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  • 16-03-1974
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    The Deadwood Stage
    Composer(s): Sammy Fain - Paul Francis Webster
    Performer(s): Doris Day
    and multiple other artists



    Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-rolling on over the plains
    With the curtains flappin’ and the driver a-snappin’ the reins
    A beautiful sky, a wonderful day
    Whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away

    Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-headin’ on over the hills
    Where the Injun arrows are thicker than porcupine quills
    Dangerous land, no time to delay
    So, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away

    We’re headed straight for town
    Loaded down with a fancy cargo
    Care of Wells & Fargo, Illinois, boy

    Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-comin’ on over the crest
    Like a homing-pigeon that’s a-hankerin’ after its nest
    Twenty-three miles we’ve covered today
    So, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away

    Introducing Henry Miller
    Just as busy as a fizzy sasparilla
    Ain’t a showman any smarter operates the Golden Garter
    When the cream of Deadwood City comes to dine
    And I’m glad to say he’s a friend of mine
    Hi Joe, say, where d’ya get them fancy clothes
    I know, off some fella’s laundry line
    Hi Beau, aren’t you a prairie rose
    Smellin’ like a watermelon vine
    Here’s a man the sheriff watches
    On his gun there’s more than twenty-seven notches
    On the draw there’s no one faster and you’re flirting with disaster
    When Bill Hickok’s reputation you malign
    And I’m glad to say he’s a very good friend of a friend of mine



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Carolina In The Morning
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    Carolina In The Morning Composer(s): Walter Donaldson - Gus Kahn First performance/First recording by: Willie & Eugene Howard - 1922/Marion Harris - 1922 Covered by multiple other artists



    "Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina"

    Wishing is good time wasted
    Still it's a habit they say
    Wishing for sweet's I've tasted
    That's all I do all day
    Maybe there's nothing in wishing
    But, speaking of wishing I'll say

    Nothing could be finer
    Than to be in Carolina
    In the morning

    No one could be sweeter
    Than my sweetie when I meet her
    In the morning

    When the morning glories
    Twine around the door
    Whispering pretty stories
    I long to hear once more
    Strolling with my girlie
    Where the dew is pearly early
    In the morning

    Butterflies all flutter up
    And kiss each little buttercup
    At dawning
    If I had Alladin's lamp
    For only a day
    I'd make a wish
    And here's what I'd say

    Nothing could be finer
    Than to be in Carolina
    In the morning

    Dreaming was meant for night time
    I live in dreams all the day
    I know it's not the right time
    But still I dream away
    What could be sweeter than dreaming
    Just dreazming and drift away

    Nothing could be finer
    Than to be in Carolina
    In the morning

    No one could be sweeter
    Than my sweetie when I meet her
    In the morning

    When the morning glories
    Twine around the door
    Whispering pretty stories
    I long to hear once more
    Strolling with my girlie
    Where the dew is pearly early
    In the morning

    Butterflies all flutter up
    And kiss each little buttercup
    At dawning
    If I had Alladin's lamp
    For only a day
    I'd make a wish
    And here's what I'd say

    Nothing could be finer
    Than to be in Carolina
    In the morning



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    Flamenco Des Flandres
    Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



    Mille ans déjà que je suis là
    Sur la terre des Flandres
    Soldat du roi, sans foi ni loi
    Sans plus rien attendre
    Soldat qui n'a que ses dix doigts
    Pour jouer sur sa guitare
    Le flamenco, dernier écho
    D'un reste de mémoire

    Dans mon pays, là-bas très loin
    Entre la mer et la montagne
    Il y a la fille que j'aimais bien
    Qui devait être ma compagne

    Les filles d'ici sont bien jolies
    On en oublie la guerre
    Leurs yeux sont bleus et leurs cheveux
    Plus blonds que la lumière
    Pour s'enivrer, au cabaret
    On s'offre du genièvre
    Mais rien n'y fait pour étouffer
    L'air qui monte à mes lèvres

    Dans mon pays, là-bas très loin
    Entre la mer et la montagne
    Il y a la fille que j'aimais bien
    Qui devait être ma compagne

    Mais si je meurs au champ d'honneur
    Dites à mes camarades
    Qu'ils ne fassent pas sonner le glas
    Aux cloches de Grenade

    Pour demander l'éternité
    Suffit d'une guitare
    Et quelque part une fille en noir
    Qui me garde en mémoire

    "En mi país ahi muy lejo
    Mentre il mar e la montaña
    Esta la niña que io quería"




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    15-03-1974
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    D-Day Dodgers
    Performer(s): Ian Campbell Folk Group - 1966
    and multiple other artists



    There is a song the Eighth Army used to sing
    Marching through the desert, marching with a swing
    But now they're on a different game
    Although the tune is still the same
    The words have all been altered
    The words we're singing still...

    We're the D-Day Dodgers, here in Italy
    Drinking all the vino, always on a spree
    We didn't land with Eisenhower
    And so they think we're just a shower
    For we're the D-Day Dodgers
    Out here in Italy

    We're the D-Day dodgers, out here in Italy
    Always drinking vino, always on a spree
    Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks
    We go to war in ties, like swanks
    We are the D-Day Dodgers
    Way out in Italy

    Here's to Lady Astor, our pin up girl out here
    She's the dear old lady, who sends us such good beer
    And when we get our Astor band
    We'll be the proudest in the land
    For we're the D-Day Dodgers
    Out here in Italy

    We landed in Salerno, a holiday with pay
    Jerry brought the band out to cheer us on our way
    Showed us the sights and gave us tea
    We all sang songs, the beer was free
    To welcome D-Day Dodgers
    To sunny Italy

    Salerno and Cassino, were taken in our stride
    We didn't go to fight there, we went there for the ride
    Anzio and Sanzio were just names
    We only went to look for dames
    The artful D-Day Dodgers
    Out here in Italy

    Around Lake Trasimano, we had a lovely time
    Bags of wine and women, they didn't cost a dime
    Base wallahs, amgot and the Yanks
    All stayed in Rome to dodge the tanks
    For we're the D-Day Dodgers
    Out here in Italy

    We stayed a week in Florence, polished off the wine
    Then thumbed our way to Rimini, through the Gothic Line
    Soon to Bologna we will go
    When Jerry's gone across the Po
    For we're the D-Day Dodgers
    The lads that D-Day dodged

    We hear the boys in France are going home on leave
    After six months service, it's a shame they're not relieved
    But we can carry on out here
    For what may be a few more years
    For we're the D-Day Dodgers
    Out here in Italy

    Once we heard a rumour we were going home
    Back to dear old Blighty, never more to roam
    Then someone said in France you'll fight
    We answered: "No, we'll just sit tight!"
    For we're the D-Day Dodgers
    The lads that D-Day dodged

    When the war is over and we've done our bit
    Climbing over mountains, through mud and sleet and
    Then we will all be sent out east
    Till B.L.A. have been released
    For we're the D-Day Dodgers,
    Out here in Italy.

    Forgotten by the many, remembered by the few
    We'd our armistice when an armestice was new
    One million Germans gave up to us
    We finished our war without much fuss
    For we're the D-Day Dodgers
    Out here in Italy

    Dearest Lady Astor, you think you're mighty hot
    Standing on the platform, talking tommyrot
    Dear England's sweetheart and her pride
    We think your mouth's too bleedin' wide
    >From all the D-Day Dodgers
    In sunny Italy

    If you look around the mountains in the mud and rain
    You'll find scattered crosses, some which bear no name
    Heart break and toil and suffering gone
    The boys beneath them slumber on
    For they're the D-Day Dodgers
    Who stayed in Italy





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    Carolina In My Mind Composer(s): James Taylor First release by: James Taylor - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists



    In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
    Can't you see the sunshine
    Can't you just feel the moonshine
    Maybe just like a friend of mine
    It hit me from behind
    Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind

    Karin she's a silver sun
    You best walk her way and watch it shinin'
    Watch her watch the mornin' come
    A silver tear appearing now I'm cryin'
    Ain't I goin' to Carolina in my mind

    There ain't no doubt it no ones mind
    That loves the finest thing around
    Whisper something soft and kind
    And hey babe the sky's on fire, I'm dyin'
    Ain't I goin' to Carolina in my mind

    In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
    Can't you see the sunshine
    Can't you just feel the moonshine
    Maybe just like a friend of mine
    It hit me from behind
    Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind

    Dark and silent last last night
    I think I might have heard the highway calling
    Geese in flight and dogs that bite
    Signs that might be omens say I going, going
    I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind

    With a holy host of others standing 'round me
    Still I'm on the dark side of the moon
    And it seems like it goes on like this forever
    You must forgive me
    If I'm up and gone to Carolina in my mind

    In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
    Can't you see the sunshine
    Can't you just feel the moonshine
    Maybe just like a friend of mine
    It hit me from behind
    Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind



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    Flamenco Bleu
    Composer(s): L. Gaste;
    J. Eaton; F. Shuman; L. Wagner
    Performer(s): Dalida



    Flamenco bleu des jours heureux
    Chanson qui parle d'une guitare au cœur de feu

    Le ciel brûlant
    Couleur de sang
    Etrangement semblait
    Partager nos secrets
    Je te revoie entre mes bras
    Avec tes yeux cherchant mes yeux
    Rempli de toi

    Chanson des jours d'adieux
    Flamenco bleu
    Que nous dansions heureux

    Tu m'attendras
    Je reviendrai
    Et dans tes bras je te rendrais
    Tous les baisers qu'un soir tu m'as donné

    Flamenco bleu
    Mon ciel est si bleu de joie




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    14-03-1974
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    Dagny
    Composer(s): Owe Törnqvist
    Performer(s): Owe Törnqvist



    We didn't know what love was all about
    till little Dagny came to town
    Now we're sitting in her coffee shop
    dunkin' doughnuts all day long
    All of us singing desperately

    Dagny, come back and spill
    wow-wow-wow- -Dagny, one more refill
    Listen to my heart sing
    Trala-diddle dill

    Such a beauty we had never seen
    so we began to plot and scheme
    The best of friends in Dagny's coffee shop
    becoming rivals for this dream
    to see who was the first to win the love of



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    Carolina Hard Core Ecstasy Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): Frank Zappa; The Muffin Men



    I coulda swore her hair was made of rayon She wore a Milton Bradley Crayon But she was something I could lay on Can't remember what became of me ... Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy She put a Doobie Brothers tape on (La la la la la-ahh la) I had a Roger Daltrey cape on (A Roger Daltrey cape on) There was a bed I dumped her shape on Can't remember what became of me ... Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy Somewhat later on I woke up and she was gone There was dew out on the lawn In the sunrise Later she came back With a rumpled paper sack Which she told me would contain A surprise She stuck her hand right in it to the bottom Said she knew I'd be surprised she got 'em Take a Charleston pimp to spot 'em Then she gave a pair of shoes to me ... Plastic leather, 14 triple D I said: "I wonder what's the shoes for?" She told me: "Don't you worry no more!" And got right down there on the tile floor Now Darling Stomp All Over Me! ... Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy Is this something new Having people stomp on you? Is it what I need to do For your pleasure? (Yo' pleasure ... it's ... uh ... uh ... all I need) "What is this, a quiz? Don't you worry what it is It is merely just a moment I can treasure ..." (What is ...?) (You know ...) By ten o'clock her arms and legs were rendered She couldn't talk 'cause her mouth had been extendered Looked to me as though she had been blendered But was this abject misery? No! No! Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy! Well ... But was this abject misery? No! No! Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy! But was this abject misery? No! No! Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy! It might seem strange to Herb and Dee Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!



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    Flamenca Real
    Performer(s): Jaime Roos



    Tengo pocas armonías
    y las guardo para ti
    Tengo pocas novedades
    y las traigo para ti

    Hay días que pienso en mi vida
    lejos de tu maldición
    Hay días que le tengo ganas
    a tus caderas bordó

    Flamenca Real
    Reina del Carnaval

    Voy a dibujar la estela
    de tus pies sobre el cristal
    Voy a enseñarte mis lujos
    pasodoble y chachachá

    La Flor de Maastricht
    Violento Elixir
    Flamenca Real




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    13-03-1974
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    The Days Of Sand And Shovels Composer(s): Bud Reneau - Doyle Marsh Performer(s): Bobby Vinton and multiple other artists



    When I noticed her the first time I was outside running barefoot in the rain She lived in the house next door Her nose was pressed against the window pane When I looked at her she smiled And showed a place where two teeth used to be And I heard her ask her mom If she could come outside and play with me Soon the days of sand and shovels Gave way to the mysteries of life Then I noticed she was changing And I looked at her through different eyes We became as one and knew a love Without beginning or an end And everyday I lived with her Was like a new day dawning once again And I've loved her since Every doll was Shirley Temple Soda pop was still a nickel Jam was on her fingertips Milk was circled on her lips After many years our love grew silent And at night I heard her cry And when she left me in the fall I knew that this would be our last goodbye I was man enough to give her Everything she needed for a while But in searching for a pefect love I found that I could not give her a child Now she lives a quiet life And is a mother of a little girl And everytime I pass her house My thoughts go back into another world Cause I see her little girl Her nose is pressed against the window pane And she thinks I'm a lonely man Who wants to come inside out of the rain And I've loved her since Every doll was Shirley Temple Soda pop was still a nickel Jam was on her fingertips Milk was circled on her lips



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Carolina (Joe Dassin)
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    Carolina ((English Version: Sad Sweet Dreamer (Sweet Sensation)) Composer(s): Des Parton - Pierre Delanoë - Claude Lemesle Performer(s): Joe Dassin



    Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que tu viendrais
    Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer qu'on s'aimerait

    Elle est si jolie, si fragile
    Qu'on a presque peur, presque peur d'y toucher
    Elle est le bonheur impossible à rêver

    Elle ressemble un peu à ma chance
    J'ai presque peur, presque peur d'y penser
    Et plus je la vois plus je pense à rêver

    Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que tu viendrais
    Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer qu'on s'aimerait

    Elle a le regard de l'enfance
    Mais elle a aussi les pouvoirs de la fée
    C'est la beauté qui commence à rêver

    Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que tu viendrais
    Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer qu'on s'aimerait

    Je me suis fait prendre au piège
    Oh, mais j'aime ma prison
    Et c'est si bon de perdre la raison

    Un matin, le printemps se donne
    Je sais bien, je sais bien qu'il va s'en aller
    Mais j'ai tellement mieux que l'automne à rêver

    Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que tu viendrais
    Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer qu'on s'aimerait



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    Flambée Montalbanaise
    Composer(s): Gus Viseur
    Performer(s): André Minvielle;
    and various other artists



    Oyez la mélodie
    Le fond du soir
    Un café
    Écoutez, c'est le blues
    Du coin le Gus y joue
    Du biniou
    Comm' fait Bach
    Pour une chanson
    Pucelle aux ailes déployées
    Rame, langue Albatros
    Pique et trame au papier
    Le cap et la falaise, balèze!
    J'écoutais montalbanaise
    Une envolée de braises
    Noyé, je m'eau de vie-gueur
    Viseur au coeur, liqueur soeur
    A cloche-pieds, cigarette
    Une bouffée volée, yé
    Au vent de la postérité
    Allez vas-y va
    Chaloupe ta mélopée
    Ma chanson de café
    Charlie passe Parker
    Et l'Gus au biniou
    Souffle aussi
    Comme Black au sax
    Si le be -bop à valser
    Devait sceller vos nuits
    Blues et Polka piquée
    Temps
    Tu nous réconcilies
    M'entends-tu d'accordéon?
    Monteille c’était tout petit
    Le paradis d'été
    Sambapathie, dada plouc
    On ramait bal d'amour flou
    Mais un souffle est dévoilé
    Une poussée bleue, d'envie
    M'accroche au cœur, thank you Viseur

    Et ceux, les "griff' le temps"
    Ont mis les doigts de cordes
    Apaches et Django Mississipi
    Didi guitare aussi m'a dit
    Et Paris loue, Paris prie
    Le tango bord de Marne
    Chavire la valsouze
    Intemporelle et blues

    Goutte à goutte ces divines
    My lady valsées
    Filles et femmes tam-tam
    Au fil du temps
    Funambules et modernité
    (Comme) on jette à l'eau du calme
    Un caillou ricochet
    Par ondes d'ondes là
    Passe-passe l'écho
    Des papis d'au-delà du top
    Réveillez la mélodie, la chanson des cafés
    Vocalise la bob French
    Scat et valsez one more
    D'oc
    Comme un souffle dévoilé
    Une poussée bleue d'envie
    Accroche au cœur, thank you Viseur




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    12-03-1974
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    Il Volto Della Vita
    ((Adapted from: Days Of Pearly Spencer (David McWilliams) - 1967))
    Composer(s): David McWilliams - Daiano - Mogol
    Performer(s): Caterina Caselli - 1968



    Con il corpo sono qui
    Ma la mente mia non c'è
    Corre dietro a dei ricordi
    E chi la ferma píu

    I miei occhi sono chiusi
    Ma ci vedo molto bene
    Son davanti ad una casa
    Entro e vedo te

    Il volto della vita, ah ah
    Il volto dell'amore

    Rose rosse alle pareti
    Giochi d'ombra sul tuo viso
    Come ali le mie braccia
    Si apron verso te

    Ed ancora la mia mente
    Non è stanca di vagare
    E mi porta lungo il fiume
    E in fondo vedo te

    Il volto della vita, ah ah
    Il volto dell'amore

    Sei vestito un poco strano
    Ma d'altronde, come sempre
    Il mio cuore ti fa festa
    Solo a un passo da te

    Ma qualcuno ha bussato
    E il mio viaggio è terminato
    Io mi alzo per aprire
    Apro e vedo te

    Il volto della vita, ah ah
    Il volto dell'amore

    Il volto della vita, ah ah



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    Carolina
    Performer(s): Chico Buarque



    Carolina
    Nos seus olhos fundos
    Guarda tanta dor
    A dor de todo esse mundo
    Eu já lhe expliquei que não vai dar
    Seu pranto não vai nada mudar
    Eu já convidei para dançar
    É hora, já sei, de aproveitar
    Lá fora, amor
    Uma rosa nasceu
    Todo mundo sambou
    Uma estrela caiu
    Eu bem que mostrei sorrindo
    Pela janela, ói que lindo
    Mas Carolina não viu

    Carolina
    Nos seus olhos tristes
    Guarda tanto amor
    O amor que já não existe
    Eu bem que avisei, vai acabar
    De tudo lhe dei para aceitar
    Mil versos cantei pra lhe agradar
    Agora não sei como explicar
    Lá fora, amor
    Uma rosa morreu
    Uma festa acabou
    Nosso barco partiu
    Eu bem que mostrei a ela
    O tempo passou na janela
    Só Carolina não viu



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Flagrant Délit (Johnny Hallyday)
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    Flagrant Délit
    Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



    Les hommes qui viennent chasser
    Ont découvert un nouveau gibier
    Pourvu que vous soyez jeunes
    Ils vous pourchassent à la moindre occasion

    Ça s'appelle la chasse au jeune
    Elle se pratique souvent aujourd'hui
    Pourvu que vous soyez jeunes
    On vous surprend en flagrant délit

    Flagrant délit de jeunesse
    C'est un péché plus sérieux que l'ivresse
    Dans les rues faites attention
    Ils vous piquent à la moindre occasion

    La chevelure ou bien la silhouette
    Ça leur suffit pour repérer la bête
    Ils courent après comme après un lapin
    Qui vient saccager leur joli jardin

    On vous accuse de jeunesse
    C'est un péché plus sérieux que l'ivresse
    Vos habits et votre aspect
    Vous rendent tous un peu plus suspect

    En vérité je vous le dis
    Vous vivez tous en flagrant délit
    Flagrant délit de jeunesse
    C'est un péché plus sérieux que l'ivresse

    En vérité je vous le dis
    Vous vivez tous en flagrant délit
    En vérité je vous le dis
    Vous vivez tous en flagrant délit...




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    11-03-1974
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Days Of Pearly Spencer
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    Days Of Pearly Spencer
    ((Italian Version: Il Volto Della Vita (Caterina Caselli) - 1968))
    Composer(s): David McWilliams
    First release by: David McWilliams - 1967
    Covered by multiple other artists



    A tenement, a dirty street
    Walked and worn by shoeless feet
    Inside it's long and so complete
    Watched by a shivering sun
    Old eyes in a small child's face
    Watching as the shadows race
    Through walls and cracks and leave no trace
    And daylight's brightness shuns

    The days of Pearly Spencer
    The race is almost run

    Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
    Gazing as the swollen mass
    On concrete fields where grows no grass
    Stumbles blindly on
    Iron trees smother the air
    But withering they stand and stare
    Through eyes that neither know nor care
    Where the grass is gone

    The days of Pearly Spencer
    The race is almost run

    Pearly where's your milk white skin
    What's that stubble on your chin
    It's buried in the rot gut gin
    You played and lost not won
    You played a house that can't be beat
    Now look your head's bowed in defeat
    You walked too far along the street
    Where only rats can run

    The days of Pearly Spencer
    The race is almost run
    The days of Pearly Spencer
    The race is almost run
    The race is almost run

    A tenement, a dirty street
    Remember worn and shoeless feet
    Remember how you stood to beat
    The way your life had gone
    So Pearly don't you shed more tears
    For those best forgotten years
    Those tenements are memories
    Of where you've risen from

    The days of Pearly Spencer
    The race is almost won





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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Oh Dearne
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    Oh Dearne ((Adapted from: Carol (Chuck Berry) - 1958)) Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Bennie Jolink - Ferdy Jolij Performer(s): Normaal - 1977 Versions In Other Languages: 1964 - O Carole (Johnny Hallyday) 1977 - Karola Petersen (Torfrock)



    Oh, dearne, loat 's zien hoe goed a-j bunt
    Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig
    Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt

    Loast kwam ik ow tegen in mien stamcafe
    Ik liep ow tegen 't lief op weg noar de plee
    Oh, nem me niet kwalijk, drink der eentjen van mien
    En nog gin uurtjen loater had ik ow . gezien
    Moar ik mocht der niet op, i-j zeijen later mischien
    En dat gezeik dat duurt now al 'n wehk of 10

    Oh, dearne, loat 's zien hoe goed a-j bunt
    Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig
    Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt

    Ik begin der van te balen want 't duurt te lang
    Van de pastoor of de dominee bun i-j toch niet bang
    I-j zegt da-j van mien hold, moar dat geleuf ik niet
    I-j wet niet wat i-j mist an wat hier recht op 't ende steet
    Gun mien toch een duik want ik krieg 't zo heet
    't Is zo gebeurd, i-j wet hoe gauw dat geet

    Oh, dearne, loat 's zien hoe goed a-j bunt
    Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig
    Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt

    Oh, dearntjen, goa-j met mien met noar buuten
    Oh, dearntjen, kom effe bi-j mien
    Ja, dearntjen ooh
    Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig
    Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Flagrant Délit (Herbert Léonard)
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    Flagrant Délit
    Composer(s): V. Buggy; J. Lepers
    Performer(s): Herbert Léonard



    J'aime le goût salé de ta peau
    Quand ton corps tout bronzé sort de l'eau
    Et ce parfum léger qui me rend fou
    J'aime tes yeux étranges qui sourient
    Quand tes lèvres me mangent comme un fruit
    Ce plaisir qui dérange autour de nous

    Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse
    Encore tout éblouis de promesses
    Avoir envie de toi envie de nous
    Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse
    J'aime quand tu mendies mes caresses
    Dans une ultime étreinte, oublier tout

    J'aime te voir frémir sous mes doigts
    J'aime quand tu soupires contre moi
    Et mourir, mourir en toi
    J'aime les mots troublants des secrets
    Que tu murmures avant et après
    Qui font battre mon sang, trembler ma voix

    J'aime quand tu gémis de plaisir
    Et toute anéantie te sentir
    Amoureusement blottie entre mes bras
    Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse
    Encore tout éblouis de promesses
    Avoir envie de toi envie de nous

    Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse
    J'aime quand tu mendies mes caresses
    Dans une ultime étreinte, oublier tout
    J'aime te voir frémir sous mes doigts
    J'aime quand tu soupires contre moi
    Et mourir, mourir en toi
    Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse
    J'aime quand tu mendies mes caresses
    Dans une ultime étreinte, oublier tout
    Pris en flagrant délit, oui




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    10-03-1974
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    Days Of My Youth
    Composer(s): Kuiokalani Lee
    Performer(s): Don Ho
    and multiple other artists



    Used to fly like the birds on the wings of the wind
    I have played in the sun with a joy deep within
    I had laughter as a toy and a sweet for my tooth
    In the beautiful days of my youth

    Ev'ry one that I met was a friend, not a foe
    The fears I have learned way back then I didn't know
    Not one deed meant unkind, not one thought uncouth
    In the beautiful days of my youth

    The time quickly passed, the years traveled on
    The hopes and the dreams have diminished and gone
    Now the child that I face, how familiar he seems
    He's wearing my eyes and living my dreams

    Ah, my innocent child
    I'll spare the untruths
    Of the magical days, the bright shining days
    The beautiful days of your youth



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Carol
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    Carol Composer(s): Chuck Berry First release by: Chuck Berry - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists

    Versions In Other Languages: 1964 - O Carole (Johnny Hallyday) 1977 - Oh Dearne (Normaal) 1977 - Karola Petersen (Torfrock)



    Oh, Carol
    Don't let him steal your heart away
    I'm gonna learn to dance
    If it takes me all night and day

    Climb into my machine so we can groove on out
    I know some swinging little joint where we can jump and shout
    It's not too far back on the highway not so long a ride
    You park the car out in the open you can walk inside
    A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her ma'am
    'Cause every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed

    Oh, Carol
    Don't let him steal your heart away
    I'm gonna learn to dance
    If it takes me all night and day

    Now, if you want to hear some music like the boys are playing
    Hold tight, bang your foot don't let it carry you away
    Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud
    Won't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd
    Well you can't dance I know you would you could
    I got my eyes on you, baby, cause you dance so good

    Oh, Carol
    Don't let him steal your heart away
    I'm gonna learn to dance
    If it takes me all night and day

    Oh, Carol
    Don't let him steal your heart away
    I've got to learn to dance
    If it takes me all night and day



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