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  • 22-10-1973
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Really And Truly
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    Really And Truly
    Composer(s): Jack Popplewell - Michael Carr
    Performer(s): Vera Lynn



    Constant for ever, my love for you
    As the blue of a tropic lagoon
    As the flight
    Through the night
    Of the moon

    Really and truly I love you
    No-one I cherish above you!
    Even the light of a star
    Fades at the sight of the dream that you are!

    Really and truly my poor heart
    Bows in surrender to your heart
    I love no other but you
    Oh really and truly I do!

    Really and truly my poor heart
    Bows in surrender to your heart
    I love no other but you
    Believe me darling
    Really and truly I do!



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    Canoítas Tristes Composer(s): Horacio Guarany - Ciro Rodolfo Ovejero Performer(s): Horacio Guarany



    Llanto que se va en la tarde buscando dónde anidar lleva río abajo el canto de esta pena vieja de mi Litoral ... Guitarreando una esperanza sauce y viento llevaran galopando, la nostalgia del gurí dolido de tanto remar! Sangra el ceibo al besar el sol! Su garganta quiere cantar Canoitas tristes, siempre río abajo canten en vez de llorar! Liñador del alma, el viento quiere ser un pescador y arrojar sobre la pena del mudo ranchito, su pesca mayor Despeinando su tristeza camalotales en flor aguas arriba, cantando alzarán un día su ardiente verdor! Sangra el ceibo al besar el sol! Su garganta quiere cantar Canoitas tristes, siempre río abajo canten en vez de llorar!



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    Ferme Tes Jolis Yeux
    Composer(s): Virgile Thomas; René de Buxeuil
    Performer(s): Berthe Sylva;
    and various other artists



    Dans son petit lit blanc et rose
    Suzette jase en souriant
    Elle babille mille choses
    A sa douce et chère maman
    Mais, chut, il faut dormir bien vite
    Nous avons assez bavarde
    Faites dodo chère petite
    Car petit père va gronder
    Et tout en berçant la gamine
    La mère lui chante câline

    {Refrain:}
    Ferme tes jolis yeux
    Car les heures sont brèves
    Au pays merveilleux
    Au beau pays du rêve
    Ferme tes jolis yeux
    Car tout n'est que mensonge
    Le bonheur n'est qu'un songe
    Ferme tes jolis yeux

    Dans sa chambre de jeune fille
    Suzette devant son miroir
    A l'heure où l'étoile scintille
    Vient se contempler chaque soir
    Elle admire sa gorge ronde
    Son corps souple comme un roseau
    Et dans sa tête vagabonde
    Naissent mille désirs nouveaux
    Laisse là tes folles idées
    Gentille petite poupée
    {au Refrain}

    Enfin c'est le bonheur suprême
    L'instant cher et tant désiré
    Avec le fiancé qu'elle aime
    Suzon vient de se marier
    Et le soir dans la chambre close
    Quand sonne l'heure du berger
    Elle laisse, pudique et rose
    S'effeuiller la fleur d'oranger
    Puis elle écoute avec tendresse
    Son époux chanter plein d'ivresse
    {au Refrain}




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    21-10-1973
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    Scrub Me Mama With A Boogie Beat
    Composer(s): Don Raye
    Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
    and multiple other artists



    In Harlem there's a little place where everyone goes
    To see the way a washerwoman washes her clothes
    If you like boogie woogie rhythm, she's got a beat
    Let the boogie woogie washerwoman give you a treat!

    On every afternoon at one the sessions begin
    And all the boys from all the bands come down and sit in
    They sit around and knock each other out when they play
    While the boogie woogie washerwoman washes all day

    Rubbley-ub-dub, that's just the way she rubs
    Rubbley-ub-dub, that's just the way she scrubs
    Rubbley-ub-dub, she wears out all her dubs
    She rubs and rubs her knuckles right down to the nubs!

    Rubbley-ub-dub, that's how she kicks it off
    Rubbley-ub-dub, she keeps it nice and soft
    Rubbley-ub-dub, till someone hollers on
    "Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!"

    You really ought to visit there if you've never been
    It doesn't cost a penny, just come down and walk in
    If you like boogie woogie rhythm, you'll get a treat
    Let the boogie woogie washerwoman give you the beat!

    Rub rub rub rub, a-rubbin' all day
    She's a-scrubbin' a boogie woogir rhythm all day!
    Scrub, rub, a-washin' all day
    Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!

    Scrub me mama, scrub me clean
    And let me dream till
    Rubbley-ub-dub, that's the way she scrubs
    Rubs rubs rubs, rubbib' along
    Singin' a baloogie woogie song

    Toot-toot-toot-doodley-ah-dah!
    That's how she kicks it off
    Ti-diddley-ah-hah!
    She keeps it nice and soft
    Ti-diddley-ah-hah!
    To someone, all is all
    Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!

    You really ought to visit there if you've never been
    It doesn't cost a penny, just come down and walk in
    If you like boogie woogie rhythm, you will get a treat
    Let the boogie woogie washerwoman give you a treat!
    Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cannonball

    Cannonball



    Barrelin' down the highway
    Wheelin' right along
    Hear the tires hummin'
    Hummin' out a song
    The rumble of the diesel
    The shiftin' of the gears
    The rhythm when he's rollin'
    It's music to his ears
    Cannonba-a-a-ll! Cannonba-a-a-ll!

    Any kind of weather
    Any time of day
    When the rig is ready
    He'll be on his way
    He'll carry any cargo
    He'll go anywhere
    Name the destination
    And brother, he'll be there
    Cannonba-a-a-ll! Cannonba-a-a-ll!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Feriantes
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    Feriantes
    Composer(s): Sellés; Portolés
    Performer(s): Raphael



    Otra vez la carreta siguio su andar
    Muy atras el pueblito quedo
    Otra vez el silencio y la soledad
    En el alma la niña sintio

    Otra vez las estrellas la ven llorar
    Y callar su secreto de amor
    En el barro del camino
    Se mancho su corazon

    Y mañana tendra que reir
    Y a otros pueblos sus cantos llevar
    Y de noche a su carro
    De nuevo a llorar




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    20-10-1973
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    The Boogie Man
    Composer(s): Kinky Friedman - Panama Red
    Performer(s): Kinky Friedman



    Oh the boogie man, gonna get you an'
    Snatch you up and whip you off to Boogie land
    If you don't watch out
    He'll make you scream and shout
    He's gonna have them ants crawlin' in your pants
    With them creatures in your seat
    you're gonna get up on your feet
    You know you gotta dance
    To the Boogie Man
    He the Boogie Man

    Well the boogie man got a little piece of land
    Got a mean ol lady keep him gentle as a lamb
    Got a dog named Frog and a VW van
    And the neighbors all think he's a insurance man
    But when the stars come out, the kids all shout
    Hey bring him out, bring him out
    He picks up his guitar and there's a change inside
    From the good Doctor Jekyll to the B-a-d Mr Hyde



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cannibals
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    Cannibals
    Composer(s): Mark Knopfler
    Performer(s): Mark Knopfler



    Well he's daddy's little boy he plays with his toys
    He holds on to his daddy's hand
    His daddy says Sonny you're a big strong boy
    You're gonna be a big strong man
    And they go play catch they go play ball
    They go take a walk along the sand
    Big strong daddy and a big strong boy
    Living in a big strong land

    Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
    Daddy can I have a dinosaur
    Once upon a time there were cannibals
    Now there are no cannibals any more

    Down in Louisiana there's a hurricane coming
    The little boy climbs the stairs
    And all along the levee all the people come running
    And the little boy's saying his prayers
    And a sleepy little laddie smiles up at his daddy
    And he's asking for his G.I. Joe
    And daddy tucks him in with a kiss upon the chin
    And says my little one I love you so

    Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
    Leave a light outside the door
    Once upon a time there were cannibals
    Now there are no cannibals any more

    Lay down your head now don't get out of bed
    Don't you let the bedbugs bite
    It's time to go to sleep now not another peep
    And I'll see you in the morning light
    And then the radio was playing and the weatherman was saying
    The hurricane had blown away
    And daddy's little boy was jumping up for joy
    And he was singing at the break of day

    Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
    Daddy can I be a warrior
    Once upon a time there were cannibals
    Now there are no cannibals any more

    Yeah daddy is he a goodie or a baddie
    Daddy why do people go to war
    Once upon a time there were cannibals
    Now there are no cannibals any more



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fensch Vallée
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    Fensch Vallée
    Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
    Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



    Viens petite sœur au blanc manteau
    Viens c'est la ballade des copeaux
    Viens petite girl in red blue jean
    Viens c'est la descente au fond de la mine
    Viens donc grand shootée du désespoir
    Viens donc visiter mes laminoirs
    Viens donc chevaucher les grands rouleaux
    Et t'coincer la tête dans un étau
    Viens petite femme de St-Tropez
    Nous on fume la came par les cheminées
    Et si le bonheur n'est pas en retard
    Il arrive avec son gros cigare

    Viens dans ce pays
    Viens voir où j'ai grandi
    Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort
    Sont tatoués sur mes bras comme tout ce décor
    Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille
    Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville

    Viens petite bourgeoise demoiselle
    Visiter la plage aux de Wendel
    Ici pour trouver l'Eldorado
    Il faut une shooteuse ou un marteau
    La vallée d'la Fensch ma chérie
    C'est l'Colorado en plus petit
    Y a moins de chevaux et de condors
    Mais ça fait quand même autant de morts
    Ma belle femelle de métal
    Je t'invite dans mon carnaval
    Ici la cadence c'est vraiment trop
    Ici y a pas d'place pour les manchots

    Viens dans mon pays
    Viens voir où j'ai grandi
    Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort
    Sont tatoués sur mes bras comme tout ce décor
    Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille
    Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville

    Tu ne connais pas, mais t'imagines
    C'est vraiment magnifique une usine
    C'est plein de couleurs et plein de cris
    C'est plein d'étincelles surtout la nuit
    C'est vraiment dommage que les artistes
    Qui font le spectacle soient si tristes
    Autrefois y avait des rigolos
    Ils ont tous fini dans un lingot
    Le ciel a souvent des teintes étranges
    Le nom des patelins s'termine par ..ange
    C'est un vieux pays pas très connu
    Y a pas de touristes dans les rues

    Viens dans mon pays
    Viens voir où j'ai grandi
    Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort
    Sont tatoués sur ma peau comme tout ce décor
    Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille
    Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville

    Viens petite sœur au blanc manteau
    Viens c'est la ballade des copeaux
    Viens petite girl in red blue jean
    Viens c'est la descente au fond d'la mine
    Viens c'est la descente au fond d'la mine




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    19-10-1973
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    The Bonnie Blue Flag
    Composer(s): Harry McCarthy
    Performer(s): Douglas Jimerson
    and multiple other artists



    We are a band of brothers
    Native to the soil
    Fighting for the property
    We gained by honest toil
    And when our rights were threatened
    The cry rose near and far
    Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
    That bears a single star!

    Hurrah! Hurrah!
    For Southern rights, Hurrah!
    Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
    That bears a single star!

    As long as the Union
    Was faithful to her trust
    Like friends and brethren
    kind were we, and just
    But now, when Northern treachery
    Attempts our rights to mar
    We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue flag
    That bears a single star

    First gallant South Carolina
    Nobly made the stand
    Then came Alabama
    And took her by the hand
    Next, quickly, Mississippi
    Georgia, and Florida
    All raised on high the Bonnie Blue flag
    That bears a single star

    Ye men of valor gather round
    The banner of the right
    Texas and fair Louisiana
    Join us in the fight
    Davis, our loved President
    And Stephens statesmen are
    Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag
    That bears a single star

    And here's to brave Virginia
    The Old Dominion State
    With the young Confederacy
    At length has linked her fate
    Impelled by her example
    Now other States prepare
    To hoist on high the Bonnie Blue flag
    That bears a single star

    Then here's to our Confederacy
    Strong we are and brave
    Like patriots of old we'll fight
    Our heritage to save
    And rather than submit to shame
    To die we would prefer
    So cheer for the Bonnie Blue flag
    That bears a single star

    Then cheer, boys, cheer
    Raise a joyous shout
    For Arkansas and North Carolina
    Now have both gone out
    And let another rousing cheer
    For Tennessee be given
    The single star of the Bonnie Blue Flag
    Has grown to be eleven!



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Canned Music
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    Canned Music
    Composer(s): Dan Hicks
    Performer(s): Dan Hicks; Nick DeCaro



    Canned music, canned music, playing on the radio
    Canned music, canned music, with out a doubt it doesn't go
    Favorites on the jukebox are only half the show when it's
    Canned music, canned music

    A little before she left me, I asked her what it's all about
    She said I feel like dancin', She feel like stepping out
    I took her with the van, where the band was on the stand, playin'
    Live music live music

    She got us on the dance floor, to me it was a sight
    I never seen my baby movin', like the moves she made on me that night
    I did not have a chance the way that music made me dance, it was ah
    Live music, live music

    The rhythm was all around us, we was really steppin' out
    My baby said I'm livin' for this music, I asked her what it's all about
    She said I'm just a silly girl, this stuff has got me in a whirl
    It's just some live music, live music

    And that was the night she left me, danced herself into my memory
    My baby had to leave me for the drummer, I guess I'll never solve that mystery
    I think I've learned my lesson just don't get too near the band when it's
    Live music, live music

    A little before she left me, I asked her what it's all about
    She said she feel like dancin', she feel like steppin' out



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fennimores Lied
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    Fennimores Lied
    Composer(s): Georg Kaiser; Kurt Weill
    Performer(s): Ute Lemper



    Ich bin eine arme Verwandte
    und gehöre zu andern dazu
    Ach, wenn sich doch keiner um mich kümmern wollte!
    Doch das tuen Onkel und Tante
    und nichts freut sie, was ich auch tu'
    Das ist kein Leben, das ist nur verdruß
    den man, was soll denn werden, ertragen muß

    Ich hab' einen Koffer voll Habe
    den schleppe ich überall hin
    Ach, wenn ich mich doch seiner entledigen könnte!
    Weil ich mir die Finger wund schabe
    und auch nicht die Kräftigste bin

    Und nirgends will man mich behalten
    weil ich nirgends gern geseh'n bin
    Am liebsten möchte ich einfach weglaufen
    und mein bißchen Dasein verwalten
    nach meinem eigenen Sinn!
    Denn das ist kein Leben, das ist nur Verdruß
    den man, was soll denn werden, ertragen muß

    Manchmal könnt' ich das träumen
    ich wäre gar nicht verwandt
    Und keiner dürfte mich holen und schicken
    ich müßte mich nicht mehr ducken und bücken
    ich drückte dem Nächsten freudig die Hand
    ich bin ja nicht mit ihm verwandt
    Ach, das wär ein Leben, das wär ein Genuß
    wenn man vergessen könnte, daß man verwandt sein muß




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    18-10-1973
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    The Bombardier Song
    Composer(s): Lorenz Hart - Richard Rodgers
    Performer(s): Bing Crosby



    The weather's fine for flying
    The fog has gone to bed
    There's such good visibility
    You can see victory ahead
    Let's fill the air with Eagles
    Let's fill the clouds with men
    And we will see a world that's free
    When we fly home again
    Said the bombardier to the pilot
    Well give us a little ride
    The pilot said to the navigator
    Why don't you slide inside
    The navigator he looked around and said to the engineer
    Ah your hands are dirty
    your pants are dirty
    you're dirty behind the ear
    Said the bombardier to the gunner
    well how are we fixed for lead
    The pilot said to the radioman
    how's the weather ahead
    Said the bombardier to the pilot
    Hand us that pretty crate
    5 degrees to the right'll make it
    Just as sure as fate
    The ship belonged to the bombardier
    who opened his little bag
    He saw the target and locked the target
    and suddenly (bombs away)
    Said the bombardier to the pilot
    Call it a day, and then
    the pilot said to the radioman
    say we done it again
    The weather's fine for flying
    The fog has gone to bed
    There's such good visibility
    You can see victory ahead
    Let's fill the air with Eagles
    Let's fill the clouds with men
    And we shall see a world that's free
    When we fly home again
    Let's fill the air with Eagles
    Let's fill the clouds with men
    And we will see a world that's free
    When we fly home again



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Canned Goods
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    Canned Goods
    Composer(s): Greg Brown
    Performer(s): Greg Brown



    Well let the wild winter wind bellow and blow
    I'm as warm as a July tomato
    There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
    Supper ready, everybody come on in
    Taste a little of the summer
    Taste a little of the summer
    Taste a little of the summer
    Grandma put it all in jars

    Well there's a root cellar, fruit cellar down below
    Watch your head now, and down we go
    There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
    Supper ready, everybody come on in
    Taste a little of the summer
    Taste a little of the summer
    Taste a little of the summer
    Grandma put it all in jars

    Well maybe you are weary and you don't give a damn
    I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam
    There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
    Supper ready, everybody come on in
    Taste a little of the summer
    Taste a little of the summer
    Taste a little of the summer
    Grandma put it all in jars

    Oh, she got magic in her, you know what I mean
    She puts the sun and rain in with her beans
    There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
    Supper ready, everybody come on in
    Taste a little of the summer
    Taste a little of the summer
    Taste a little of the summer
    Grandma put it all in jars

    What with the snow and the economy and everything
    I think I'll just stay down here and eat until spring
    There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
    Supper ready, everybody come on in
    Taste a little of the summer
    Taste a little of the summer
    Taste a little of the summer
    Grandma put it all in jars

    When I go down to see Grandma, I gain a lot a weight
    With her dear hands she gives me plate after plate
    She cans the pickles, sweet and dill
    And the songs of the whippoorwill
    And the morning dew and the evening moon
    I really gotta go down and see her soon
    Cause the canned goods that I buy at the store
    Ain't got the summer in 'em anymore
    You bet Grandma as sure as you're born
    I'll take some more potatoes and a thunder storm

    There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin
    Supper ready, everybody come on in
    Taste a little of the summer
    Taste a little of the summer
    Taste a little of the summer
    Grandma put it all in jars



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Fenesta Che Lucive
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    Fenesta Che Lucive
    Composer(s): Guglielmo Cottrau;
    Giulio Genoino; Mariano Paolella
    Performer(s): Mario Lanza



    Fenesta che lucive e mò non luci
    Sign' è ca Nenna mia stace ammalata
    S'affaccia la sorella e me lo dice
    Nennella toja è morta e s'è atterrata
    Chiagneva sempe ca dormeva sola, ah!
    Mò duorme co li muorte accompagnata!
    Mò duorme co li muorte accompagnata!
    Mò duorme co li muorte accompagnata!

    Va nella chiesa e scuopre lo tavuto
    Vide Nennella toja comm' è tornata
    Da chella vocca che nasceano sciure
    Mò n'esceno li vierme, oh che piatate!
    Zi Parrocchiano mio, abbice cura
    Na lampa sempe tienece allumata
    Na lampa sempe tienece allumata
    Na lampa sempe tienece allumata




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    17-10-1973
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    De Cirkel
    ((Adapted from: The Circle Game (Ian & Sylvia) - 1967))
    Composer(s): Joni Mitchell - Raoul Van Bambost
    Performer(s): Miek en Roel - 1970



    Vandaag nog lacht het kind luid om het wonder
    Van snelle waterjuffers in het riet
    't schrikt nog voor de bliksem en de donder
    en 't schreit als het een staartster vallen ziet

    Het kind wiegt weg en weer met de getijden
    't wordt groter met het wassen van het meer
    Eens zullen zijn dromen hem bevrijden
    Van leugens en beloftes van weleer

    De seizoenen vliegen weg en weer
    De houten paarden gaan op en neer
    Wij draaien op de molen van de tijd
    We tollen rond, kunnen niet terug
    Het heden vliegt voorbij
    Want het rad draait rond en rond
    In de eeuwigheid

    Lente komt voor zomer,herfst voor winter
    Zestien jaren liepen 't kind voorbij
    Men zegt hem: neem je tijd,het duurt niet lang meer
    Voor jij het rad vertraagt en dan ben je vrij...

    De seizoenen vliegen weg en weer
    De houten paarden gaan op en neer
    Wij draaien op de molen van de tijd
    We tollen rond, kunnen niet terug
    Het heden vliegt voorbij
    Want het rad draait rond en rond
    In de eeuwigheid

    Jaren kwamen langs, mijn zoon is twintig
    Zijn dromen onherkenbaar door de tijd
    Morgen maakt hij nieuwe,misschien betere
    De toekomst heeft hem door haar spel verleid

    De seizoenen vliegen weg en weer
    De houten paarden gaan op en neer
    Wij draaien op de molen van de tijd
    We tollen rond, kunnen niet terug
    Het heden vliegt voorbij
    Want het rad draait rond en rond
    In de eeuwigheid



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    Cannabis Composer(s): Jean-Claude Vannier - Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Jean-Claude Vannier; Todd Bishop



    La mort a pour moi le visage d'une enfant
    Au regard transparent
    Son corps habile au raffinement de l'amour
    Me prendras pour toujours
    Elle m'appelle par mon nom
    Quand soudain je perds la raison
    Est-ce un maléfice
    Ou l'effet subtil du cannabis?
    Elle m'appelle par mon nom
    Quand soudain je perds la raison
    Est-ce un maléfice
    Ou l'effet subtil du cannabis?
    La mort ouvrant sous moi ses jambes et ses bras
    S'est refermée sur moi
    Son corps m'arrache enfin les râles du plaisir
    Et mon dernier soupir



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Femmes, Je Vous Aime
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    Femmes, Je Vous Aime
    Composer(s): Claude Barzotti; A.M. Gaspard
    Performer(s): Claude Barzotti



    Elles vous font faire des enfants qu'elles emmènent en s'en allant
    Les femmes vous prennent et puis vous jettent sont bien plus machos que les mecs
    Où sont les femmes d'autre fois qui ne nous coupaient pas en trois
    Le père, le mari et l'amant, c'était le même en d'autres temps

    Un jour elles ont tout voulu et on leur a tout accordé
    Nous sommes les dindons, les cocus de leur nouvelle liberté
    Où êtes-vous femmes d'antans qui savaient faire en même temps
    Et les enfants, et les tartines, et la tendresse et la cuisine

    Oh ! femmes, femmes, femmes
    On vous aimait pourtant plus un homme ne vous comprend
    Femmes, femmes, femmes
    Qu'avez-vous fait de nous nous sommes là regardez-nous
    Femmes, on ne comprend plus rien du tout, on ne sait plus à quoi on joue
    Femmes, plus aucun homme ne sait vraiment ce que vous voulez et comment
    Femmes, femmes, femmes

    Le temps de vouloir vivre à deux, vous voilà déjà reparties
    Le temps d'avoir ce que l'on veut, on n'en a déjà plus envie
    Où sont donc les femmes d'avant, celles qui nous laissaient le temps
    De leur faire un moment la cour avant de leur faire l'amour

    Oh! femmes, femmes, femmes
    On vous aimait pourtant plus un homme ne vous comprend
    Femmes, femmes, femmes
    Qu'avez-vous fait de nous nous sommes là regardez-nous
    Femmes, on ne comprend plus rien du tout, on ne sait plus à quoi on joue
    Femmes, plus aucun homme ne sait vraiment ce que vous voulez et comment
    Femmes, femmes, femmes

    Femmes, femmes, femmes, femmes, femmes
    Femmes, femmes, femmes, femmes, femmes

    Oh, femmes, je vous aime




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    16-10-1973
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    The Bold Pedlar And Robin Hood
    (Traditional)



    There chanced to be a Pedlar bold
    A Pedlar bold there chanced to be
    He put his pack all on his back
    And so merrily trudged over the lea

    By chance he met two troublesome men
    Two troublesome men they chanced to be
    The one of them was bold Robin Hood
    And the other was little John so free

    O Pedlar, Pedlar, what is in thy pack?
    Come speedily and tell to me
    I've several suits of the gay green silks
    And silken bowstrings by two or three

    If you have several suits of the gay green silk
    And silken bowstrings two or three
    Then, by my body, cries little John
    One half of your pack shall belong to me

    O nay, O nay, said the pedlar bold
    O nay, O nay, that can never be
    For there's never a man from fair Nottingham
    Can take one half my pack from me

    Then the Pedlar he pulled off his pack
    And put it a little below his knee
    Saying, If you do move me one perch from this
    My pack and all shall gang with thee

    Then little John he drew his sword
    The Pedlar by his pack did stand
    They fought until they both did sweat
    Till he cried, Pedlar, pray hold your hand

    Then Robin Hood he was standing by
    And he did laugh most heartily
    Saying, I could find a man of smaller scale
    Could thrash the Pedlar and also thee

    Go you try, master, says little John
    Go you try, master, most speedily
    For by my body, says little John
    I am sure this night you will know me

    Then Robin Hood he drew his sword
    And the pedlar by his pack did stand
    They fought till the blood in streams did flow
    Till he cried, Pedlar, pray hold your hand

    O Pedlar, Pedlar, what is thy name?
    Come speedily and tell to me
    Come, my name I ne'er will tell
    Till both your names you have told to me

    The one of us is bold Robin Hood
    And the other is little John so free
    Now, says the Pedlar, it lays to my good will
    Whether my name I choose to tell to thee

    I am Gamble Gold of the gay green woods
    And I travelled far beyond the sea
    For killing a man in my father's land
    And from my country was forced to flee

    If you are Gamble Gold of the gay green woods
    And travelled far beyond the sea
    You are my mother's own sister's son
    What nearer cousins can we be?

    They sheathed their swords, with friendly words
    So merrily they did agree
    They went to a tavern and there they dined
    And cracked bottles most merrily



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cane Toad Blues
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    Cane Toad Blues
    Performer(s): Tim Finn



    Cane toads are coming, cane toads are coming
    Main roads are humming with the cane toad blues
    Cane toads are coming, cane toads are coming
    Main roads are humming with the cane toad blues
    Cane toads...
    When are you gonna leave me alone?
    Heading south
    Like a case of foot and mouth
    Cane toads...
    You're supposed to set us free
    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    Cane toads are coming, cane toads are coming...
    Main roads are humming with the cane toad blues
    Cane toads are coming, cane toads are coming
    Main roads are humming with the cane toad blues
    Cane toads
    ba, pa, da...
    da, pa, da, pa, da, da, da

    Cane toads
    You go chomp and live in the swamp
    Yeah
    Cane toads
    You're supposed to set us free
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Cane toads are coming
    Main roads are humming with the cane toad blues
    Cane toads are coming, cane toads are coming
    Main roads are humming with the cane toad blues
    Yeah.........



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