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  • 29-04-1972
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    Make The Madness Stop
    Composer(s): Chris Dedrick - Sandy Zynczak
    Performer(s): The Free Design



    Come along, come along
    Follow the way that leads between madness and madness
    Flowers on both sides, each side has weeds and gladness and sadness

    Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
    fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
    Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
    make the madness stop
    Deplete we must the store of hate immense and men grouping groping nonsense

    Pathways are green and black and white and yellow and crimson
    Walk on the rainbow flooded by boths sides truths and opinions

    Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
    fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
    Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
    make the madness stop
    Deplete we must the store of hate immense and mens grouping groping nonsense

    Honesty and purity, beauty and sincerity
    Doesn't that sound corny
    Wish that I were corny

    Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
    fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
    Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
    make the madness stop
    Deplete we must the store of hate immense and men grouping groping nonsense

    Whoa, whoa, walk the way of love, eyes open
    fly the skies above with hope and heart and sense
    Whoa, whoa, blow your mind but not completely
    make the madness stop



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    Musique À Tout Va
    Composer(s): René Rouzeau; Francis Laî
    Performer(s): Edith Piaf



    Si je vous dis que, derrière ça
    Derrière cette musique à tout va
    'y a le passé dans ses haillons
    Qui vient mendier à ma chanson
    Si je vous dis que, derrière ça
    'y a vos péchés qui n'oublient pas
    Et vos anciens rêves d'amour
    Qui battent, battent le tambour
    Regardez-les monter sur scène
    Ce sont vos joies, ce sont vos peines
    Et ces remords qui font la chaîne
    Pour qu'on trébuche sur leurs pas
    Si je vous dis que, derrière ça
    Derrière cette musique à tout va
    'y a ce qu'on tue et ne meurt pas
    Oh ! Sûr, que vous ne me croirez pas...

    Si je vous dis que, devant ça
    Devant cette musique à tout va
    Tout ce passé soudain renaît
    De la poussière, des regrets
    Si je vous dis que, devant ça
    Comme une armée de p'tits soldats
    'y a des 'je t'aime' qui vont dansant
    Et des baisers de vingt printemps
    Allez, ne bercez plus la tête
    Rien ne demeure et ce qu'on jette
    Il reste à vivre d'autres fêtes
    Qui flamberont en feux de joie

    Si je vous dis que, devant ça
    Devant cette musique à tout va
    Je vois ces choses qu'on ne voit pas
    Oh ! Sûr, que vous ne me croirez pas...
    Mais je les vois, mais je les vois
    Oui je les vois, oui je les vois
    Devant cette musique à tout va
    Ahahaha...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Going Up To The Country, Paint My Mailbox Blue
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    Going Up To The Country, Paint My Mailbox Blue
    Composer(s): Taj Mahal
    Performer(s): Taj Mahal; Asylum Street Spankers



    Gonna move up to the country
    Paint my mailbox blue
    Gonna Move up to the country
    Paint my mailbox blue
    Put some flowers on it baby
    Paint some trailin' vines and dew

    You know I'm leavin' LA baby
    Don't you know this smog's got me down
    I'm leavin' LA baby
    Don't you know this smog has got me down
    I'm goin' up to the country
    Where there ain't no doggone smog around

    Well, come here baby
    Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand
    Well, come here baby
    Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand
    Well, you be my woman
    And I'll be your city-boy, country man.

    I'm gonna move up to the country
    Gonna paint, gonna paint, gonna paint, my mailbox blue
    Move up to the country
    Gonna paint my mailbox blue
    Put some flowers on it honey
    Paint some trailin' vines and dew




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    28-04-1972
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    Tatane
    Composer(s): François Barcellini - Jean Douville
    Performer(s): André Bourvil



    Mon copain, c'est Tatane
    C'est dans la rue qu'il est né
    Car, sur une peau de banane
    Sa maman avait glissé
    Dès qu' chacun fut au courant
    De l'événement
    Tout le quartier défila
    Comme au régiment
    On vit même le vieux Léon
    Faire preuve d'imagination
    Et lui donner un surnom
    Le surnom de Tatane
    On l'arrosa tellement
    Que tout le monde eut mal au crâne
    Du curé à l'adjudant
    Mais quand le p'tit Tatane
    Mit les pieds dans la vie
    A l'école, dans la rue
    Ce surnom l'a poursuivi
    Ce qui n'arrangea rien
    C'est qu'à 15 ans 3 mois
    Malgré sa petite taille
    Il chaussait du 53
    Mon copain, mon Tatane
    Chaque jour, à l'atelier
    Glissait sur les peaux de banane
    Qu'on lui mettait sous les pieds
    Ses copains n'virent jamais
    Ses beaux cheveux blonds
    Mais se moquèrent toujours
    De ses pieds trop longs
    Personne ne travaillait plus
    Le patron s'en aperçut
    Et le jeta à la rue
    Mon copain, mon Tatane
    Apprit ainsi que la vie
    Fait pousser des peaux de banane
    Bien plus vite que les radis
    Mon copain, mon Tatane
    Quand l'amour fut sur ses pas
    Il lui jeta une peau de banane
    Et Tatane n'en revint pas
    Car la belle si elle vit ses beaux cheveux blonds
    Trouva aussi qu'ses grands pieds étaient mignons
    Quand il se promène maintenant
    Au bras de la belle enfant
    Il est fier comme Artaban
    Ils sont mari et femme
    Tous les jours l'amour grandit
    Une seule chose ennuie Tatane
    C'est qu'ses pieds grandissent aussi
    Brave tatane!
    Bonne route Tatane!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Musique
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    Musique
    Performer(s): France Gall



    Quittons dans ce monde insolite
    Le bruit des pelles mécaniques
    Qui construisent quoi
    Faisons taire les mélancoliques
    Avec notre propre rythmique et notre joie

    Musique
    Et que chacun se mette à chanter
    Et que chacun se laisse emporter
    Chacun tout contre l'autre serré
    Chacun tout contre l'autre enlacé
    {L'un contre l'autre}

    Musique
    Que les orchestres se mettent à jouer
    Que nos mémoires se mettent à rêver
    Et laissons voyager nos pensées
    Laissons aller nos corps et flotter
    {L'un contre l'autre}

    Musique
    On est trop faible pour s'entre-tuer
    On est trop seul pour se détester
    On est trop mal pour s'en rajouter
    On est trop rien pour se déchirer
    {Les uns les autres}

    Musique
    Déposons nos armes à nos pieds
    Renvoyons chez elles nos armées
    Jetons à terre nos boucliers
    Claquons des doigts et frappons du pied
    {Un, deux, trois quatre}

    Musique
    Douce, douce, douce, douce, douce musique
    Humm
    Douce, douce, douce, douce, douce musique
    Humm...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Going Up The Country
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    Going Up The Country
    Composer(s): Alan Wilson
    Performer(s): Canned Heat;
    and various other artists



    I'm going up the country. Baby, don't you wanna go?
    I'm going up the country. Baby, don't you wanna go?
    I'm goning to some place where I've never been before

    I'm going, I'm going where the water tastes like wine
    I'm going where the water tastes like wine
    We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time

    I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
    I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
    All this fussing and fighting, man, you know I just can't stay

    Now, Baby, pack your leaving trunk
    You know we got to leave today
    Just exactly where we going I just can not say
    But we might even leave the U.S.A.
    'Cause it's a brand new game, and I want to play

    No use of you running or screaming and crying
    'Cause you got a home as long as I got mine




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    27-04-1972
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    Tata Yoyo
    Composer(s): Gérard Gustin - J. Mareuil
    Performer(s): Annie Cordy



    Tata Yoyo qu'est-ce qu'y a sous ton grand chapeau
    Tata Yoyo, dans ma tête y a des tas d'oiseaux
    Tata Yoyo, on m'a dit qu'y a même un grelot
    Mais, moi j'aime ça quand ça fait ding ding di gue ding
    Comme une samba

    J'ai mon boa
    Mon vieux chapeau
    Ma robe à fleurs
    Et mon mégot
    Mon parasol
    Et mes faux cils
    Et une boussole
    Sur mon nombril
    Les Brésiliens m'ont surnommée la folle de Rio
    Mais les enfants me donne un nom plus rigolo

    Tata Yoyo qu'est-ce qu'y a sous ton grand chapeau
    Tata Yoyo, dans ma tête y a des tas d'oiseaux
    Tata Yoyo, on m'a dit qu'y a même un grelot
    Mais, moi j'aime ça quand ça fait ding ding di gue ding
    Comme une samba

    Depuis le temps
    Que je m'trimballe
    Parmi les masques
    Du Carnaval
    Ma silhouette
    Mon charme fou
    Ça les embêtes
    Ils sont jaloux
    Je les entends sur mon passage dire: Ah! quelle est belle
    Un gosse a dit: Papa, j'la veux pour mon Noël

    Tata Yoyo qu'est-ce qu'y a sous ton grand chapeau
    Tata Yoyo, dans ma tête y a des tas d'oiseaux
    Tata Yoyo, on m'a dit qu'y a même un grelot
    Mais ça n'fait rien quand je danse ça fait ding ding di gue ding
    Et j'aime bien
    Oui, moi j'aime ça quand ça fait ding ding di gue ding
    Comme une samba



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Music, Maestro, Please!
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    Music, Maestro, Please!
    Composer(s): Herb Magidson; Allie Wrubel
    Performer(s): Frankie Laine



    A table near the band
    A small one
    Some cigarettes, a drink
    Yes, a tall one
    And, waiter, I could use
    A chaser for my blues

    Tonight I musn't think of her
    Music, maestro, please!
    Tonight
    Tonight I must forget
    How much I need her
    So, Mister Leader
    Play your lilting melodies
    Ragtime, jazztime, swing
    Any old thing
    To help me ease the pain
    That solitude can bring
    She used to like waltzes
    So please don't play a waltz
    She danced divinely
    And I loved her so
    But there I go
    Tonight I mustn't think of her
    No more memories
    Swing out
    Tonight I must forget
    Music, maestro, please!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Going Underground
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    Going Underground
    Composer(s): Paul Weller
    Performer(s): The Jam;
    and various other artists



    Some people might say my life is in a rut
    But I'm quite happy with what I got
    People might say that I should strive for more
    But I'm so happy I can't see the point

    Somethings happening here today
    A show of strength with your boy's brigade
    and I'm so happy and you're so kind
    You want more money, of course I don't mind
    To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
    And the public gets what the public wants
    But I want nothing this society's got

    I'm going underground (going underground)
    Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
    Going underground (going underground)
    Well let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow

    Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
    Me, I've enough already on my plate
    People might need some tension to relax
    Me, I'm too busy dodging between the flak

    What you see here is what you get
    You've made your bed, you better lie in it
    You choose your leaders and place your trust
    As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
    You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
    And the public wants what the public gets
    But I don't get what this society wants

    I'm going underground (going underground)
    Well let the brass bands play and feet start to pound
    Going underground (going underground)
    So let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

    We talk and talk until my head explodes
    I turn on the news and my body froze
    These braying sheep on my TV screen
    Make this boy shout, make this boy scream
    Going underground, I'm going underground
    I'm going underground, I'm going underground

    These braying sheep on my tv screen...
    Make this boy shout, make this boy scream...

    Going underground (going underground)
    Well let the brass band play and feet start to pound
    Going underground (going underground)
    Well let the boys all sing, and the boys all shout
    Going underground (going underground)
    Well let the brass band play and feet go pow pow pow
    Going underground (going underground)
    So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout.....
    .....for tomorrow




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    26-04-1972
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    Tata Teutonne
    Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
    Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



    Otto est une tata teutonne
    Pleine de tics et de totos
    Qui s'autotète les tétés
    En se titillant les tétons
    Et sa mitrailleuse fait
    Ratatatata tata
    Ratatatata
    Ratatatata tata
    Ratatatata

    Assez porté sur la tortore
    Il s'tape des tonnes de steak tartare
    Puis Otto rote et jette hautain
    Son étron au trou des tinettes
    Son gros pétard pète et fait
    Ratatatata tata
    Ratatatata
    Ratatatata tata
    Ratatatata

    Pour ce teuton tout est torture
    Tata ayant tâté de tout
    Otto fait les tasses à tâtons
    Oui mais question tutu tintin
    Une voix derrière lui fait
    Ratatatata tata
    Ratatatata
    Ratatatata tata
    Ratatatata



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Music! Music! Music! (Put Another Nickel In)
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    Music! Music! Music! (Put Another Nickel In)
    Composer(s): Stephan Weiss; Bernie Baum
    Performer(s): Teresa Brewer
    and various other artists



    Put another nickel in
    In the nickelodeon
    All I want is lovin' you
    And music! music! music!

    I'd do anything for you
    Anything you'd want me to
    All I want is kissin' you
    And music! music! music!

    Closer, my dear, come closer
    The nicest part of any melody
    Is when you're dancing close to me

    So, put another nickel in
    In the nickelodeon
    All I want is lovin' you
    And music! music! music!

    Put another nickel in
    In the nickelodeon
    All I want is lovin' you
    And music! music! music!

    I'd do anything for you
    Anything you'd want me to
    All I want is kissin' you
    And music! music! music!

    Closer, my dear, come closer
    The nicest part of any melody
    Is when you're dancing close to me

    So, put another nickel in
    In the nickelodeon
    All I want is lovin' you
    And music! music! music!

    "C'mon, everybody! Put some nickels in! And keep that old
    nickelodeon playing!"

    Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
    Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
    Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
    And music! music! music!

    Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
    Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
    Dum-dee-dum dee-dah-dee-dum
    And music! music! music!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Going To Try
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    Going To Try
    Composer(s): Alvin Lee
    Performer(s): Ten Years After



    I’m gonna try, I’m gonna try
    I’m gonna try and get my feet out of the sand

    I’m gonna try, I’m gonna try
    I’m gonna try and find out where’s the promised land

    Where are you?
    How do I know you’re true, know you’re true, know you’re true?
    Now I can find what I want out of life, out of life

    I wanna try, I wanna try
    I wanna try and find out where’s the promised land

    I wanna try, I wanna try
    I wanna try and get my feet out of the sand




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    25-04-1972
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    Taste Of India
    Composer(s): Glen Ballard - Joe Perry - Stephen Tyler
    Performer(s): Aerosmith



    God I love the sweet taste of India
    Lingers on the tip of my tongue
    Gotta love the sweet taste of India
    Blame it on the beat of the drum
    God I love the sweet taste of India
    Lingers on the tip of my tongue
    Gotta know that what's gotten into you
    Any cat man do when it's done
    Yeah, she's got that kind of love incense
    That lives in her back room
    And when it mixes with the funk my friend
    It turns into perfume
    When you are born
    You're afraid of the darkness
    Then you're afraid of the light
    But I'm not afraid
    When I dance with my shadow
    This time I'm gonna get it right
    To think of what I'll get tonight
    Just lookin' for a little taste
    (A Taste Of India)
    She'll steal the smile right off your face
    Her Yin and Yang
    Is just the thing
    She's unpredictable my friend
    God I love the sweet taste of India
    Lingers on the tip of my tongue
    Gotta know that what's gotten into you
    Any cat man do when it's done
    It's like your first taste, love, of vindaloo
    That sets your heart on fire
    And if you let her stuff get into you
    It will be all that you desire
    When you make love to
    A sweet tantric priestess
    You drink in the bliss of delight
    But I'm not afraid
    When I dance with her shadow
    This time I'm gonna get it right
    She's gonna wake my appetite
    Just lookin' for a little taste
    (A Taste Of India)
    She'll steal the smile right off your face
    She a friend of mine
    She a concubine
    The sweetest wine
    I gotta make her mine
    God I love the sweet taste of India
    Lingers on the tip of my tongue
    Gotta love the sweet taste of India
    Blame it on the beat of the drum
    God I love the sweet taste of India
    Lingers on the tip of my tongue
    Gotta know that what's gotten into you
    Any cat man do when it's done
    Just think of what I'll get tonight
    She's gonna wake my appetite
    Just lookin' for a little taste
    (A Taste Of India)
    She'll steal the smile right off your face
    Yow, yow...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Music To Watch Girls By
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    Music To Watch Girls By
    Composer(s): Sid Ramin; Tony Velona
    Performer(s): Andy Williams
    and various other artists



    The boys watch the girls
    while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by
    Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
    Which is the name of the game, watch a guy watch a dame on any street in town
    Up and down and over and across, romance is boss

    Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
    Eyes watch girls walk with tender lovin' care

    It's keepin' track of the fact watching them watching back
    That makes the world go 'round
    "What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
    They're making music to watch girls by

    Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
    Eyes watch girls walk with tender lovin' care

    It's keepin' track of the fact watching them watching back
    That makes the world go 'round
    "What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
    They're making music to watch girls by

    The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by
    Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene

    La la la la la la la la la



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Going To The Zoo
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    Going To The Zoo
    Performer(s): Julie Felix



    Daddy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow
    zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow
    Daddy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow
    and we can stay all day!

    Chorus:
    We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo
    How about you, you, you?
    You can come too, too, too
    We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo

    See the elephant with the long trunk swingin'
    Great big ears and a long trunk swingin'
    Snuffin' up peanuts with a long trunk swingin'
    And we can stay all day!

    Chorus

    See all the monkeys they're scritch-scritch scratchin'
    jumpin' around and scritch-scritch scratchin'
    Hangin' by the long-tail (huff huff huff)
    And we can stay all day!

    Chorus

    There's a big black bear he's a huff-puff-a-puffin'
    His coat's too heavy he's a huff-puff-a-puffin'
    Don't get too near the huff-puff-a-puffin'
    Or you won't stay all day!

    Chorus

    Well the seals in the pool all honk-honk-honkin'
    Catchin' the fish and honk-honk-honkin'
    Little tiny seals all honk-honk-honkin'
    And we can stay all day!

    Chorus

    Well we stayed all day and I'm gettin' sleepy
    Sittin' in the car gettin' sleep sleep sleepy
    Home already gettin' sleep sleep sleepy
    'Cause we have stayed all day

    We been to the zoo zoo zoo
    So have you you you
    You came too too too
    We been to the zoo zoo zoo

    Mummy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow!
    Zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow!
    Mommy's takin' us to the zoo tomorrow
    And we can stay all day!

    Chorus




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    24-04-1972
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. T'as Perdu Ton Temps
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    T'as Perdu Ton Temps
    Performer(s): Aïda Aznavour



    T'as perdu ton temps
    Follement, bêtement
    À chercher le grand amour
    T'en as fait ton deuil
    Où sont tes vingt ans
    Tes printemps triomphants
    Ils sont enfuis pour toujours
    Près de ton orgueil
    Les hommes à tes pieds
    Venaient jeter
    Leur coeur et leur fortune
    Mais tu restais glacée
    Pauvre insensée
    Il te fallait la lune
    T'as perdu ton temps
    Et pourtant conviens-en
    Tu as eu plus d'occasions
    Que n'importe qui
    À tous tes galants
    Espérant coeur battant
    Si tu n'as jamais dit non
    Tu n'as pas dit oui
    Et le temps a passé
    Ils se sont tous lassés
    En amour c'est donnant donnant
    T'as perdu ton temps

    T'as perdu ton temps
    En rêvant d'un romain
    Qui n'a jamais existé
    Qu'on fond de tes nuits
    Et seule à présent
    Tu vis en regrettant
    L'ambition démesurée
    Qui ruina ta vie
    Mais pour connaître un jour
    Ce grand amour
    Qui fut ton problème
    Il te fallait livrer
    Abandonner
    Le meilleur de toi même
    T'as perdu ton temps
    C'est navrant mais pourtant
    Tu ne peux en vérité
    Que t'en prendre à toi
    Égoïstement
    Calmement, froidement
    Tu as cru tout diriger
    À présent tu vois
    Les années t'ont roulée
    T'ont privée de passé
    Et toi irrémédiablement
    T'as perdu ton temps

    T'as perdu ton temps
    À chercher le grand amour
    Où sont tes vingt ans?
    Ils sont enfuis pour toujours
    T'as perdu ton temps
    À chercher le grand amour



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Music Time
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    Music Time
    Composer(s): Dennis DeYoung
    Performer(s): Styx



    I like music
    The rhythm really gets to me
    I can't control it
    My feet move automatically
    And I like hot licks
    The kind I wish that I could play
    And when I hear them
    I crank the volume all the way

    Turn it on
    Turn it up
    Turn it loud
    All the way

    I like strangers
    Their kindness means a lot to me
    They don't ask questions
    Don't care about my history
    And I like fast girls
    I don't know what's come over me
    They make me do things
    I would not ordinarily

    Turn it on
    Turn it up
    Turn it loud
    All the way

    Hear it, feel it, like it
    Do it, do it, do it to me
    Want it, need it, love it
    Can't get enough of it
    Try it do it
    Go ahead and go for it
    All the way

    And I like daydreams
    I've had enough reality
    My job is boring
    I'm overworked and underpaid
    I like TV
    It stirs up all my fantasies
    Girls in tight jeans
    Acting so outrageously

    Turn it on
    Turn it up
    Turn it loud
    All the way

    Hear it, feel it, like it
    Do it, do it, do it to me
    Want it, need it, love it
    Can't get enough of it
    Try it do it
    Go ahead and go for it
    All the way

    Turn it loose, loose
    I like big things
    The size of them impresses me
    Just give me plenty
    Forget about the quality
    And I like fast food
    The burgers always taste the same
    The snotty waiters
    Ask highball or boubiley



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Going To The River
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    Going To The River
    Composer(s): Antoine "Fats" Domino; Dave Bartholomew
    Performer(s): Fats Domino;
    and various other artists



    I'm going to the river
    Gonna go overboard and drown
    I'm going to the river
    Gonna jump overboard and drown
    Because the gal I love
    She just has left this town

    When she left me
    I bowed my head and cried
    When she left me
    I bowed my head and cried
    I never thought
    I would be
    I would be the one to cry

    Wah wah wah wah, wah wah wah
    Wah wah wah wah, wah wah wah

    Well, if you see my mama tell her
    Goodbye for me
    If you see my mama tell her
    Goodbye for me
    I'm tired of living
    Living in misery




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    23-04-1972
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    Tarzan Boy
    Composer(s): Maurizio Bassi - Naimy Hackett
    First release by: Baltimora - 1984



    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

    Jungle life
    I'm far away from nowhere
    On my own like Tarzan Boy

    Hide and seek
    I play along while rushing cross the forest
    Monkey business on a sunny afternoon

    Jungle life
    I'm living in the open
    Native beat that carries on

    Burning bright
    A fire the blows teh signal to the sky
    I sit and wonder does the message get to you

    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

    Night to night
    Gimme the other, gimme the other chance tonight
    Gimme the other, gimme the other
    Night to night
    Gimme the other, gimme the other world

    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

    Jungle life
    You're far away from nothing
    It's all right
    You won't miss home

    Take a chance
    Leave everything behind you
    Come and join me
    Won't be sorry
    It's easy to survive

    Jungle life
    We're living in the open
    All alone like Tarzan Boy

    Hide and seek
    We play along while rushing cross the forest
    Monkey business on a sunny afternoon

    Night to night
    Gimme the other, gimme the other
    Chance tonight
    Oh Yeah
    Night to night
    Gimme the other, gimme the other
    Night to night
    You won't play
    Night to night
    Gimme the other, gimme the other
    Chance tonight
    Oh Yeah
    Night to night
    Night to night
    Gimme the other, gimme the other

    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    (Repeat)



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    Music Must Change
    Composer(s): Pete Townshend
    Performer(s): The Who



    Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound
    Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
    When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
    It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists

    But the high has to rise from the low
    Like volcanoes explode through the snow
    The mosquito's sting brings a dream
    But the poisons derange

    The music must change
    For we're chewing a bone
    We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
    Then we dropped like a stone
    Like the tide and the waves
    Growing slowly in range
    Crushing mountains as old as the Earth
    So the music must change

    Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body's like ice
    The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice
    And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams
    I realize now it was really the sound of your screams

    But death always leads into life
    But the street fighter swallows the knife
    Am I so crazy to feel that it's here prearranged?

    The music must change
    It's gets higher and higher
    Smouldering like leaves in the sun
    Then it bursts into fire
    Its rhythm grows strong
    It's so new and so strange
    Like bells in the clouds, then again
    The music must change

    But is this song so different?
    Am I doing it all again?
    It may have been done before
    But then music's an open door

    Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound
    Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found
    When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists
    It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists

    But the high has to rise from the low
    Like volcanoes explode through the snow
    The mosquito's sting brings a dream
    But the poison's derange

    The music must change
    For we're chewing a bone
    We soared like the sparrow hawk flied
    Then we dropped like a stone
    Like the tide and the waves
    Growing slowly in range
    Crushing mountains as old as the Earth
    So the music must change



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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