Musical challenge #12

Aaron

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This week's challenge has us looking for the inclusion of foreign lyrics in our English speaking songs.

Examples...

"Michelle" - The Beatles - Michelle, ma belle
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble
Très bien ensemble

"Don't Ask Me Why" - Billy Joel - You can kill them in the classic style
Now you parlez vous francais

"Sun King" - Beatles - Here comes the sun king
Quando paramucho mi amore defelice coraphon
Mundo paparazzi mi amore chicka ferry parasol
Cuesto obrigado tanta mucho que can it carousel
(By the Beatles own admission, a mixing of several languages)

"Acadian Driftwood" - The Band - Sais tu, Acadie j'ai le mal du pays
Ta neige, Acadie, fait des larmes au soleil
J'arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh
 

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kingchuck69

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There's the legendary "Rico Suave":

Seguro que han oído que yo soy educado
Soy un caballerito un chico bien portado
Un joven responsible y siempre bien vestido
Yo no se quien ha mentido

I don't drink or smoke ain't into dope
Won't try no coke, ask me how I do it, I cope
My only addiction has to do with the female species
I eat 'em raw like sushi

No me gustan ternos, mi estilo es moderno
Si me enterno, you me enfermo
Mi apariencia es dura, vivo en la locura
No me vengan con ternuras

So please don't judge a book by its cover
There's more to being a latin lover
You got to know how to deal with a woman
That won't let go
The price you pay for being a gigolo

There's not a woman that can handle
A man like me
That's why I juggle two or three
I ain't one to commit, you can omit that bit
You pop the question that's it
Haber uno, dos, tres, cuatro mujeres
Y la situaci?all?no muere
No es un delito calmo mi apetito
Con un llanto o un grito

So again don't let my lyrics mislead you
I don't love you but I need you
Would you rather have me lie
Take a piece of your pie and say bye
Or be honest and rub your thighs

Well, it's ten o'clock and I'm two hours late
I never said I was a prompt date
But you kept persisting that I meet your parents
Huh, they're going to love my appearance

Ding dong el timbre suena
Tu madre abre, que vieja mas buena
Le digo ¡Hola! Pero no para bola
Que se ha creido vieja chola

Go and serve the food mom
Que tengo ambre
If you don't hurry, me va a dar un calambre
Y usted señor? Why's your chin on the floor?
Sierra la boca por favor

What's this amor, these little huevos?
Esto s?que yo no pruebo

I'm used to good ol' fashioned
Homestyle Spanish cooking
If i try that I'll be puking
Well it's been a pleasure but we got to go
Regresaremos temprano
Cinco, seis, o siete de la mañana
Su hija esta en buenas manos

And there's one of Howard Stern's personal faves, "Cherchez la Femme":


Tommy Mottola lives on the road
He lost his lady two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh, wonder
He sleeps in the back
Of his big grey Cadillac, oh my honey
Blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine
Oh, ain't it crazy baby, hey
I guess you could say hey, hey
The man has learned his lesson, oh hey
Now he's alone
He's got no woman and no home
For misery, oh, oh
Cherchez la femme

Miggie, Miggie Bonija's very upset
She's sick and tired of living in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of rats
I know she is, oooh
So her noble man says
"Baby I understand, oh my honey"
Now he's working two jobs at Eighth Avenue bars
Oh, ain't crazy baby
Now she complains
That her man is never present, no
She goes next door
I know that she's just playing the whore
Hey for misery my friend, hey
Cherchez la femme

[Instrumental Interlude]

They'll tell you a lie
With a colgate smile, hey baby
Love you one second and hate you the next one
Oh, ain't it crazy, yeah
All I can say, ay, hey
Of one thing I am certain, ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo
They're all the same
All the sluts and the saints
For misery my friend
Cherchez la femme

Hey now, Cherchez la femme
Oh babe, Cherchez la femme
Yeah, Cherchez la femme
Oooh that's amora, Cherchez
Oooh that's amora, Cherchez
Amora amora be mine, be mine
Devine (Oooh that's amora, Cherchez)
Cherchez la femme
(Se si bon, Se si bon, Se si bon)
Cherchez la femme, rumba
(Se si bon, Se si bon, Se si bon)
Cherchez la femme, rumba
 

Manco

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Tonights the Night by Rod Stewart

Listen carefully at the end, there's some woman speaking french, and I think it might be interesting if you understand it.
 

Manco

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Talking Heads "Psycho Killer"

I can’t seem to face up to the facts.
I’m tense and nervous and I... can’t relax.
I can’t sleep, cause my bed’s on fire.
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire.

Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?(What is this)
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run away
OH OH OH

Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?(What is this)
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run away
OH OH OH
AY AY AY AY AY WOO

You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est?(What is this)
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run away
OH OH OH

Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?(What is this)
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run away
OH OH OH OH
AY AY AY AY

Ce que j'ai fait, ce soir-là
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir-là
Réalisant mon espoir
Je me lance vers la gloire
(French:What I did, tonight there which she said, tonight there Realizing my hope I launch myself towards glory) ... okay
YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est?(What is this)
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run away
OH OH OH

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est?(What is this)
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run run away
OH OH OH OH
AY AY AY AY OOOH

Hey hey hey ha
 

scotchandcigar

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Peter Gabriel - Games Without Frontiers,
"Jeux sans frontieres"

Juliana Hatfield - Fleur de Lys,
J'ai pris deux jus d'oranges,
J'avais soif,
Aidez-moi, j'ai besoin d'un homme.

Ou habitez-vous ? Chez qui ?
Peut-être à la fin du siècle vous m'aimerez,
Je veux jouer
Jouer, jouer, jouer, jouer,
Jouer, jouer, jouer.

J'ai pris trois pains au chocolat,
Je n'avais pas faim,
Combien pour votre corps?
Allons, poussez,
Poussez, poussez, poussez, poussez,
Poussez, poussez, poussez,

Police - Hungry for you,
Rien de dormier cette nuit
Je veux de toi
Jusque'a` ce que je sois sec
Mais nos corps sont tout mouille's
Comple'tement couvert de sueur
Nous nous noyons dans la mare'e
Je n'ai aucun de'sir
Tu as ravage' mon coeur
Et mois j'ai bu ton sang

Mais non pouvons faire ce que nous voulons
J'aurais toujours faim de toi
Mais non pouvons faire ce que nous voulons
J'aurais toujours faim de toi

Tout le monde est a` moi
Je l'ai gagne' dans un jeu de cartes
Et maintenant je m'en fous
C'e'tait gagne' trop facilement
Ca y est alors ma belle trai^tresse
Il faut que je bru^le de jalousie
Tu as ravage' mon coeur
Et moi j'ai bu ton sang

Mais non pouvons faire ce que nous voulons
J'aurais toujours faim de toi
Mais non pouvons faire ce que nous voulons
J'aurais toujours faim de toi

Mais non pouvons faire ce que nous voulons
J'aurais toujours faim de toi
Mais non pouvons faire ce que nous voulons
J'aurais toujours faim de toi

No matter what I do
I'm still hungry for you
No matter what I do
I'm still hungry for you

Rien de dormir cette nuit
Je veux de toi jusque'a` ce que je sois sec
Mais nos corps sont tout mouille's
Comple'tement couvert de sueur
 

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"Fiesta" by The Pogues:

El veinticinco de agosto
Abrio sus ojos Jaime Fearnley
Para el bebe cinquante gin campari
Y se tendio para cerrarlos
Y Costello el rey del America
Y suntuosa Cait O'Riordan
Non rompere mis colliones
Los gritos fuera de las casas

Vamos (Surfer Rosa) by The Pixies:

Estaba pensando sobreviviendo con mi sister en New Jersey, (*)
Ella me dijo que es una vida buena alla,
Bien rica bien chevere, Y voy! Pueta!

"Preab San Ol" by The Tossers (in gaelic)

Is iomaí slí sin do bhíos ag daoine
Ag cruinniú píosaí is ag déanamh stóir,
'S a laghad a smaoiníos ar ghiorra a’ tsaoil seo,
Go mbeidh siad sínte faoi leac go fóill.
Más tiarna tíre, diúc no rí thú,
Ní rachaidh pingin leat ‘s tú ‘dul faoin bhfód,
Mar sin is dá bhrí sin, níl beart níos críonna
Ná bheith go síoraí ag cur preab san ól.

Is olc an tslí bheith ag ardú cíosa,
Ag déanamh daoirse agus tribute mór,
Ag cur na ndaoine ó theach ‘s ó dhídean,
Ní faraoir atá cinnte dóibh,
An té a níos sin, is dó is baolaí,
A bheith in íochtar á bhruith is á dhó.
Mar sin is dá bhrí sin, níl beart níos críonna,
Ná bheith go síoraí ag cur preab san ól.

"Spanish Bombs" by The Clash:

Spanish bombs
yo te quiero infinito
yo te querda oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs
yo te quiero infinito
yo te querda oh mi corazon

"Foux Du Fafa" by Flight of the Conchords:

J: Je voudrais une croissant
J: Je suis enchante
J: Ou est le bibliotheque?
J: Voila mon passport
J: Ah, Gerard Depardieu
B + J:Un baguette, ah ha ha, oh oh oh oh
B: Ba Ba ba-ba Bow!
B: Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
B: Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
B: Et maintenant le voyage a la supermarche!
B: Le pamplemousse (grapefruit)
B: Ananas (pineapple)
B: Jus d�orange
B: Boeuf
B: Soup du jour
B: Le camembert
B: Jacque Cousteau
B: Baguettte
J: Mais oui
J: Bon jour
F: Bon jour
J: Bon jour
F: Bon jour, monsieur
J: Bonjour mon petit bureau de change
B: Ca va?
L: Ca va.
B: Ca va?
L: Ca va.
B: Voila � le conversation a la parc.
B: Ou est le livre?
J: A la bibliotheque
B: Et le musique dance?
J: Et le discotheque.
B: Et le discotheque
J: Cest ci, baby!
J: Un, deux, trois, quatre
B: Ba ba ba-ba bow!
All: Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
F: Ou est le piscine?
J: Pardon moi?
F: Ouest le piscine?
J: ...Uh...
F: Splish splash
J: ...Uh...
F: Eh...
J: Je ne comprends pas.
F: Parlez-vous le francais?
J: Eh?
F: Eh? Parlez-vous le francais?
J: Uh ....No.
F: Hmmm.
B: Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
Ba ba ba-ba bow!
 

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"Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'" - Michael Jackson

"Mama-se, mama-sa, mama-coo-sa" Its supposed to be some sort of African chant.




Take your pick of songs from Wyclef Jean's album Carnival

"Jaspora", "Gunpowder", "Guantanamera"...ect