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  • 29-08-1972
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    Télégramme
    Composer(s): Michel Emer
    Performer(s): Edith Piaf



    C'est un télégramme pour Marie Belage
    Dans la cour, escalier B, cinquième étage
    Troisième porte à gauche, deux marches à descendre
    Frapper fort pour qu'elle puisse vous entendre

    Le p'tit facteur grimpe quatre à quatre
    Un vieille demoiselle vient ouvrir
    D'une voix dure et acariâtre
    Elle dit "merci" puis se retire
    Elle ouvre en tremblant la dépêche
    En général, on n'aime pas ça
    Elle lit tout haut, la gorge sèche
    Puis elle relit dix fois tout bas
    "Serai Orly - huit heures - deux mai -
    Suis impatient - suis fou de joie -
    Je vous adore plus que jamais -
    Amour - baisers - signé - ...François..."

    Elle retourne vingt ans en arrière
    Comme ils s'aimaient, il y a vingt ans
    Mais ses parents hélas, le refusèrent
    Il n'avait pas un sou vaillant
    "Je reviendrai fortune faite"
    Lui a-t-il dit
    "Je t'attendrai
    Je veux aussi que tu promettes
    Que tu ne m'oublieras jamais"
    Il est parti - les mois, les années passent
    Elle est toute seule devant la vie
    Beauté, fraîcheur, jeunesse... tout s'efface
    Et plus d'argent, donc plus d'amis...

    Les voyageurs arrivant du Mexique
    Ah le voilà! Comme il est grand!
    Ses tempes grises lui donnent l'air poétique
    Il est plus beau qu'il y a vingt ans
    Elle est toute pâle et ses mains brûlent
    Comme il bat fort son pauvre cœur
    Il vient vers elle, il la bouscule
    "J'vous demande pardon!... Dites-moi, porteur!
    Je cherche une dame élégante et très belle
    De grands yeux bleus, des cheveux blonds
    Plutôt petite... Attendez! J'crois que c'est elle...
    Ah! Non, ce n'est pas elle...
    J'vous demande pardon!..."

    Vous n'auriez pas vu une dame blonde -
    Elégante - très belle -
    Vous n'auriez pas vu une dame blonde -
    Elégante - très belle -
    Vous n'auriez pas vu...



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    My Happiness
    Composer(s): Betty Peterson; Borney Bergantine
    Performer(s): Connie Francis
    and various other artists



    Evening shadows make me blue
    When each weary day is through
    How I long to be with you
    My happiness

    Every day I reminesce
    Dreaming of your tender kiss
    Always thinking how I miss
    My happiness

    A million years it seems
    Have gone by since we shared our dreams
    But I'll hold you again
    There'll be no blue memories then

    Whether skies are grey or blue
    Any place on earth will do
    Just as long as I'm with you
    My happiness

    A million years it seems
    Have gone by since we shared our dreams
    But I'll hold you again
    There'll be no blue memories then

    Whether skies are grey or blue
    Any place on earth will do
    Just as long as I'm with you
    My happiness



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Goodbye Sadness
    ((Portuguese Version: Tristeza (Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66)) Performer(s): Astrud Gilberto & Walter Wanderly Trio



    La la la-la la The big sadness the heart feels Let it leave mine forever Let my lips sing again From this day on my days are days of sun and roses My life's a carnival of song From this day on my dear the door to sorrow closes This day when you came along La la la-la la The big sadness the heart feels Let it leave mine forever Let my lips sing again From this day on my days are days of sun and roses My life's a carnival of song From this day on my dear the door to sorrow closes This day when you came along



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    28-08-1972
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    Kashmiri Song
    Composer(s): Amy Woodforde-Finden
    Performer(s): Maggie Teyet
    and multiple other artists



    Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar
    Where are you now, who lies beneath your spell
    Who do you lead on rapture's roadway far
    Before you agonise them in farewell
    Before you agonise them in farewell

    Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar
    Where are you now, where are you now

    Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float
    On those cool waters where we used to dwell
    I would have rather felt you round my throat
    Crushing out life, than waving me farewell
    Crushing out life, than waving me farewell

    Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar
    Where are you now, where are you now



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    My Handy Man
    Composer(s): Andy Razaf; Eubie Blake
    Performer(s): Ethel Waters
    and various other artists



    Whoever said a good man is hard to find
    Positively, absolutely sure was blind
    I've found the best man there ever was
    Here's just some of the things that my man does

    Why he shakes my ashes, greases my griddle
    Chimes my butter and he strokes my fiddle
    My man is such a handy man (oh yes he is)

    He threads my needle, creams my wheat
    Heats my heater and he chops my meat
    My man is such a handy man

    Now I don't care if you believe it or not
    He's so good to have around
    And when my furnace gets too hot
    He's right there and turns my damper down

    Why for everything he's got a scheme
    You oughta see that new stuff he uses on my machine
    That man is such a handy man (he's God's gift girls)

    Why he flaps my flapjacks, cleans off my table
    Feeds my horses out in my stable
    That man is such a handy man, mmm yeah

    Sometimes he's up long before the dawn
    Busy trimmin' the rough edges off my front lawn
    Yeah that man is such a handy man

    Why you know he never has a single word to say
    No, not while he's working hard
    And I wished that you could see the way
    He handles my front yard

    Yeah you know my ice don't get a chance to melt away
    'Cause he sees that I get that fresh piece every day
    My man, my man is such a handy man
    And I ain't kiddin'!



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    Goodbye Roseland
    Composer(s): Dennis DeYoung
    Performer(s): Styx



    A busy airport in a boring town
    You bought your ticket and I knew you meant it
    While we stood in line we didn’t even try

    Three car crash on a two lane bridge
    We never really had an understanding
    I’m really glad it’s over now
    Goodbye…

    All you are is part of yesterday
    Just a headline on some wrapping paper
    Still in the end it turned out to be a lie

    Now there’s nothing standing in my way
    Not even memories of the few good moments
    I carry nothing—I’m so light that I could fly
    Goodbye…




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    27-08-1972
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    Telegram Sam
    Composer(s): Marc Bolan
    First release by: T. Rex - 1972
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Telegram Sam Telegram Sam
    You're my main man

    Golden Nose Slim Golden Nose Slim
    I know's where you' ve bin
    Purple Pie Pete Purple Pie Pete
    Your lips are like lightning
    Girls melt in the heat

    Telegram Sam
    You're my main man
    Telegram Sam
    You're my main man

    Bobby's alright Bobby's alright
    He's a natural born poet
    He's just outa sight
    Jungle faced Jake
    Jungle faced Jake
    I say make no mistake
    About Jungle faced Jake

    Automatic shoes
    Automatic shoes
    Give me three D vision
    And the California blues
    Me I funk but I don't care
    I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair

    Telegram Sam Telegram Sam

    I'm a howlin' wolf



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    My Guy
    French Title: Ma Fille
    Composer(s): Smokey Robinson
    Originally performed by: Mary Wells
    Covered by various other artists



    Nothing you could say could take me away from my guy
    Nothing you could do, 'cuz I'm stuck like glue to my guy

    I'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter
    Like birds of a feather we stick together

    I'm telling you from the start I can't be torn apart from my guy

    As a matter of opinion I think he's tops
    My opinion is he's the cream of the crop
    As a matter of taste to be exact
    He's my ideal as a matter of fact

    No muscle bound man could take my hand from my guy
    No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy
    He may not be a movie star
    But when it comes to being happy we are

    I'm telling you from the start I can't be torn apart from my guy



    Categorie:Eng. Songs
    Tags:Mary Wells

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Goodbye Pork Pie Hat
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    Goodbye Pork Pie Hat
    Composer(s): Charles Mingus; Joni Mitchell
    Performer(s): Charles Mingus;
    and various other artists



    When Charlie speaks of Lester
    You know someone great has gone
    The sweetest swinging music man
    Had a Porkie Pig hat on
    A bright star
    In a dark age
    When the bandstands had a thousand ways
    Of refusing a black man admission
    Black musician
    In those days they put him in an
    Underdog position
    Cellars and chitlins'

    When Lester took him a wife
    Arm and arm went black and white
    And some saw red
    And drove them from their hotel bed
    Love is never easy
    It's short of the hope we have for happiness
    Bright and sweet
    Love is never easy street!
    Now we are black and white
    Embracing out in the lunatic New York night
    It's very unlikely we'll be driven out of town
    Or be hung in a tree
    That's unlikely!

    Tonight these crowds
    Are happy and loud
    Children are up dancing in the streets
    In the sticky middle of the night
    Summer serenade
    Of taxi horns and fun arcades
    Where right or wrong
    Under neon
    Every feeling goes on!
    For you and me
    The sidewalk is a history book
    And a circus
    Dangerous clowns
    Balancing dreadful and wonderful perceptions
    They have been handed
    Day by day
    Generations on down

    We came up from the subway
    On the music midnight makes
    To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone
    In taxi horns and brakes
    Now Charlie's down in Mexico
    With the healers
    So the sidewalk leads us with music
    To two little dancers
    Dancing outside a black bar
    There's a sign up on the awning
    It says "Pork Pie Hat Bar"
    And there's black babies dancing
    Tonight




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    26-08-1972
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    Telecide
    Composer(s): Cotton Bend - Fee Waybill - Vince Welnick
    Performer(s): The Tubes



    Listen boys and girls

    About the other world
    It's just a day job
    Night job
    Odd job
    Nose job
    Hand job
    Blow job
    Rack job
    Snow job
    Boring 9-to-5 job
    Rather have a knob job

    Things get too inertial
    No time for commercials
    I'd rather be a clone
    I guess I'm going home
    To visit Kojak
    Gong Show
    Happy Days
    Adam-12
    Edge Of Night
    Love Of Life
    Merv and Mike
    Good Times
    Make A Deal
    Charlie's Angels
    Family Feud

    Feeling so much thinner
    I need a TV dinner
    I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore

    TV suicide
    TV suicide
    What a lovely way to die
    It's a television suicide

    Please stand by
    We're coming to you live
    'Cause we got news
    Hot news
    Flash news
    Trash news
    Funny news
    Stupid news
    Comprehensive overviews
    Eyewitness TV news
    Brought to you by Gucci shoes

    This one is so juicy
    We're pre-empting Lucy

    Coming down the street
    The sound of running feet
    He's at the front door
    Back door
    Side door
    Cellar door
    First floor
    Second floor
    Third floor
    Bedroom door
    Throws himself across the floor
    Turns it on to Channel 4

    Stay tuned to this channel
    For our all-star panel

    I used to know him
    He seemed like a regular guy

    TV suicide
    TV suicide
    What a lovely way to die
    It's another case of telecide

    TV suicide
    TV suicide
    What a lovely way to die
    It's a television suicide



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama
    Composer(s): Frank Zappa
    Originally performed by: Frank Zappa
    Covered by various other artists



    You know, your mama and your daddy
    Saying I'm no good to you
    They call me dirty from the alley
    Till I don't know what to do
    I get so tired of sneakin' around
    Just to get to your back door
    I crawled past the garbage and
    Your mama jumped out, screamin'
    "Don't come back no more"
    I can't take it
    My guitar wants to kill your mama
    My guitar wants to kill your mama
    My guitar wants to burn your dad
    I get real mean when it makes me mad

    Later I tried to call you
    Your mama told me you weren't there
    She told me don't bother to call again
    Unless I cut off all my hair
    I get so tired of sneakin' around
    Just to get to your back door
    I crawled past the garbage and
    Your mama jumped out, screamin'
    "Don't come back no more"

    Later I tried to call you
    Your mama told me you weren't there
    She told me don't bother to call again
    Unless I cut off all my hair
    I get so tired of sneakin' around
    Just to get to your back door
    I crawled past the garbage and
    Your mama jumped out, screamin'
    "Don't come back no more"
    My guitar wants to kill your mama
    My guitar wants to kill your mama
    My guitar wants to burn your dad
    I get real mean when it makes me mad



    Categorie:Eng. Songs
    Tags:Frank Zappa

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    Goodbye Old Paint
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Roy Rogers;
    and various other artists



    Cheyenne, Cheyenne, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne

    Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne

    My foot's in the stirrup, my rein in my hand
    I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, I'm off to Montan'
    Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne

    My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay
    My wagon is loaded and rolling away

    We ride all day ´till the sun´s going down
    I´m gonna be glad to get out of this town




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    25-08-1972
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    Tel Qu'il Est
    Composer(s): Maurice Alexander - Maurice Vander
    Performer(s): Fréhel
    and multiple other artists



    J'avais rêvé d'avoir un homme
    un vrai de vrai, bien balancé
    mais je suis chipée pour la pomme
    d'un avorton, complet'ment j'té
    Ce n'est pas un Apollon mon Jules
    il n'est pas taillé comme un Hercule
    Malgré qu'il ait bien des défauts
    C'est lui que j'ai dans la peau

    Tel qu'il est, il me plaît
    Il me fait de l'effet
    Et je l'aime
    C'est un vrai gringalet
    aussi laid qu'un basset
    mais je l'aime
    Il est bancal
    du coté cérébral
    mais ça m'est bien égal
    qu'il ait l'air anormal

    C'est complet, il est muet
    ses quinquets sont en biais
    C'est un fait que tel qu'il est
    il me plaît

    Il est carré mais ses épaules
    par du carton, sont rembourrées
    Quand il est tout nu ça fait drôle
    On n'en voit plus que la moitié
    Il n'a pas un seul poil sur la tête
    mais il en a plein sur les gambettes
    Et celui qu'il a dans la main
    c'est pas du poil c'est du crin

    Tel qu'il est, il me plaît
    Il me fait de l'effet
    Et je l'aime
    C'est un vrai gringalet
    aussi laid qu'un basset
    mais je l'aime
    Il est bancal
    du coté cérébral
    mais ça m'est bien égal
    qu'il ait l'air anormal

    C'est complet, il est muet
    ses quinquets sont en biais
    C'est un fait que tel qu'il est
    il me plaît

    Le travail pour lui c'est la chose
    la plus sacrée, il y touche pas
    Pour tenir le coup il se dose
    de quintonine, à tous les r'pas
    Ce qui n'est pas marrant c'est qu'il ronfle
    on dirait un pneu qui se dégonfle
    Et quand il faut se bagarrer
    il est encore dégonflé

    Tel qu'il est, il me plaît
    Il me fait de l'effet
    Et je l'aime
    C'est un vrai gringalet
    aussi laid qu'un basset
    mais je l'aime
    Il est bancal
    du coté cérébral
    mais ça m'est bien égal
    qu'il ait l'air anormal

    C'est complet, il est muet
    ses quinquets sont en biais
    C'est un fait que tel qu'il est
    il me plaît



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    My Grandfather's Girl
    Composer(s): Will A. Dillon



    I love her, I love her, and always will, my grandmother dear
    I can see her still
    Her old fashioned bonnet and gingham gown
    when she rode with dear old grandpa into town
    Though she was eighty-two, he loved her fond and true

    Who was it, who was it, on Christmas night
    that filled up your stocking with such delight?
    'twas grandma, 'twas grandma
    I know because, she was always a good old Santa Claus
    The cakes and candies, too, she'd give them all to you

    My grandfather's girl was a grand old girl
    and she lived in the house on the hill
    My granddaddy first met his first little girl
    down by the old red mill
    And together they wandered down the lane
    to the church where she changed her name
    A rare precious pearl was my grandfather's girl
    yes, she was a grand old girl!



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    Goodbye My Love, Goodbye
    French Title: Je T'Aime À En Sourire
    Composer(s): Mario Panas; Klaus Munro; Jack Lloyd
    Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



    Hör den Wind der sein Lied dir singt
    Er weiß, dass ich heute von dir geh'
    Weine nicht wenn der Abschied kommt
    Denn Tränen tun so weh

    Goodbye my love goodbye
    Goodbye auf Wiedersehn
    Die Zeit im Sommersonnenschein
    Mit dir allein, war schön
    Goodbye my love goodbye
    Das Glück wird nie vergehn
    Ich bleib dir treu
    Bis wir uns einmal wiedersehn

    Überall werd ich einsam sein
    Denn dich vergessen kann ich nie
    Nur der Wind er begleitet mich
    Mit seiner Melodie

    Goodbye my love goodbye
    Goodbye auf Wiedersehn
    Die Zeit im Sommersonnenschein
    Mit dir allein, war schön
    Goodbye my love goodbye
    Das Glück wird nie vergehn
    Ich bleib dir treu
    Bis wir uns einmal wiedersehn

    Goodbye my love goodbye
    Goodbye auf Wiedersehn
    Die Zeit im Sommersonnenschein
    Mit dir allein, war schön
    Goodbye my love goodbye
    Das Glück wird nie vergehn
    Ich bleib dir treu
    Bis wir uns einmal wiedersehn




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    24-08-1972
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    Tegen Beter Weten In
    Performer(s): Astrid Nijgh



    Ik was klein en ons tuintje was de wereld
    een zandbak met een schutting eromheen
    Wat erachter was, dat mocht ik zelf verzinnen
    een grote tuin vol bloemen en een zon die altijd scheen
    En dat bleef zo al ontdekte ik ook later
    dat er niets was dan wat onkruid en wat puin
    Want de werkelijkheid heeft immers niets te maken
    met die zelfbedachte echte bloementuin

    Van de wereld was die schutting wel het einde
    van mijn eigen wereld was hij het begin
    En daar bleef ik in geloven
    tegen beter weten in

    Op het lyceum zat ik jarenlang gevangen
    als een vreemde vage vlinder in de klas
    In mijn dagboek schreef ik wilde toekomstdromen
    want na het eindexamen begon het leven pas
    En al liep ik later eenzaam vele blauwtjes
    ergens op een koude kamer in de stad
    Ik wist zeker: morgen zou het echt beginnen
    het grootse leven dat ik voor me had

    Het van vroeger was vandaag altijd het einde
    van iets beters en iets nieuws steeds het begin
    En daar bleef ik in geloven
    tegen beter weten in

    En zo kwam ik steeds bij weer een nieuwe schutting
    met daarachter weer een ander paradijs
    En steeds bleek dat weer een veld vol distels
    En zo werd ik langzaam ouder en heel erg langzaam wijs
    Maar al ben ik dan toch wat men noemt volwassen
    en schuttingen, daar kijk ik overheen
    wanneer ze zeggen: eens wordt alles anders
    en eens dan worden alle mensen een

    En er is geen einde aan het laatste einde
    er is alleen een eeuwig nieuw begin
    dat zal ik dan onmiddellijk geloven
    tegen beter weten in

    Er is geen einde aan het laatste einde
    er is alleen een eeuwig nieuw begin
    dat zal ik altijd wel geloven
    tegen beter weten in
    tegen beter weten in
    tegen beter weten in
    tegen beter weten in



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.My Grandfather's Clock
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    My Grandfather's Clock (aka Grandfather's Clock)
    Composer(s): Henry Clay Work
    Performer(s): Hank Snow
    and various other artists



    My grandfather's clock
    Was too large for the shelf
    So it stood ninety years on the floor
    It was taller by half
    Than the old man himself
    Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
    It was bought on the morn
    Of the day that he was born
    And was always his treasure and pride
    But it stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    Ninety years without slumbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    His life seconds numbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    It stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    In watching its pendulum
    Swing to and fro
    Many hours had he spent while a boy
    And in childhood and manhood
    The clock seemed to know
    And to share both his grief and his joy
    For it struck twenty-four
    When he entered at the door
    With a blooming and beautiful bride
    But it stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    Ninety years without slumbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    His life seconds numbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    It stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    My grandfather said
    That of those he could hire
    Not a servant so faithful he found
    For it wasted no time
    And had but one desire
    At the close of each week to be wound.
    And it kept in its place
    Not a frown upon its face
    And its hand never hung by its side
    But it stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    Ninety years without slumbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    His life seconds numbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    It stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    It rang an alarm
    In the dead of the night
    An alarm that for years had been dumb
    And we knew that his spirit
    Was pluming his flight
    That his hour of departure had come
    Still the clock kept the time
    With a soft and muffled chime
    As we silently stood by his side
    But it stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died

    Ninety years without slumbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    His life seconds numbering
    Tick, tock, tick, tock
    It stopped short
    Never to go again
    When the old man died



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    Goodbye My Love, Goodbye
    French Title: Je T'Aime À En Sourire
    Composer(s): Mario Panas; Klaus Munro; Jack Lloyd
    Performer(s): Demis Roussos;
    and various other artists



    Hear the wind sing a sad old song
    It knows I'm leaving you today
    Please don't cry or my heart will break
    When I go on my way

    Goodbye my love, goodbye
    Goodbye and au revoir
    As long as you'll remember me
    I'll never be too far
    Goodbye my love, goodbye
    I always will be true
    So hold me in your dreams
    Till I come back to you

    See the stars in the skies above
    They'll shine wherever I may roam
    I will pray ev'ry lonely night
    That soon they'll guide me home

    Goodbye my love, goodbye
    Goodbye and aurevoir
    As long as you'll remember me
    I'll never be too far
    Goodbye my love, goodbye
    I always will be true
    So hold me in your dreams
    Till I come back to you ....




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    23-08-1972
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    Teenie Weenie Boppie
    Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
    Performer(s): France Gall; Free Kitten



    Teenie Weenie Boppie
    A pris du LSD
    Un sucre et la voici
    Au bord de la folie

    Une Rolls la frôle de son aile
    Un prince du rock est au volant
    Il lui fait signe agitant vers elle
    Ses fines dentelles et ses volants

    Teenie Weenie Boppie
    A pris du LSD
    Un sucre et la voici
    À terre évanouie

    Un grand garçon en habit sudiste
    Lui tend ses deux mains gantées de blanc
    À son doigt une mauve améthyste
    En la griffant s'est teintée de blanc

    Teenie Weenie Boppie
    A pris du LSD
    Un sucre et la voici
    Déjà à l'agonie

    Que sont ces fleurs aux couleurs exquises
    Qui dérivent au fil du courant
    C'est Mike Jagger qui dans la Tamise
    S'est noyé dans ses beaux vêtements

    Teenie Weenie Boppie
    Est morte dans la nuit
    De quoi, mais d'avoir pris
    Une dose de LSD



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    My Girl's Pussy
    Performer(s): Roger Crumb & His Cheap Suit Serenaders
    and various other artists



    There’s one pet I like to pet
    And every evening, we get set
    I stroke it every chance I get
    It’s my girl’s pussy
    Seldom plays and never purrs
    But I love the thoughts it stirs
    And I like it ‘cause it’s hers
    It’s my girl’s pussy
    Often, it goes out at night – returns at break of dawn
    No matter what the weather’s like, it’s always nice and warm
    I bring tidbits that it loves
    We spoon like two turtledoves
    I take care to remove my gloves
    When stroking my girl’s pussy

    What a precious thing to handle
    No one else could hold a candle
    ********* lovable and sweet!
    There’s one pet I’d like to pet
    And every evening, we get wet
    I stroke it every chance I get
    It’s my girl’s pussy
    Seldom plays and never purrs
    But I like the thoughts it stirs
    And I never mind because it’s hers
    It’s my girl’s pussy
    Often, it goes out at night – returns at break of dawn
    No matter what the weather’s like, it’s always nice and warm!
    Oh, yeah, yeah!
    Never dirty – Always clean
    At giving thrills, it’s never mean
    That it’s the best I’ve ever seen
    It’s my girl’s pussy

    It’s my girl’s pussy

    It’s my girl’s pussy

    It’s my girl’s pussy



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