M.B.T. (feat. Beate Bartel) - Monika Werkstatt

Tanta til Beate, hu bor i ei gate i Gamleby'n Og med hatt og fjær er hun et vakkert syn! På vei ned Schweigaardsgate for å gå og mate duene Mellom røyk og gass på Harald Hårdrådes plass Og når posen er tømt og duene rømt, går hun hjem igjen Og finner fram sin gamle grammofon Den sveiver hun opp og svinger sin kropp til tonene Og syns at: "Jazzen gikk i dass med Django Reinhardt!" Tanta til Beate setter på ei plate med hakk og sår Og tenker på den gangen hun var tjue år Da hun og Ole Willy syns det var så billig på Angleterre Og Robert Normann visste hvordan Django spelte "Og det er synd at denna by'n, den æ'kke hva den engang var!" Sier hun og trekker for sin tyllgardin "Det er ingen ting som svinger sånn som det gjorde før! Alt jeg har på gamle da'r, det er denne plata" Tanta til Beate snur sin gamle plate ennå en gang Og serverer te med melk (Lap-sang-sou-chong!) Så svinger hun en finger mens hun sier strengt "Glem ikke hva vi fikk av Django Reinhardt!" Og når tanta til Beate må forlate oss Og duene må finne maten sjæl Står St. Peter der og sier: "Her har vi savna deg!" Og hun får en klem mens Django stemmer gitar'n Og hun får en klem mens Django stemmer gitar'n

Smooth whiskey runs wild in my heart Those waters were cold but tonight They're starting to rage and rush through My veins and the fire in my eyes Get on it You flaunt It You got it I want it She turns men to stone and they don't try Get on it You got it You flaunt It I'm on it Hell how hard is it to just say hi I throw back a shot and hold tight To shake off the spell from her eyes With each step I take I fight off The doubt in my mind as I move close I'm on it I got it You flaunt it I want it She turns me to stone and I don't try Get on it I got it You flaunt it I want it She's frozen the room and stopped time But if I don't talk to her I won't be able to look in the mirror And my guns of pride won't do 'cause she... Disarmed me from across the room I'm on it I got it You flaunt it I want it She's frozen their lips but not mine Get on it And flaunt it You got it I want it She's turns men to stone and they won't try I'm on it I got it You flaunt it I want it I'm not leaving here until I try Get on it You got it You flaunt it I'm on it Hell how hard is it to just say hi She turns men to stone and they won't try Hell how hard is it to just say hi Get on it

Hey, hey, hey it's weird, my friends are coming I will reveal to them the things we used to hide Cause I've got pieces in my soul And a lover in my heart I can't deny This bloody something That keeps me up until the dark Makes me shout I love you I love you Blues and jazz and pop and rock'n'roll are crazy These are the rhythms all my life I used to keep But I'm afraid I cannot shine Cause I'm afraid of all these things I can't describe I've gotta push it on my pillow I've got a drum da da da I love you I love you No no no no no don't call me "crazy" baby I will reveal to you the things I used to hide Cause I've got pieces in my soul And a lover in my heart I should deny This bloody something That keeps me up until the dark Makes me shout I love you I love you (You really got me...) I love you... love me too Where's that boy? Where's that boy? Where's that look in your eyes? That turned me on

Θέλεις, μα δε ξέρεις αν το θέλεις Την καρδιά μου παιδεύεις σαν ξένο βαρύ φυλαχτό Μα, εκεί ψηλά στον ουρανό, τ' αστέρια λάμπουνε για μας τα δυο Τον έρωτά μας τραγουδούν, το 'να με τ' άλλο πως φεγγοβολούν Χίλιες φορές με κάθε σου πρώτη ματιά Φεύγεις, όλο φεύγεις, με πικραίνεις Τα ναζάκια σου κάνεις και πας να μου φύγεις ξανά Μα, εγώ θα ψάξω να σε βρω, όλα τα λάθη σου τα συγχωρώ Για τα ματάκια που κοιτώ και τα χειλάκια που γλυκοφιλώ Σαν αεράκι-άκι, σαν θαλασσάκι καλοκαιρινό! Βράδυ, κάθε βράδυ, κι αύριο πάλι Εγώ θα τρέχω για σένα, θα διώχνω τον κάθε καημό Στις γαλανές ακρογιαλιές, εκεί που ανθίζουν οι πορτοκαλιές Εκεί θα έρθω να σ' το πω, όλο και πιο πολύ θα σ' αγαπώ Χίλιες φορές με κάθε σου πρώτη ματιά Πω, πω, πω, πω Αχ, τι χαρά έχω απόψε! Στάλα-στάλα γεμίζει η καρδιά μου, χορεύει ο ντουνιάς Δώσε μαέστρο μια πενιά, μια γιορτινή, μια λεβεντοπενιά Για τα ματάκια που κοιτώ και τα χειλάκια που γλυκοφιλώ Σαν αεράκι-άκι, σαν θαλασσάκι καλοκαιρινό!