Edith Much To Cry About: Monophonic Ringtone

Music Video: Edith Piaf - Heaven Have Mercy [rated 5.00, source: YouTube]
uploaded @ 12-09-2007 by maldoror26

Edith Piaf, 1956 a song is from album La Foule, 2000 french version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVv6cp8k5Xo Lyrics: No more smiles, no more tears No more prayers, no more fears Nothing left, why go on When your lover is gone Shout with one Ring the bells Throughout the towns And the farms Will the shouts and the bells Bring him back to my arms Must each man go to war Evermore, evermore While some lone woman stands Empty heart, empty hands When the time came to part And he kissed me goodbye From the depths of my heart Came a great lonely cry: Heaven have mercy! Heaven have mercy! Miners came They carved his name Upon a cross... I remember the dance Where we first fell in love How we whirled 'round and 'round While the stars danced above We would walk by the shore Watch the ships sail away Lovers need nothing more Just a new dream each day So we dreamed of a home With a garden so fine And a son with his eyes And a nose just like mine Now it's done, why be brave? Why should I live like this? Shall I wait by the grave For my lost lover's kiss? Stop the bell! Stop the bell!! I've no tears left to cry Must I stay here in hell? Lord above, let me die... Heaven have mercy! Heaven have mercy! Heaven have mercy! -------------------- Plus jamais ne prierai, Plus jamais ne rirai Avec leurs boniments. Ils ont tué mon amant. Le bourdon peut sonner, Le curé, marmonner. C'est pas ça qui le fera Revenir dans mes bras. D'un petit air réfléchi Et la voix décidée, Il a dit : "Allons-y ! Faut défendre ses idées !" Mais, malgré sa grande gueule Et ses yeux qu'il planquait, Je n'étais pas toute seule A chiâler sur le quai... Miséricorde ! Miséricorde ! Les petites croix blanches Ont des dimanches Qui ne sont pas gais. Le ciel bleu d'un petit bal Du côté de Bougival Dans mes yeux étonnés Continue de tourner... Rien qu'à voir les péniches, On rêvait de voyager. Pour ceux qui ne sont pas riches, Il suffit de rêver : Le jardin qu'on aurait Serait plein de lilas... Et le gosse qu'on aurait S'appellerait Jean-François... Les beaux rêves sont gratuits. Moi, le seul qui me reste, C'est l'odeur de sa veste Quand je dansais contre lui. 'y a plus que ça qui me rapproche De celui que j'adorais Mais la vie est si moche Que même ça, je l'oublierai... Miséricorde ! Miséricorde ! Miséricorde !

Music Video: Edith - Much To Cry About [rated 4.40, source: YouTube]
uploaded @ 15-06-2006 by elsalama

www.edithmusic.com - great, new singer/songwriter from Sweden. Cross Eva Cassidy with Coldplay and you get Edith! You can find another song by Edith, called "Rosie", on Neil Young's webpage (song of the times)!

Music Video: Edith Piaf - La Foule - The Crowd [rated 4.00, source: YouTube]
uploaded @ 04-05-2008 by syncopath

A chanson by Edith Piaf compiled with shots from the market in Tel-Aviv. "is the briefness of a moment is never to be found...!!??" Edith Piaf - La Foule Titre original : Amore de mis amores (1953) Musique : Angel Cabral Paroles : Enrique Dizeo Paroles en français : Michel Rivgauche I look again how the city celebrates and is delirious about it Suffocating under the sun and the joy And I hear in the music the cries, the laughter Who burst and rebound around me And lost among these people who hustle me Dazed, disabled, I remain there When suddenly, I am turned over, it pushes me back And crowd comes to throw me between her arms. Carried by the crowd which trails us Involves us Crushed one against the other We form one body And flow without effort It pushes us, connects one to the other And leaves us both Opened out, intoxicated and happy. Involved by the crowd which springs And which dances An insane farandole Our two hands remain welded, unite And sometimes raised Our two intertwined bodies fly away And both fall down Opened out, drunk, intoxicated and happy. And joy splashed by its smile Pierces me and flashes back at the bottom of me But suddenly I cry out among the laughter When the crowd comes to tear it off among my arms... Carried by the crowd which trails us Involves us Moves us away one from the other I fight and I debate But the sound of its voice Chokes me in the laughter of the others And I shout of pain, fury and rage And I cry ...