smile becomes a smirk,
I go to work.

Love for sale,
Appetising young love for sale.
Love that's fresh and still unspoiled,
Love that's only slightly soiled,
Love for sale.
Who will buy?
Who would like to sample my supply?
Who's prepared to pay the price,
For a trip to paradise?
Love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love
in their childish way,
I know every type of love
Better far than they.
If you want the thrill of love,
I've been through the mill of love;
Old love, new love
Every love but true love
Love for sale.

Appetising young love for sale.
If you want to buy my wares.
Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale.
Love for sale.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-P9Hc2XOCE

[el gordo]

De belgisch band Vaya Con Dios
zong ook nog een nummer over het oudste beroep

Don't cry for Louie

I gave up all my friends
My girls from out of town
Bought her what she wanted
Yet she let me down
When she sae me crying
She said I had no heart
When my heart was bleeding
She turned around and laughed

Girls don't cry for Louie
Louie wouldn't cry for you
When you walk the streets for Louie
You better do what Louie tells you to

I met Louie on a hazy morning
When the bars were closing down
He said honey I really like your prancing
You and I we'll burn this town

This woman, sir, mislead me
Hurt me in my pride
Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to take her side?
She cheated on me mister
Told me nothing but lies
I just had to teach her
Not to over step the line

Girls don't cry for Louie
He wouldn't waste a tear on you
When you walk the streets for Louie
You ain't walking down no avenue

I met Louie on an early morning
In a sleazy part of town
I was tipsy and feeling kind'a lonely
Louie offered me his arm
He said: you and I we'll burn this town
He said: you and I we'll burn this town

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgUyDhwDFdU


______________________________________________
If something cannot be backed up by figures, it is not science, it is an opinion.

[Zakkenleger]

Lapdances, gogo clubs, whatever, het is prachtig op muziek gezet. Broeierig, ritmisch, synths.

Ayo technology - 50 cent featuring Justin Timberlake

She a workin girl, she workin poles
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she up out the do
She doin her thing, right out on the floor
Her money money, she make it
Look at the way she shaken
Make me wanna touch her, Make me wanna taste her
Have you lustin for her, Go crazy face it
Shes so much more then your used to
Knows just how to move to seduce you
Shes going to do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in your lap until your ready to pop

she's always ready, when you want it, she want it
Like a nympho, the info, Show you were to meet her
On the late night, till day light, the club jumping
If you want a good time she`s gonna give you what you want

Baby, it’s a new age, your like my new craze
Lets get together maybe we can start a new phase
This smokes got the club all hazy
Spotlights don’t do you justice baby
Why don’t you come over here?
You got me saying AYoooo
I’m tired using technology
Why don`t you sit down on top of me?
AYoooo
I’m tired using technology
I need you right in front of me

In her fantasy, its plain to see
Just how it be, on me
Back stroking, sweat soakin, all way threw my scent seats
Whos ready to ride? I’m ready to roll
I’ll be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinkin bout, all the things I do to you
Lets get it poppin shorty, we can switch positions
From the couch, to the counters in my kitchen


Oh She wants it, Oh she wants it, Mm She wants it
I got to give it to her
She wants it, Mm she wants it, Mm She wants it
I got to give it to her
I got to give it to her

[Sphinx]

Niet echt een liedje over dvp's. Meer eentje over de ijsberen. Vond em wel toepasselijk aangezien er de laatste tijd zoveel over kletsberen is geredekaveld:

Men Without Hats - I Like

It makes you wonder just who they really are
They say money is no object and weve got a car
They kidnapped tony where did they go
They went to get it done before he got too old
Theyre incognito, theyre into fame
They think they know it all you know their familys to blame
Isnt it funny, isnt it sad
You come up empty thinking bout the good times that you had

But:
I like, when they talk really loud trying to tell you what they know
I like, when it blows real hard and it doesnt even show

They say: its plain to see, life is not a mystery to me
I say: thats plain as day I hope youve got yours right anyway
They say: its plain to see, life is not a mystery to me
I say: thats plain as day I hope youve got yours right anyway

It makes you wonder bout the things they say
We are never gonna leave, we are never gonna stay
They talk for nothing, they talk for free
They talk behind your back and to youre face theyre really sweet
Check out the language, check out the clothes
Their mother buys them shoes n where she gets them no-one knows
They go to parties to steal the show
By talking really loud n try to tell you what they know

But:
I like, when they talk really loud trying to tell you what they know
I like, when it blows real hard and it doesnt even show

They say: its plain to see, life is not a mystery to me
I say: thats plain as day I hope youve got yours right anyway
They say: its plain to see, life is not a mystery to me
I say: thats plain as day I hope youve got yours right anyway

I like when they talk really loud trying to tell you what they know
Say, I like when it blows real hard and it doesnt even show
Say, I like when they havent seen a thing and try to tell you where to go
Say, I like when they talk really loud trying to tell you what they know

What do they really know?

[RAUL7]

Dikke lul Band - Hoerenlied

Je hebt me belazerd
je lag in zijn bed
nou vond je het lekker
jij vieze slet
ik hoorde je gillen
jij vroeg om meer
dat zou je wel willen
en je ziet hem nooit meer

zeg heb je liggen wippen
zoals je thuis ook doet
heb maar gekneusde lippen
dan voel je het pas goed
zat je achter de ramen
want daar hoor je thuis
je mag geld gaan verdienen
en dan blijf ik in huis
al die vuurrode lampies
ze staan je heel goed

het is een baan voor je leven
wil je niet?
Nou je moet

neen wijfie, dat had je niet verwacht hé
nou als je zo graag wilt neuken
doe het dan ook meteen goed
wat heb je nog commentaar ook
zeg hou eens even lekker je scheur
je mag nu elke man lekker verwennen
en ik, ik sta bij de deur
over een jaartje rijdt pappie in een porchje
nieuwe haartjes, zwembadje
en jij, toe hou nou toch eens op met dat gezeur

je had het kunnen weten
de buurman had ik door
of was je me soms vergeten
nou dan moet je nu maar voort

Je hebt me belazerd
je lag in zijn bed
nou vond je het lekker
jij vieze slet
ik hoorde je gillen
jij vroeg om meer
dat zou je wel willen
en je ziet hem nooit meer

zat je achter de ramen
want daar hoor je thuis
je mag geld gaan verdienen
en dan blijf ik in huis
al die vuurrode lampies
ze staan je heel goed
het is een baan voor je leven
wil je niet, nou je moet

[Cupido]

Dit nummer past er ook in als je met een dvp de tijd doorbrengt en uiteindelijk op de kamer doorbrengt:
Volle versie:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKHwcvIDL9I

Clipversie:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ednO...eature=related

Imagination - Bodytalk

Morning, afternoon, and night
We lay together side by side
Searchin' for lust
Searchin' for breath
Searchin' for the touch of life

No words are spoken
the only sound we hear
is body talk, body talk

The heat of passion is such
a beautiful thing as it overflows
Pleasure grows all the dreams it can bring
Ooh, your lips in my eyes and gentle sighs
With body talk, body talk

Cool and kind, so soft and pure, a touching moment
Heated feelings once explode, but have melted
We were two souls torn apart with bitter ages
Through expression not aggression, we have become one

Body talk, body talk

Cool and kind, so soft and pure, a touching moment
Heated feelings once explode, but have melted
We are two souls torn apart with bitter ages
Through expression not aggression, we have become one

Searchin' for lust
Searchin' for breath
Searchin' for the touch of life

No words are spoken
the only sound we hear
is body talk, body talk, body talk, body talk, body talk

Baa dee daa dee baa ree ree daa
[Body Talk] Ooh Now sugar
[Body Talk] Aah aah aah
[Body Talk] Oh ah
[Body Talk] Baa dee dee daa
[Body Talk] Ooh body to body


Ik moet weer even denken aan Ashanti afgelopen vrijdag. Ik draag het nummer bij deze aan haar op! Als ik dit nummer hoor is de accu weer helemaal opgeladen!

Gr.
Cupido

[sofaking]

Wie herinnert zich deze nog ? :p

Guus kom naar huus want de koeien staan op spring'n
De varkes mutt'n vret'n en 't hooi moet van 't land
Guus kom naar huus want daar 'beuren rare ding'n
Dit kan toch zo niet doorgaan Guus wat is er aan de hand

Guus Utenwaard is een week of wat geled'n
Toen 'ie terugkwam met de trekker na het hooi'n van 't land
Met 'n behoorlijk flinke vaart tegen de koeiestal gered'n
Zien trekker total loss en zien kop in 't verband
Nou kan een boer niet zonder trekker dus 'n nieuwe mos 'r kommen
De schoenendoos werd omgekeerd 't kapitaal geteld
En op zaterdag het Guus de buus naar Rotterdam genommen
En in zien binnenzak had Guus een flinken boerentiet met geld

Guus Utenwaard had zich nooit in 'n stad begeven
Hij kent alleen 't dorp, 't land, de oude boerderij
Zien hejt het vroeger zejt da's waar de wilde wijven leven
Die voor 'n stuuver mit naar boven gaan voor de vrijerij
Daar krieg je grote puusten van want al die wijven uut de steden
Leven daar in zonde en die gaan nooit naar de kerk
Alleen naar grote feesten, orgies en excessen deden
Ja de duvel in de steden het daar flink wat overwerk

Guus kom naar huus want de koeien staan op spring'n
De varkes mutt'n vret'n en 't hooi moet van 't land
Guus kom naar huus want daar 'beuren rare ding'n
Dit kan toch zo niet doorgaan Guus wat is er aan de hand

Guus Utenwaard liep daar constant aan te denk'n
Toen ergens in de binnenstad een struise tot 'm zei
"He ga je mee 'k weet waar ze 'n lekker neutje schenk'n
Daar komen enkelt mensen met manieren zoals jij
Huize Constance geeft je een kans schat kom je lekker mee naar bov'n"
En Guus dacht als pastoor dit wist dan kom ik in de hel
Die blote billen, naakte wieven, Guus die kon 't niet gelov'n
Dat had 'n Utenwaard nog nooit ervaard maar Guus had 't nu wel

Guus kom naar huus want de koeien staan op spring'n
De varkes mutt'n vret'n en 't hooi moet van 't land
Guus kom naar huus want daar 'beuren rare ding'n
Dit kan toch zo niet doorgaan Guus wat is er aan de hand

Guus Utenwaard kreeg de smaak nu goed te pakk'n
Hij kocht geen grote trekker maar 'n snelle Amerikaan
Daar scheurt 'ie mee naar Rotterdam om flink daar door te zakk'n
Met alleen de wilde wijven maar zien koeien laat 'ie staan
't Hele dorp spreekt schande over Utenwaard en zien manier'n
En pastoor zegt "nou die Utenwaard, die komp vast in de hel"
Maar Guus vergat zien boerderij, het land en al zien dier'n
En spendeerde heel zien schoenendoos aan 't wilde wijvenspel

Guus kom naar huus want de koeien staan op spring'n
De varkes mutt'n vret'n en 't hooi moet van 't land
Guus kom naar huus want daar 'beuren rare ding'n
Dit kan toch zo niet doorgaan Guus wat is er aan de hand

Guus kom naar huus want de koeien staan op spring'n
De varkes mutt'n vret'n en 't hooi moet van 't land
Guus kom naar huus want daar 'beuren rare ding'n
Dit kan toch zo niet doorgaan Guus wat is er aan de hand

[el gordo]

Okay, dit is een kleine zijsprong
De dame in kwestie is dan wel geen dvp maar ontdoet zich wel en publiek van haar kleding

Patrica (Chris de Curgh)

Dennis is a menace with his "anyone for tennis?"
And beseeching me to come and keep the score...
And Maud saya "Oh Lord! I'm so terribly bored!"
I really can't stand it anymore...

I'm going out to dinner, with a gorgeous singer,
To a little place I've found down by the quay;
Her name is Patricia, she calls herself Delicia,
And the reason isn't very hard to see...

She says God made her a sinner just to keep fat men thinner,
As they tumble down in heaps before her feet.
They hang around in groups like battle-weary troops,
One can often see them queue right down the street...

You see Patricia, or Delicia, not only is a singer
She also removes all her clothing...
For Patricia is the best stripper in town,

And with a swing of her hips she started to strip,
To tremendous applause she took off her drawers,
And with a lick of her lips she undid all the clips,
Threw it all in the air, and everyone stared,
And as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor,
The police were banging on the door,
On a Saturday night, in nineteen twenty-four...
Take it away boys!
But poor Patricia was arrested and everyone detested,
The manner in which she was exposed,
And later on in court, well, everybody thought
A summer run in jail would be proposed,

But the judge said, "Patricia,
Or may I say, Delicia,
The facts of this case lie before me...
Case dismissed ... this girl was in her working clothes!!"

And with a swing of her hips, she started to strip,
To tremendous applause she took off her drawers,
And with a lick of her lips she undid all her clips,
Threw it all in the air, and everyone stared,
And as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor,
The police were yelling out for more!!!
On a Saturday night in nineteen twenty-four...
On a Saturday night in nineteen twenty-four...



__________________________________________________ ___

If something cannot be backed up by figures, it is not science, it is an opinion.

[el gordo]

Okay, dit is een kleine zijsprong
De dame in kwestie is dan wel geen dvp maar ontdoet zich wel en publiek van haar kleding

Patrica (Chris de Burgh)

Dennis is a menace with his "anyone for tennis?"
And beseeching me to come and keep the score...
And Maud saya "Oh Lord! I'm so terribly bored!"
I really can't stand it anymore...

I'm going out to dinner, with a gorgeous singer,
To a little place I've found down by the quay;
Her name is Patricia, she calls herself Delicia,
And the reason isn't very hard to see...

She says God made her a sinner just to keep fat men thinner,
As they tumble down in heaps before her feet.
They hang around in groups like battle-weary troops,
One can often see them queue right down the street...

You see Patricia, or Delicia, not only is a singer
She also removes all her clothing...
For Patricia is the best stripper in town,

And with a swing of her hips she started to strip,
To tremendous applause she took off her drawers,
And with a lick of her lips she undid all the clips,
Threw it all in the air, and everyone stared,
And as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor,
The police were banging on the door,
On a Saturday night, in nineteen twenty-four...
Take it away boys!
But poor Patricia was arrested and everyone detested,
The manner in which she was exposed,
And later on in court, well, everybody thought
A summer run in jail would be proposed,

But the judge said, "Patricia,
Or may I say, Delicia,
The facts of this case lie before me...
Case dismissed ... this girl was in her working clothes!!"

And with a swing of her hips, she started to strip,
To tremendous applause she took off her drawers,
And with a lick of her lips she undid all her clips,
Threw it all in the air, and everyone stared,
And as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor,
The police were yelling out for more!!!
On a Saturday night in nineteen twenty-four...
On a Saturday night in nineteen twenty-four...



__________________________________________________ ___

If something cannot be backed up by figures, it is not science, it is an opinion

[Local Hero]

Er zijn een paar dingen die opvallen: op het eerste zicht gaat het over een man die sex heeft met een prostitué in een Reno hotel kamer. Het eerst gedeelte van de song is duidelijk herkenbaar, maar dan verandert de toon met de regel: "My eyes drifted out the window and down to the road below". Dit wordt pijnlijk duidelijk in "Sunlight on the Amatitlan...we rode with the vaqueros...sunlight streaming through your hair": de protagonist is aan het dagdromen over een andere vrouw, misschien zijn vrouw of vriendin. Misschien is die vrouw waarover hij in gedachten in verzonken wel dood of is hun liefde doodgebloed ...

Dan terug naar de hotelkamer, beiden toasten met een whiskey en de dame van plezier feliciteert de protagonist met de 'best you ever had'. Maar de man denk er het zijne van ...

De grote vraag is: is de kunst van het liefdespel en het beleven van bevredigende sexuele ervaring niet altijd een soort balans tussen het fysieke en het mentale/emotionele? In mijn persoonlijke ervaring is de raamprostitutie en privé ergens wel vergelijkbaar met deze situatie. Maar in de saunaclub krijg je wel echt een geheel ander gevoel, dan vergeet je volledig alle zorgen, dat zijn soms echte kosmische ervarigen

Commentaar van Springsteen zelf over de song:
"He's in this room with this proxy because he couldn't handle the real thing,". "The physicality, the sexual content of the song was important, because casual sex is kind of closing the book of you. It's ecstasy, and it's release. Sex with somebody you love is opening the book of you, which is always a risky and frightening read."


Bruce Springsteen, Reno

She took off her stockings, I held them to my face
She had your ankles, I felt filled with grace
"Two hundred dollars straight in,
Two-fifty up the ass," she smiled and said
She unbuckled my belt, pulled back her hair
And sat in front of me on the bed
She said, "Honey how's that feel, do you want me to go slow?"
My eyes drifted out the window, down to the road below

I felt my stomach tighten, the sun bloodied the sky
And sliced through the hotel blinds, I closed my eyes
Sunlight on the Amatitlan*, sunlight streaming thru your hair
In the Valle de dos Rios*, smell of mock orange filled the air
We rode with the vaqueros*, down into cool rivers of green
I was sure the work and that smile coming out 'neath your hat
Was all I'd ever need
Somehow all you ever need's, never really quite enough you know
You and I, Maria, we learned it's so

She slipped me out of her mouth, "You're ready," she said
She took off her bra and panties, wet her finger, slipped it inside her
And crawled over me on the bed,
She poured me another whisky,
Said, "Here's to the best you ever had."
We laughed and made a toast
It wasn't the best I ever had
Not even close

* Amatitlan: Central Mexican river
* Valle de doe Rios: Valley of Two Rivers
* Vaqueros: Cowboys

Reno is een stad in het westen van Nevada nabij Lake Tahoe in het Sierrra Nevada gebergte. Reno staat bekend als een van de gok en prostitutie hoofdsteden in de US of A. Het is in reputatie vergelijkbaar met Las Vegas. De toeristen gaan naar Vegas, maar de echte gokkers en plezierzoekers zijn meer geneigd om naar Reno to gaan.

[Zakkenleger]

I wanna love you - Akon featuring Snoop Dogg

'...I see you winding and grinding, up on that pole, you already know, I wanna fuck you, you already know...'

Veel gedraaid in gogo's in Pattaya (met paaldanseressen, dus), en oh my Buddha, I want to go baaaaaack!!!!

[el gordo]

Ook Paul Simon bracht nog wel eens een bezoekje
aan de dames op 7th Avenue, zoals hij zelf zingt in

The Boxer


I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest (hmmmm....mmmm......)

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers.....
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
(La la la la li...)

Seeking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job, but I get no offers.....
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there (li la la, la, la la)
Then I'm laying of my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home
Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes, he still remains........................

(Li la li... li la la la li la li.. etc.)

[Local Hero]

Ik moet denken aan die mooie toer die Sonny en Extince deze week gaan beginnen. Dan gaan mijn gedachten automatisch naar Springsteens Darlington County. De protagonist en zijn buddy ontvluchten de grote stad richting zuiden op zoek naar werk, vrouwen en vrijheid. Na een paar escapades staat de verteller op het punt de stad te verlaten als hij door een mystieke ervaring wordt verlost: zijn buddy is met handboeien vastgemaakt aan een politiewagen ... Natuurlijk is dat geen mystieke ervaring, maar gewoon alle illusies over de vrijheid on the road die worden verbrijzeld door de bittere realiteit. Soms moet je gewoon je limieten kennen (spatie) ... (spatie)

Wat deze song zo charmant en absurd maakt is niet de story line maar het gevoel van ironie en onschuld van deze guys :D. Vooral de 2de vers is perfect, wie zou in de club niet graag tegen een dame van plezier zeggen:

Hey little girl standing on the corner
Today's your lucky day for sure all right
Me and my buddy we're from New York City
We got $200 we want to rock all night
Girl you're looking at two big spenders
Why the world don't know what me and Wayne might do
Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centers
For a kiss and a smile I'll give mine all to you
Come on baby take a seat on my fender
It's a long night and tell me what else were you gonna do
Just me and you, we could sha la la la la la la

Dan moet ik denken aan Ace2, de grote humorist (ook al zou je die blijkbaar in het echt beter niet tegenkomen ...) en vooral aan Dalton, die oude snoeper die je love to love. Als je met zo'n houding van UFO-testpiloot door de club kan stappen ...


DARLINGTON COUNTY

Driving in to Darlington County
Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July
Driving in to Darlington County
Looking for some work on the county line
We drove down from New York City
Where the girls are pretty but they just want to know your name
Driving in to Darlington City
Got a union connection with an uncle of Wayne's
We drove eight hundred miles without seeing a cop
We got rock and roll music blasting off the T-top, singing

Sha la la la la la la

Hey little girl standing on the corner
Today's your lucky day for sure all right
Me and my buddy we're from New York City
We got $200 we want to rock all night
Girl you're looking at two big spenders
Why the world don't know what me and Wayne might do
Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centers
For a kiss and a smile I'll give mine all to you
Come on baby take a seat on my fender
It's a long night and tell me what else were you gonna do
Just me and you, we could

Sha la la la la la la

Little girl sitting in the window
Ain't seen my buddy in seven days
County man tells me the same thing
He don't work and he don't get paid
Little girl you're so young and pretty
Walk with me and you can have your way
And we'll leave this Darlington City
For a ride down that Dixie Highway

Driving out of Darlington County
My eyes seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
Driving out of Darlington County
Seen Wayne handcuffed to the bumper of a state trooper's Ford

Sha la la la la la la

[Picasso 1]

http://www.imeem.com/people/I6J6JD/m...pussy-control/

[Local Hero]

Walk on the Wild side - Lou Reed
Deze song lijkt te gaan over transseksuelen die naar NY komen. Blijkbaar zitten ze ook in de prostitutie. Een mogelijke interpretatie is dat "Take a walk on the wild side" het code-woord is dat ze zeggen tegen mogelijke klanten :D

Holly came from miami f.l.a.
Hitch-hiked her way across the u.s.a.

Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her leg and then he was a she
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

Candy came from out on the island
In the backroom she was everybodys darling

But she never lost her head
Even when she was given head
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls go

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Little joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay

A hustle here and a hustle there
New york city is the place where they said
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said hey joe, take a walk on the wild side

Sugar plum fairy came and hit the streets
Lookin for soul food and a place to eat

Went to the apollo
You should have seen him go go go
They said, hey sugar, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
All right, huh

Jackie is just speeding away
Thought she was james dean for a day

Then I guess she had to crash
Valium would have helped that dash
She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls say

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

[rplover]

Katastroof, die kunnen er ook wat van. Maar 't zijn Lokale Helden, geen Lokale Zelden

Hoerekotje
in een hoerekotje aan de havenkant
hemme kik mijn bloem verloren
in een hoerekotje aan den havenkant
speelde kik mijn bloemeke kwijt

en ons moeder die had mij alt' verteld
ga nooit naar de slechte vrouwen
want ze zitten alleen mor achter oe geld
en ze zijn voor geen haar te betrouwen


maar ze pinkte zo lief en ze lachte zo blij
en ze klopte oep heur ruitje
en ze houde heur deureke open voor mij
en ze voelde eens aan mijn... snuitje

ze zei mijne prijs dien is 1000 frang
en da mutte gij eerst betalen
en schiet dan oe frakske, oe broekske mor uit
en zet hier mor oe sandalen


maar heur kleren die vielen amper oep de grond
en weg was die idylle
want heur beursten die hongen tot oep heuren buik
en heuren buik dien hong tussen heur billen

ik zie: madammeke 't is een abuus
ik kwam hier alleen iet drinken
mor ze zei: meneer gene flauwe kul
ga liggen of het gaat hier stinken


drij minuten later stoeng ik oep de straat
met mijn broek nog in mijn handen
mijnen brief van duzend was erdoor gedraaid
en da vonkik een echte schande

en kome kik nog ooit aan den havenkant
mijnen kostbaren tijd verdrijven
dan gaan ik er alleen nog nor de boten zien
mor nooit ni meer nor de wijven

Een bus vol Hollanders (wat anders dan een bus Poolse Meiden)


De man is minderwaardig

erpee - grootste afvalproducent van België

[Local Hero]

Het verhaal is slechts een serie van vluchtige vignetten, snapshots van karakters. Er is een jong paar in liefde met elkaar en met hun onbezonnen en gevaarlijke plannen zetten ze groot in. Er is een hoertje met het hart van steen en de man die probeert om haar weg te nemen van alles. En er is de jazzman die commentaar geeft op dit alles als een alwetende verteller. Bruce schets ze in miniatuur en laat ons gissen hoe hun verhalen zal aflopen ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFsPa...eature=related

Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks, sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact, and she falls so softly beneath him
Jackie's heels are stacked, Billy's got cleats on his boots
Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot,
It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute, it's a mad dog's promenade,
So walk tall
Baby don't walk at all

Fish lady, oh fish lady, fish lady, she baits them tenement walls
She won't take cornerboys, ain't got no money, and they're so easy,
I said, "Hey baby won't you take my hand, walk with me down Broadway,
Whoa Mama take my arm and move with me down Broadway yeah
I'm a young man and I'm talkin' real loud, yeah, baby walk it real proud for you
So shake it away, so shake away your street life, shake away your city life,
And hook up to the train, oh hook up to the night train
Hook it up, hook up to the, hook up to the train,
But I know that she won't take the train
No she won't take the train
Oh she won't take the train
Oh she won't take the train
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down,
And when she turns this boy'll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on
Walk on

Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, ah play me a serenade
Any deeper blue, you'll be playin' in your grave
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy,
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy,
Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man, ah listen to your junk man,
Listen to your junk man, oh listen to your junk man,
He's singin' (singin')
He's singin' (singin')
He's singin' (singin')
All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley

Singin'
Singin'
Singin'
Singin'...
Oh yeah
Ooh ooh ooh...
Oh Yeah
Watch out for you junk man, watch out for your junk man,
Watch out for your junk man...

[Saruman]

Lyrics by Mark Knopfler
Zeer to the point, vanuit het standpunt van de DVP.
Denk hier maar eens over na.


All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don't look at their faces
And you don't ask their names
You don't think of them as human
You don't think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall

I'm your private dancer
A dancer for money
I'll do what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer
A dancer money
Any old music will do

I wanna make a million dollars
I wanna live out by the sea
Have a husband and some children
Yeah, I guess I want a family
All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don't look at their faces
And you don't ask their names


Deutschmarks or dollars
American Express will nicely...Thank You!
Let me loosen up your collar
Tell me do you wanna see me do the shimmy again

[Saruman]

Sally, you opened out your arms to all those young men.
And girl you had room,
for every one of them.

You're the only girl.
Who are the only girl on Barry and Third
Sure as hell,
you're the only one who cares.

So put your hands together for Sally.
She saved all those young men.
Put your hands together for Sally.
She the one who cared for them.

She's doing our dirty work.
She's the only one who can.
Doing our dirty work, thirsty world,
one angry day in New York.

Take a look at Dave he was once seventeen,
Zoot suit and shiny shoes.
He ran around town and threw his metholated laughter.
Most of his memories drowned.

But he remembers what his mother used to shout.
She used to shout,
"One day, surely son,
the street are gonna tire you out."

So put your hands together for Sally.
She's the one who cared for him.
Put your hands together for Sally.
She was there when his luck was running thin.

She's doing our dirty work.
She's the only one who can.
Doing our dirty work, thirsty world,
one angry day in New York.

Tommy had a wife and family,
but the needle came between the love and the hard times.
Thank God for Sally,
she was there through the misery.

Just a place to lay his head.
Just about better off than dead.

She's doing our dirty work.
She's the only one who can.
Doing our dirty work, thirsty world,
one angry day...

Vince, came up from the country.
Couldn't even find himself a room.
Thinking about his babies.
They're further away than the moon.

With no money but his pride in his pocket.
There's really no way he can go home.
There's a picture of his woman in his locket.
Most of all he doesn't want to be alone.

So put your hands together for Sally.
She's the one who cared for him.
Put your hands together for Sally.
She was there when his luck was running thin.

She's doing our dirty work.
She's the only one who can.
Doing our dirty work, thirsty world,
one angry day in New York.

[Saruman]

Jezebel wasn't born with a silver spoon in her mouth
She probably had less than every one of us
But when she knew how to walk she knew
How to bring the house down
Can't blame her for her beauty
She wins with her hands down

Jezebel, what a belle
Looks like a princess in her new dress
How did you get that?
Do you really want to know she said
It would seem she's on her way
It's more, more than just a dream
She put on her stockings and shoes
Had nothing to lose - she said it was worth it

Reach for the top
And the sun is gonna shine
Every winter was a war she said
I want to get what's mine

Jezebel, jezebel
Won't try to deny where she came from
You can see it in her pride
And the raven in her eyes
Try show her a better way
She'll say you don't know what you've been missing
And by the time she blinks you know she won't be listening

Reach for the top she said
And the sun is gonna shine
Every winter was a war she said
I want to get what's mine

[Zakkenleger]

Ballade van de vriendinnen van één nacht (Boudewijn de Groot / tekst: Lennaert Nijgh)

Wel ben ik liever thuis dan in een kroeg,
maar thuis sluipt 's nachts de stilte om me heen
en denken over jou deed ik genoeg,
dus blijf ik dan maar liever op de been,
want slapen gaat allang niet meer alleen.
Alleen is maar alleen, ik ken de stad,
wanneer ik eenmaal lastig ben en zat
is ieder lichaam even warm en zacht
en helpt vergeten wat ik eenmaal had.
Zo ken ik mijn vriendinnen van één nacht.
Wanneer de dag komt zie ik pas mijn prooi;
daar naast me slaapt een onbekend gezicht
en is ze 's morgens vroeg niet meer zo mooi
als gisteravond met dat roze licht,
dan doe ik maar weer gauw mijn ogen dicht.
Het was misschien wel fijn voor deze keer,
ik ga en kom na deze nacht nooit weer
en als ze mij ontmoet en vragend lacht,
dan denk ik: wie ben jij nu ook al weer?
Zo ken ik mijn vriendinnen van één nacht.

Soms droom ik half dat ik weer iets herken:
een geur van haar, een lach waar ik van hou,
maar al te goed weet ik dan waar ik ben,
hier lig ik met een vreemde blote vrouw
en niemand op de wereld lijkt op jou.
Maar blijf ik 's avonds thuis, dan wordt het stil,
die kamers vol van toen, ze zijn zo kil,
ik vlucht de stad in en ga weer op pad
en breng mezelf opnieuw waar ik niet wil.
Zo ken ik mijn vriendinnen van één nacht.

Envooi
Prinsesjes lief, als iemand jullie kwetst,
of sletten noemt, of over zeden zwetst,
laat hem een ziekte krijgen vol venijn,
we sliepen met elkaar en dat was fijn
en daarom heb ik niemand ooit veracht,
maar ik zal jullie altijd dankbaar zijn.
Zo ben ik, mijn vriendinnen van één nacht.

[Goedemorgenallemaal]

Oudje, diensttijd, Vierdaagse van Nijmegen, 1986.

Walking down Canal Street, looking for a score
God damn, son of a bitch, i couldn't find a whore.

I finally found a whore, but she was rather thin,
God damn, son of a bitch, i couldn't get it in.

I finally got it in, played it all around,
God damn, son of a bitch, i couldn't get it out.

I finally got it out, it was red and sore,
The moral of the story is NEVER FUCK A WHORE.

Umm, never watte???