1. |
Back to the Jungle
03:56
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2. |
Remonter la Côte
02:46
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J’arrête de m’en faire
J’en prend, j’en laisse
J’peux pas toujours plaire
Des fois c’est juste des paroles en l’air
Faut que j’commence à m’y faire
J’fait à ma manière
J’reste à l’écoute sans devenir amer
Des fois c’est juste des p’tits commentaires
Que j’avale de travers
Si l’malheur des uns
Fait l’bonheur des autres
J’dois en rendre une gang heureux
À essayer de remonter la côte
J’ai encore d’la misère
Quand l’ton lève, d’apprendre à me taire
Quand monte le stress, de redescendre sur terre
De me mêler de mes affaires
Laisse toi pas distraire
Par mon absence, je retiens ça de mon père
Mes habitude de loup solitaire
Qui surveille ses arrières
Si l’malheur des uns
Fait l’bonheur des autres
J’dois en rendre une gang heureux
À essayer de remonter la côte
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3. |
Voodoo
03:10
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4. |
Big Bad Bill
04:00
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In the town of Louisville
lived a man they call Big Bad Bill
I want to tell ya, he sure was tough
He certainly did strut that stuff
He had folks scared to death
When he walked by they all held their breath
He was a fighting man, well sure enough
Now Bill got himself a wife, just to lead a different life...
Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now
Married life has changed him somehow
He's the one they all used to fear
Now the people call him Sweet Papa, Willie Dear
Stronger than Samson, I declare
'Til my sister Delilah bobbed his hair
Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore
He's washing dishes, he mops up the floor
He used to spend his evenings looking for a fight
Now he's gotta see his mama every night
Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now
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5. |
Dixieland Doin's
02:31
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6. |
I've Got What it Takes
03:06
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I've got what it takes
But it breaks my heart to give it away
It's in demand,
They want it every day!
I've been saving up for a long, long time
To give it away would be more than a crime
Your eyes may roll, your teeth may grit,
But none of my money will you get
You can look at my bank book
But I'll never let you feel my purse
Keep your hands away baby,
I believe in safety first
You may want my money,
Here's the plan
I've been saving up with my girlfriend Angie
I've got what it takes
But it breaks my heart to give it away
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7. |
The Head Hunter's Dream
03:32
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8. |
Wild Man Blues
03:08
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9. |
Somebody Stole My Gal
03:12
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Somebody stole my gal
Somebody stole my belle
Somebody came and took her away,
She didn't even say she was leavin'
Her kisses I miss so
He's getting them I know
Oh Gee!
I know that she
was mean to me,
I’m broken hearted
I’m just a broken hearted pal,
somebody stole my gal
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10. |
Bombay
03:31
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11. |
Hummin' to Myself
03:56
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I've got the words
I've got the tune
I've been rehearsing under the moon
But I've got nobody to hear my song
So I'm hummin' to myself
I've got the place
I've got the time
I've got a lot of love words that rhyme
But I've got nobody to hear my song
So I'm hummin' to myself
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
I guess it just had to be
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Won't somebody listen to me?
I've got the words and I've got the tune
I'd like to croon it under the moon
But I've got nobody to hear my song
So I’m hummin’ to myself
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12. |
Stuttering Blues
02:46
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13. |
Ma Blonde de Memphis
03:30
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J’ai perdu ma blonde de Memphis
Elle est partie en Caroline
Je l’sait avec qui elle est partie
Avec mon meilleur ami
J’ai pas d’argent pour prendre le train
Maintenant elle doit être rendu loin
J’l’aimais bien ma blonde de Memphis
J’ai jamais été aussi triste
Dis moi, pourquoi t’es partie
Pourquoi, avec mon meilleur ami
J’trouverais jamais une autres fille
Qui va lui arriver à la cheville
J’l’aimais bien ma blonde de Memphis
J’ai jamais été aussi triste
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14. |
Smoke Rings
03:19
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Where do they go,
The smoke rings I blow each night?
what do they do,
Those circles of blue and white?
Why do they seem to picture a dream above?
Why do they fade my phantom parade of love?
Puff, puff, puff
Puff your cares away
Puff, puff, puff
Night and day
Blow, blow them into air
Silky little rings
Blow, blow them everywhere
Give your troubles wings
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15. |
Careless Love
03:21
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Oh love, oh love, oh, loveless love
Has set our hearts to gold-less gold
From milk-less milk and silk-less silk
We are growing used to soul-less souls
Such grafting times we never saw
That's why we have a pure full law
In everything we find a flaw
Even love, even love, oh, loveless love
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Les Royal Pickles Montreal, Québec
The Royal Pickles are a staple of the Montreal Jazz and Swing scene. Over the past decade, they have built a repertoire rich in history, as well as original compositions inspired by the New Orleans Hot Jazz pioneers of the 1920s and 1930s. The vibrant energy of the Royal Pickles has made them an essential part of Montreal nightlife, festivals and dance competitions alike. ... more
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