Liedjes over hoeren. Zijn die er wel?

THC - Zoveel ho's

Maar Taylor.. nee, daar wil ik niet aan.

Het wachten is op een liedje over Paris Hilton.

Bruce Springsteen - Reno

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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.

En Candy's room, ook van Bruce Springsteen (tenminste, die associatie leg ik )

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In Candy's room there are pictures of her heroes on the wall
but to get to Candy's room you gotta walk the darkness of Candy's hall
Strangers from the city call my baby's number and they bring her toys
When I come knocking she smiles pretty she knows I wanna be Candy's boy
There's a sadness hidden in that pretty face
A sadness all her own from which no man can keep Candy safe

We kiss, my heart's rushes to my brain
The blood rushes in my veins fire rushes towards the sky
We go driving driving deep into the night
I go driving deep into the light in Candy's eyes

She says baby if you wanna be wild
you got a lot to learn, close your eyes
Let them melt, let them fire, let them burn
Cause in the darkness there'll be hidden worlds that shine
When I hold Candy close she makes these hidden worlds mine

She has fancy clothes and diamond rings
She has men who give her anything she wants but they don't see
That what she wants is me,
oh and I want her so
I'll never let her go, no no no
She knows that I'd give
all that I got to give
All that I want all that I live
to make Candy mine
Tonight

Indrukwekkend mooi..

Dat kun je aan 'The Boss' wel overlaten.

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Op maandag 17 oktober 2005 22:48 schreef Stanley_Climbfall het volgende:
Indrukwekkend mooi..

Dat kun je aan 'The Boss' wel overlaten.

Woei!

Lijkt mij ook ja

Gaat "Jessie" van Joshua Kadison niet ook over een hoertje?

Volgens mij niet. Is in ieder geval niet uit de tekst te halen. Gewoon een meisje wat m aan t lijntje houd als je het mij vraagt.


Jesse
From a phone booth in Vegas, Jesse calls at five am,
to tell me how shes tired, of all of them.
She says, Baby Ive been thinkin bout a trailer by the sea.
We could goto Mexico, you, the cat, and me.
Well drink Taquilla, and look for seashells, now doesnt that sound sweet?
Oh Jesse, you always do this, everytime I get back on my feet.
Oh Jesse, paint you pictures, bout how its gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about, our little trailer by the sea.
Oh Jesse, you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh Jesse, you can always sell any dream to me.
She asked me the cats been, I said, Moses, hes just fine.
But used to think about you, all of the time.
We finally took your pictures, down from off the wall.
Oh Jesse, how do you always seem to know just when to call?.
She says, Get your sutff together, bring Moses and drive real fast.
And I listened to her promise, I swear to God this time its gonna last.
Oh Jesse, paint you pictures, bout how its gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about, our little trailer by the sea.
Oh Jesse, you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh Jesse, you can always sell any dream to me.
Ill love in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm, white sand.
And who know, maybe this time, things wil turn out just the way you planned.
Oh Jesse, paint you pictures, bout how its gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about, our little trailer by the sea.
Oh Jesse, you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh Jesse, you can always sell any dream to me.

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Op maandag 17 oktober 2005 23:16 schreef Curchulain het volgende:
Gaat "Jessie" van Joshua Kadison niet ook over een hoertje?

Als je Sarah Jessica Parker een hoertje wil noemen.

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Op dinsdag 18 oktober 2005 15:48 schreef dwerg het volgende:

[..]

Als je Sarah Jessica Parker een hoertje wil noemen.

Nou, dat niet direct maar als Joshua het heeft over iemand die om vijf uur 's ochtends vanuit een telefooncel in Las Vegas belt, en dat haar dromen nooit vrij/gratis zijn kan je aan het twijfelen slaan.

Een golddigger op zijn hoogst dan denk ik

Frank van etten - Waar ze voor leeft, en een beetje van leef als een zigeuner: Ze leefde van liefde
Van lol en al looi

Motorhead - Whorehouse Blues

Jessie heb ik nooit zo bekeken.. schitterende tekst wel natuurlijk!

Candy van Iggy Pop & Kate Pierson


It’s a rainy afternoon
In 1990
The big city geez it’s been 20 years-
Candy-you were so fine

Beautiful beautiful
Girl from the north
You burned my heart
With a flickering torch
I had a dream that no one else could see
You gave me love for free <------

Candy, candy , candy I can’t let you go
All my life you’re haunting me
I loved you so

Candy, candy , candy I can’t let you go
Life is crazy
Candy baby

Yeah, well it hurt me real bad when you left
I’m glad you got out
But I miss you
I’ve had a hole in my heart
For so long
I’ve learned to fake it and
Just smile along

Down on the street <----
Those men are all the same
I need a love
Not games
Not games

Candy, candy, candy I can’t let you go
All my life you’re haunting me
I loved you so
Candy, candy , candy I can’t let you go
Life is crazy
I know baby
Candy baby

Uou uou uou
Candy, candy, candy I can’t let you go
All my life you’re haunting me
I loved you so

Candy candy candy
Life is crazy
Candy baby

Candy baby,
Candy, candy

Genesis - Mama (ik had het zelf nooit door totdat ik hoorde dat Phil Collins het zelf had gezegd)

I can't see you mama
but I can hardly wait
ooh to touch and to feel you mama
oh I just can't keep away
in the heat and the steam of the city
oh its got me running and I just can't brake
so say you'll help me mama
cos its getting so hard

Now I can't keep you mama
but I know you're always there
you listen, you teach me mama
and I know inside you care
so get down, down here beside me
oh you ain't going nowhere
no I won't hurt you mama
but its getting so hard

Can't you see me here mama
mama mama mama please
can't you feel my heart
can't you feel my heart
can't you feel my heart oh
now listen to me mama
mama mama
you're taking away my last chance
don't take it away
can't you feel my heart?

It's hot, too hot for me mama
but I can hardly wait
my eyes they're burning mama
and I can feel my body shake
don't stop, don't stop me mama
oh make the pain, make it go away
no I won't hurt you mama
but its getting so hard

Now I can't see you mama
but I know you're always there
you taunt, you tease me mama
but I never never can keep away
it's the heat and the steam of the city
oh got me running and I just can't brake
so stay don't leave me mama
cos its getting so hard

Strippers van Body Count

Gaat Mama van Genesis over een hoer? Dat is toch een favoriet moederdagliedje.. haha

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Op woensdag 9 november 2005 14:34 schreef Stanley_Climbfall het volgende:
Gaat Mama van Genesis over een hoer? Dat is toch een favoriet moederdagliedje.. haha

Ik kan het niet geloven hoor..

The Kinks - Lola

quote:

I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola [LP version: Coca-Cola]
See-oh-el-aye cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
El-oh-el-aye Lola la-la-la-la Lola

Well I'm not the world's most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola

Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said dear boy won't you come home with me
Well I'm not the world's most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me

Well that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
La-la-la-la Lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola
La-la-la-la Lola

Well I left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said dear boy I'm gonna make you a man

Well I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola
Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola

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Op maandag 17 oktober 2005 23:16 schreef Curchulain het volgende:
Gaat "Jessie" van Joshua Kadison niet ook over een hoertje?

Euh.. nou: onlangs in Idols was er nog iemand die beweerde dat het over "Jessie op de fiets" ging!



Velvet Underground - Sweet Jane
Standing on the corner,
suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest,
And me I'm in a rock'n'roll band Hah!
Ridin' in a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim
You know, those were different times!
Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse
And those ladies, they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane! Whoa! Sweet Jane, oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!

I'll tell you something
Jack, he is a banker
And Jane, she is a clerk
Both of them save their monies, ha
And when, when they come home from work
Oh, Sittin' down by the fire, oh!
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"
All you protest kids
You can hear Jack say, get ready, ah

Sweet Jane! Come on baby! Sweet Jane! Oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!

Some people, they like to go out dancing
And other peoples, they have to work, Just watch me now!
And there's even some evil mothers
Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt
Y'know that, women, never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes, woo!
And that, y'know, children are the only ones who blush!
And that, life is just to die!
And, everyone who ever had a heart
They wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
Oh wouldn't turn around and hate it!

Sweet Jane! Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!

Heavenly wine and roses
Seems to whisper to her when he smiles
Heavenly wine and roses
Seems to whisper to her when she smiles
La lala lala la, la lala lala la
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane


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Jiskefet - Haar in mijn glas

Deep Purple (The House of Blue Light, 1987) - Mitzi Dupree

Mitzi Dupree

Flying to salt lake city
seats 3a and b
I was down and needed a window
but in 3a sat mitzi dupree
she said "hi I am mitzi
the queen of the ping pong
where you going boy?"
I said "nowhere"
she said "I'm movIng on"
I thought "what is this
I cannot resist
here she is
and I've always wanted a girl
with a name
a name like mitzi dupree!"

she said "what do you do?"
I said "I'm a singer in a band"
she said "ya I'm an entertainer"
reached out and took my hand
she was going to a mining town
way up north to do her show
I said "it must be cold up there"
she said "depends on who you know"
oh that look in her eye
I can tell you no lies
I'm just a man
she made me feel like a king in my mind
I love you mitzi dupree

I said "what is this queen of the ping pong business?"
she smiled "what do you think
it has no connection with china"
I said "oow have another drink"
well I knew right away
that I'd seen her act before
in a room behind a kitchen in bangkok
and three or four times more in singapore
she may not be the first
but I know she ain't the worst
she was mine but I ran out of time
I miss you I love you mitzi dupree
my darling mitzi dupree

Christmas card from a hooker in Minneapolis - Tom Waits

hey Charley I'm pregnant
and living on 9-th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off cuclid avenue
and I stopped taking dope
and I quit drinking whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track.

and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday nite.

and hey Charley I think about you
everytime I pass a fillin' station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
how do you like that?

hey Charley I almost went crazy
after mario got busted
so I went back to omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone I used to know
was either dead or in prison
so I came back in minneapolis
this time I think I'm gonna stay.

hey Charley I think I'm happy
for the first time since my accident
and I wish I had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
and I wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different car
every day dependin on how
I feel.

hey Charley
for chrissakes
do you want to know
the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
he don't play the trombone
and I need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
come valentines day.

Jeanny - Falco

Jeanny, komm, come on
Steh auf - bitte, du wirst ganz naß
Schon spät, komm - wir müssen weg hier,
raus aus dem Wald, verstehst du nicht?
Wo ist dein Schuh, du hast ihn verloren,
als ich dir den Weg zeigen mußte
Wer hat verloren? Du dich?
Ich mich? Oder, oder wir uns?

Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams
Jeanny, life is not what it seems
Such a lonely little girl in a cold, cold world
There's someone who needs you
Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams
Jeanny, life is not what it seems
You're lost in the night, don't wanna struggle and fight
There's someone, who needs you, babe

Es ist kalt, wir müssen weg hier, komm
Dein Lippenstift ist erwischt
Du hast ihn gekauft und ich habe es gesehen
Zuviel rot auf deinen Lippen und du hast gesagt:
"Mach mich nicht an"
Aber du warst durchschaut, Augen sagen mehr als Worte
Du brauchst mich doch, hmh?
Alle wissen, daß wir zusammen sind ab heute,
jetzt hör ich sie! Sie kommen
Sie kommen, dich zu holen
Sie werden dich nicht finden
Niemand wird dich finden, du bist bei mir

Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams
Jeanny, life is not what it seems
Such a lonely little girl in a cold, cold world
There's someone who needs you
Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams
Jeanny, life is not what it seems
You're lost in the night, don't wanna struggle and fight
There's someone, who needs you

Newsflash: In den letzten Monaten
ist die Zahl der vermißten Personen
dramatisch angestiegen. Die jüngste
Veröffentlichung der lokalen
Polizeibehörde berichtet von einem
weiteren tragischen Fall. Es handelt
sich um ein neunzehnjähriges
Mädchen, das zuletzt vor vierzehn
Tagen gesehen wurde. Die Polizei
schließt die Möglichkeit nicht aus, daß
es sich hier um ein Verbrechen handelt.

Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams
Jeanny, life is not what it seems
Such a lonely little girl in a cold, cold world
There's someone who needs you
Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams
Jeanny, life is not what it seems
You're lost in the night, don't wanna struggle and fight
There's someone, who needs you

Sally - Sade

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
on bowery and third
Sure as hell you're the one
who cared

So put your hands together for sally
She saved all those young men
Put your hands together for sally
She's the one who cared for them

She's doing our dirty work
She's the only one who cares
Doing our dirty work
Thirsty world one angry day, in new york

Take a look at dave he was once seventeen
Zoot suit and shinny shoes
He ran around town
and through his methylated laughter
Most of his memories drowned
But he remembers what his mommy use to shout
She used to shout
One day surely son
The streets 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 cares
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 cares
Doing our dirty work
Thirsty world, one angry dame

Vince came up from the country
Couldn't even find himself a room
Thinking about his babies
That's 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 cares
Doing our dirty work
Thirsty world, one angry day, in new york

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Op donderdag 8 december 2005 22:52 schreef Stanley_Climbfall het volgende:

[..]

Ik kan het niet geloven hoor..

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This is about a young man obsessed with a prostitute who is not interested in him. He has an Oedipal fixation on her, and insists on calling her "Mama." It's based on a book Collins read called The Moon's A Balloon, by David Niven. In the book, a young man falls in love with an older prostitute who does not return his affections.

tis echt zo

Dikke Lul Band - Bij de hoeren

The Who - Pictures of Lily

Was Whole lotta rosie van AC/DC al genoemd? Moest ik meteen aan denken. Was volgens mij Bonn Scott's favoriete hoer.

enne, zijn de amerikaanse showgirls ook hoeren?

Vanilla Queen
From the Albums:
* Moontan
* Golden Earring Live
* The naked truth

Fascinating lady, snowflake in the sun
You make me feel so bourgeois
oh, you’ve captured everyone
I hear you’ve been a dancer
At some famous Paris show
and million dollar lovers
Neatly saw you to your door
Nineteen fifty seven,
sweetheart of the year
[THE]Secret of your beauty,
was your moontan and your fear
and now you run this city
You’re still honey to the flies
Attract the incrowd dandies
Faraway-look in their eyes
You’re [A] bright, nocturnal vanilla queen
Your mask is sterile dignity
Tell me why, nocturnal vanilla queen
You haunt me, even in my dreams
It couldn’t be avoided
We were bound to meet
I knew you would drag me down
and toss me off my feet
Sweet moments of desire
Sweet moments of relief
You blew down my fences
[WITH YOUR] natural make-believe


Candy's going bad
From the Albums:
* Moontan
* Golden Earring Live

Candy took the pearls, got ahead of the girls
Got on top and found the secret entrance
Are you satisfied?
Through neon doors, ‘cross killing floors
She got sucked into a champagne desert
Are you satisfied?
Daddy said: I’ll break your bones
If you come home dressed in Peacock clothes
Mother said: quit the show
She didn’t want the neighbours to know
Candy had to quit the show
Well, Candy didn’t care, when she started her affair
With the studs and the mares of the night
Are you satisfied?
Teddy knows the rule, of the underground school
He’s got Candy wrapped ‘round his finger
Are you satisfied?
Daddy said: I’ll break your bones
If you don’t get your tricks off the phone
Mother said: quit the show
She didn’t want the neighbours to know
Candy’s going bad - got a room to let
Candy’s going bad - got a pimp named Ted
Candy’s going bad - Long Green’s where it’s at
Candy’s going bad - she got stars in her head
Candy took the pearls, got ahead of the girls
Got on top and found the secret entrance
Are you satisfied?
Daddy said: I’ll break your bones
If you come home dressed in Peacock clothes
Mother said: quit the show
I don’t want the neighbours to know
Candy’s going bad - got a room to let
Candy’s going bad - got a pimp named Ted
Candy’s going bad - Long Green’s where it’s at
Candy’s going bad - she got stars in her head

Hm.. nu weet ik ook hoe ze aan de naam Bad Candy komen voor die meisjesgroep.

Hmm, ik weet niet of dat er mee te maken heeft. Ik weet wel dat sinds ze eindelijk uit de schulden zijn en geen cocaine meer gebruiken ze een triest armoedig oud zootje zijn geworden en dan met belachelijke dingen als Bad Candy komen

Cesar Z was nog eens op mijn middelbare school. Achteraf eigenlijk best wel cool. Toen had ik geen idee..

Wie is Bonn Scott trouwens? Sorry..

Green Day - Blood, Sex And Booze

quote:

Waiting in a room
All dressed up and bound and gagged
To a chair
It's so unfair
I won't dare move, for the pain
She puts me through is what I need
So make it bleed

I'm in distress, oh mistress
I confess so do it one more time
These handcuffs are too tight
You know I will obey, so please
Don't make me pay
For blood, sex and booze you give me

Some say I'm disturbed
But it's what I deserve, another lesson
To be learned...from a girl called kill
My head is in the gutter
Thank you sir, strike up another mandolin
Of discipline
Throw me to the dogs
Let them eat my flesh down
To the wood
It feels so good

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Op donderdag 15 december 2005 00:36 schreef Stanley_Climbfall het volgende:
Wie is Bonn Scott trouwens? Sorry..

Oh shit, ging iets mis..

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Op donderdag 15 december 2005 00:36 schreef Stanley_Climbfall het volgende:
Wie is Bonn Scott trouwens? Sorry..

De eerste AC/DC-zanger.

Vet!! Bedankt..

Hm.. we hebben ze allemaal gehad?

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Op woensdag 21 december 2005 21:35 schreef Stanley_Climbfall het volgende:
Hm.. we hebben ze allemaal gehad?

Nee, natuurlijk niet...

Ik wist trouwens niet dat Jeanny een straatmeisje was. Ik dacht dat het over een willekeurig slachtoffer ging.

Lili Marleen is (helaas voor de TS) geen lichte dame. De 'officiële Lili Marleen homepage' ingeb.org/garb/lmarleen.html schrijft het volgende:

quote:

Der Urtext dieses Liedes, "das Lied eines jungen Soldaten auf der Wacht" stammt von Hans Leip, einem deutschen Soldaten des ersten Weltkriegs. Hans Leip ist am 22. 09. 1893 in Hamburg geboren und starb am 6. 06. 1983 in Fruthwilen, bei Frauenfeld (Thurgau), Schweiz. Er schrieb diese Strophen 1915 vor seiner Abfahrt an die russische Front. Dabei kombinierte er den Namen seiner Freundin Lili (Tochter seines Lebensmittelhändlers), mit jenem der Freundin eines seiner Freunde. Es besteht auch die Möglichkeit, daß er sich von Marleen, einer jungen Krankenschwester, die, als er Wache schob, an ihm vorbeiging und langsam im Abendnebel verschwand, inspirieren ließ.

Original German lyrics from a poem The Song of a Young Sentry by World War I German soldier, Hans Leip *22.9.1893 in Hamburg, †6.6.1983 in Fruthwilen, near Frauenfeld (Thurgau), Switzerland who wrote these verses before going to the Russian front in 1915, combining the name of his girlfriend, Lili (the daughter of a grocer), with that of a friend's girlfriend or by a wave given to Leip, while he was on sentry duty, by a young nurse named "Marleen" as she disappeared into the evening fog.

Maar ontopic: Dinsdagavond heb ik op radio 4 nog een liedje gehoord van Marlene Dietrich die volgens mij wel over zo'n dame gaat. Totaal anders dan Lili Marleen, dit is een stevige uptempo kroegmeezinger...

Marlene Dietrich - Ich Bin Die Fesche Lola

Ich bin die fesche Lola, der Liebling der Saison!
Ich hab' ein Pianola zu Haus' in mein' Salon
Ich bin die fesche Lola, mich liebt ein jeder Mann
doch an mein Pianola, da laß ich keinen ran!

Ich bin die fesche Lola, der Liebling der Saison!
Ich hab' ein Pianola zu Haus' in mein' Salon.
Und will mich wer begleiten da unten aus dem Saal,
dem hau' ich in die Seiten und tret' ihm aufs Pedal!

Lola, Lola – jeder weiß, wer ich bin
Sieht man nur mach mir hin,
Schon verwirrt sich der Sinn.
Männer, Männer - keinen küß ich hier
Und allein am Klavier,sing die Zeilen mit mir.

Ich bin die fesche Lola, der Liebling der Saison!

Ich hab' ein Pianola zu Haus' in mein' Salon
Ich bin die fesche Lola, mich liebt ein jeder Mann
doch an mein Pianola, da laß ich keinen ran!

Ich bin die fesche Lola, der Liebling der Saison!
Ich hab' ein Pianola zu Haus' in mein' Salon.
Und [Doch] will mich wer begleiten da unten aus dem Saal,
dem hau' ich in die Seiten und tret' ihm aufs Pedal!

Ich bin die fesche Lola, der Liebling der Saison!
Ich hab' ein Pianola zu Haus' in mein' Salon
Ich bin die fesche Lola, mich liebt ein jeder Mann
doch an mein Pianola, da laß ich keinen ran!

Dat laat aan duidelijkheid niets te wensen over

Rammstein - te quiero puta!

Origineel

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!

Engels

Hey friends . . .
Go ahead friends . . .
Come on, come on, my love
I really like your flavor
Not not not not your heart
Really really like your lemon
Give me your fruit
Come on, my love . . .
I love you, whore!
I love you, whore!
Oh, so good

Oh, so good, one, two, three
Yes, I want you once again
But not not not your heart
More more more of your lemon
Darling
Give me your fruit
Give me your fruit
Come on, my love . . .
I love you, whore!
I love you, whore!
Oh, so good

Between your legs I'm going to cry
I'm going to be happy and sad
I'm going to be happy and sad

More, more, more, please
More, more, more, yes, yes, sir
More, more, more, please
More, more, more, yes, yes, sir
Don't be afraid of me
I'm not going to eat you
More, more, more, please
More, more, more, yes, yes, sir
Yes, yes, sir

I love you, whore!
I love you, whore!
Give it to me, give it to me
I love you, whore!

quote:

Op donderdag 22 december 2005 14:25 schreef wc-eend het volgende:

Rammstein - te quiero puta!

Origineel

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!

Engels

Hey friends . . .
Go ahead friends . . .
Come on, come on, my love
I really like your flavor
Not not not not your heart
Really really like your lemon
Give me your fruit
Come on, my love . . .
I love you, whore!
I love you, whore!
Oh, so good

Oh, so good, one, two, three
Yes, I want you once again
But not not not your heart
More more more of your lemon
Darling
Give me your fruit
Give me your fruit
Come on, my love . . .
I love you, whore!
I love you, whore!
Oh, so good

Between your legs I'm going to cry
I'm going to be happy and sad
I'm going to be happy and sad

More, more, more, please
More, more, more, yes, yes, sir
More, more, more, please
More, more, more, yes, yes, sir
Don't be afraid of me
I'm not going to eat you
More, more, more, please
More, more, more, yes, yes, sir
Yes, yes, sir

I love you, whore!
I love you, whore!
Give it to me, give it to me
I love you, whore!

Ben jij ook de wc-eend van pokerinfo?

Gorki met Ooit was ik een soldaat mag uiteraard ook niet ontbreken hier:

Ooit was ik een soldaat
Die de vrede moest bewaren
Behoeder van de staat
In een wereld vol gevaren
In de sneeuw stond ik op wacht
Ik dacht aan de kantine
En die ademloze nacht
Bij de brave hoer martine
Ik ging naar haar huis
Ik moest niet veel betalen
Rond haar hals droeg zij een kruis
Als een schild tegen vandalen
Zij vroeg wat ik kan ik doen
Om mijn jongen te behagen
Ik kreeg van haar een zoen
Toen durfde ik het vragen
Lieve tijger, ik geef je alles
Maar doe je hoerenkleren aan
Om naar te kijken
Dan zal ik niet ten onder gaan

Ik zei niemand houdt van mij
Met tranen in mijn ogen
Het is de schuld van de maatschappij
Ik werk door iedereen bedrogen
Toen ik een jongen was
Wou niemand met mij spelen
Ik was de laatste van de klas
Daarom ga ik naar bordelen

Zij zong voor mij een lied
Van de vergeving van de zonden
Zij bluste mijn verdriet
En likte aan mijn wonden
Lieve tijger, ik geef je alles
Maar doe je hoerenkleren aan
Om naar te kijken
Dan zal ik niet ten onder gaan
Lieve tijger, ik geef je alles
Maar doe je hoerenkleren aan
Om naar te kijken
Dan zal ik niet ten onder gaan

quote:

Op donderdag 22 december 2005 14:36 schreef lubje25 het volgende:

[..]

Ben jij ook de wc-eend van pokerinfo?

Nope.. en WTF is pokerinfo?

quote:

Op donderdag 22 december 2005 10:48 schreef Alecks het volgende:
Marlene Dietrich - Ich Bin Die Fesche Lola

Ich bin die fesche Lola, der Liebling der Saison!
Ich hab' ein Pianola zu Haus' in mein' Salon
Ich bin die fesche Lola, mich liebt ein jeder Mann
doch an mein Pianola, da laß ich keinen ran!

Ich bin die fesche Lola, der Liebling der Saison!
Ich hab' ein Pianola zu Haus' in mein' Salon.
Und will mich wer begleiten da unten aus dem Saal,
dem hau' ich in die Seiten und tret' ihm aufs Pedal!

Lola, Lola – jeder weiß, wer ich bin
Sieht man nur mach mir hin,
Schon verwirrt sich der Sinn.
Männer, Männer - keinen küß ich hier
Und allein am Klavier,sing die Zeilen mit mir.

Ich bin die fesche Lola, der Liebling der Saison!

Ich hab' ein Pianola zu Haus' in mein' Salon
Ich bin die fesche Lola, mich liebt ein jeder Mann
doch an mein Pianola, da laß ich keinen ran!

Ich bin die fesche Lola, der Liebling der Saison!
Ich hab' ein Pianola zu Haus' in mein' Salon.
Und [Doch] will mich wer begleiten da unten aus dem Saal,
dem hau' ich in die Seiten und tret' ihm aufs Pedal!

Ich bin die fesche Lola, der Liebling der Saison!
Ich hab' ein Pianola zu Haus' in mein' Salon
Ich bin die fesche Lola, mich liebt ein jeder Mann
doch an mein Pianola, da laß ich keinen ran!

Dit nummer ken ik alleen uit een aflevering van 'Allo 'Allo

quote:

Op maandag 17 oktober 2005 22:47 schreef DevilsAndDust het volgende:

En Candy's room, ook van Bruce Springsteen (tenminste, die associatie leg ik )

Een van mijn favoriete nummers van Live '75-'85.

Ramones - 53rd and 3rd

Goeie nummers ook zeg!