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  • 30-12-1979
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    True
    Composer(s): Gary Kemp
    Performer(s): Spandau Ballet



    So true funny how it seems
    always in time, but never in line for dreams
    Head over heels when toe to toe
    This is the sound of my soul
    this is the sound

    I bought a ticket to the world
    but now I've come back again
    Why do I find it hard to write the next line?
    Oh I want the truth to be said

    Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
    I know this much is true
    Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
    I know this much is true

    With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue
    dissolve the nerves that have just begun
    Listening to Marvin (all night long)
    This is the sound of my soul
    this is the sound

    Always slipping from my hands
    Sets a time of its own
    Take your seaside arms and write the next line
    Oh I want the truth to be known

    Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
    I know this much is true
    Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
    I know this much is true

    I bought a ticket to the world
    but now I've come back again
    Why do I find it hard to write the next line?
    Oh I want the truth to be said

    Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
    I know this much is true
    Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
    I know this much is true

    This much is true

    I know, I know, I know this much is true



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    I Should Be Sleeping
    Composer(s): Lisa Drew; Shaye Smith
    Performer(s): Emerson Drive; Hit Crew



    I never knew there were such great movies
    On TV at 3 a.m.
    I never guessed that at midnight Tuesday
    I'd could have pizza ordered in
    I never been a real night owl
    But these days I'm all turned around
    There's only one thing I'm sure of right now

    I should be sleepin'
    Instead of keepin' these late hours I've been keepin'
    I've been pacing and retracing
    Every step of every move
    And even though I'm feelin' so right
    I'm so happy still I know
    I should be sleepin'
    Instead of dreamin' about you

    I never knew that I was funny and
    I went and made you laugh
    Never like a girl to call me honey
    But you did and I like that
    I keep thinkin' about your smile
    Tryin' to read between the lines
    Looks like I'll be up for awhile

    I should be sleepin'
    Instead of keepin' these late hours I've been keepin'
    I've been pacing and retracing
    Every step of every move
    And even though I'm feelin' so right
    I'm so happy still I know
    I should be sleepin'
    Instead of dreamin' about you

    How could just three days (just three days)
    One great kiss (one great kiss)

    It's way too soon (way too soon)
    To be obsesssing like this

    I should be sleepin'
    Instead of keepin' these late hours I've been keepin'
    I've been pacing and retracing
    Every step of every move
    And even though I'm feelin' so right
    I'm so happy still I know
    I should be sleepin'
    Instead of dreamin' about you

    Dreamin' about you
    I should be sleepin'



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    Editions Of You
    Composer(s): Bryan Ferry First release by: Roxy Music - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists



    Well I´m here looking through an old picture frame
    Just waiting for the perfect view
    I hope something special will step in to my life
    Another fine edition of you
    A pin-up done in shades of blue
    Sometimes you find a yearning for the quiet life
    The country air and all its joys
    But badgers couldn’t compensate at twice the price
    For just another night with the boys oh yeah
    And boys will be boys, will be boys
    They say love´s a gamble, hard to win, easy lose
    And while sun shines you´d better make hay
    So if life is your table and fate is the wheel
    Then let the chips fall where they may
    In modern times the modern way

    And as I was drifting past the Lorelei
    I heard those slinky sirens wail - whooo
    So look out sailor when you hear them croon
    You´ll never been the same again oh no
    Their crazy music drives you insane - this way

    So love, leave me, do what you will
    - who knows what tomorrow might bring?
    Learn from your mistakes is my only advice
    And stay cool is still the main rule
    Don’t play yourself for a fool
    Too much cheesecake too soon
    Old money´s better than new
    No mention in the latest tribune
    And don´t let this happen to you



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    29-12-1979
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    Truckin'
    Composer(s): Jerry Garcia - Philip Lesh - Bob Weir - Robert Hunter
    First release: Grateful Dead - 1970
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Truckin' got my chips cashed in
    Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
    Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on

    Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
    Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street
    Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
    Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

    Dallas, got a soft machine
    Houston, too close to New Orleans
    New York's got the ways and means
    But just won't let you be, oh no

    Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love
    Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home
    One of these days they know they better get goin'
    Out of the door and down on the streets all alone

    Truckin', like the do-dah man once told me "You've got to play your hand"
    Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down

    Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
    Other times I can barely see
    Lately it occurs to me
    What a long, strange trip it's been

    What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
    She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
    Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine
    All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"

    Truckin', up to Buffalo
    Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
    Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on

    Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window
    Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
    I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
    But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in

    Busted, down on Bourbon Street, set up, like a bowlin' pin
    Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin
    They just won't let you be, oh no

    You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel
    Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down
    I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin'
    Get out of the door and light out and look all around

    Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
    Other times I can barely see
    Lately it occurs to me
    What a long, strange trip it's been

    Truckin', I'm a goin' home
    Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong
    Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on
    Hey now get back truckin' home



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    I Should Be Dancing
    Performer(s): The Emotions



    I should be dancing
    We should be romancing
    I should be dancing
    In the moonlight with you

    I sit home night after night
    Just waiting for your call
    But I never get one
    I end up just
    Tossing in my bed
    And staring at the walls
    Wondering what I did wrong

    You say I'm the only one
    If that's true
    Tell me, why can't I see you

    We go for days and days
    Without a word
    Tell me, have I blown my single

    I should be dancing
    We should be romancing
    I should be dancing
    In the moonlight with you

    I should be dancing
    Love is enchanting
    Let the music
    Bring my heart together with you

    Saturday night
    Seems to be much lonelier than the rest
    How much longer
    Must I wait
    Don't make me wait
    I really care for you
    But I can't sit here forever, baby
    Come to me
    Take your place

    I should be dancing
    We should be romancing
    I should be dancing
    In the moonlight with you

    I should be dancing
    Love is enchanting
    Let the music
    Bring my heart together with you

    I should be dancing
    We should be romancing
    I should be dancing
    In the moonlight with you

    I should be dancing
    Love is enchanting
    Let the music
    Bring my heart together with you

    I should be dancing
    We should be romancing
    I should be dancing
    In the moonlight with you

    I should be dancing
    Love is enchanting



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    Édition Spéciale
    Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
    Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



    D'abord y a cette fille
    Dans la boîte de verre
    Qui dit "Bonne nuit, à demain"
    Sur un bout de musique
    Des bonshommes à l'envers
    Et puis après plus rien
    J'étais là à huit heures
    Pour les mauvaises nouvelles
    Elle m'a laissé tout seul
    Avec mes envies d'elle
    Derrière son visage
    Un paysage de neige
    Et puis après plus rien
    Après je prends mon pote
    Sur la radio locale
    Au milieu d'un discours
    C'est le temps qu'il espère
    Au-dessus de son bocal
    S'il arrive à faire jour
    Parce qu'il paraît qu'y a le feu
    À la moitié de la Terre
    Et qu'on attend du mieux
    Juste pour les sagittaires
    Après un dernier verre
    Le souffle des étoiles
    Et puis après plus rien
    Et puis après plus rien
    Et puis après Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
    En couleur naturelle
    Mes envies d'elle
    Et puis après Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
    En grandeur nature
    Ses yeux sur le mur
    Et puis après je cherche
    Quelqu'un que je connais
    Qui soit encore debout
    Faut pas que je me leurre
    À l'heure qu'il est
    On doit pas être beaucoup
    J'ai du mal à dormir
    À côté de personne
    Et le silence m'attend
    Je l'entends qui résonne
    "Allez, salut bonsoir !"
    Le bruit quand je raccroche
    Et puis après plus rien
    Et puis après plus rien
    Et puis après Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
    En grandeur nature
    Ses yeux sur le mur
    Et puis après Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale
    En couleur naturelle
    Mes envies d'elle
    Quand je me lève
    La fille dans la boîte de verre
    A déjà dit bonjour
    Mon pote est reparti
    Sur une autre colère
    Dans un autre discours
    Mais la nuit arrive vite
    À ceux qui ont peur d'elle
    Y a des choses qu'on évite
    Pas facile avec elle
    Après-midi tranquille
    Après-midi banal
    Et puis après...
    Et puis après...
    Et puis après...
    Edition Spéciale, Edition Spéciale



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    28-12-1979
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    Truckin'
    Composer(s): James Griffin - Robb Royer
    Performer(s): Bread



    Truckin' down the highway
    Get outta my way
    Always in a hurry
    Always in between
    That's where you can find me
    Truckin' down the highway
    Sittin' in the cab of
    A ten ton machine

    Gettin' pretty tired of stoppin'
    In old run down cafes
    Some day I'm gonna find me a woman
    Rich enough to pay my way

    Gonna make some inroads
    Drivin' home a payload
    Truckin' down the highway
    Like you never seen

    Gettin' pretty tired of lookin'
    In truck stop cabarets
    Some day I'm gonna find me a woman
    Rich enough to pay my way

    Then you're gonna find me
    Truckin' down the highway
    Sittin' in the back of
    A long limousine



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    Kiss Them For Me
    From the film "Kiss Them For Me" (1957)
    Composer(s): Lionel Newman; Carroll Coates
    Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters



    Kiss them, kiss them, kiss them for me

    Goodbye my honey though you gotta go now
    Least I know now I'm the one whose won
    So if the losers need some sympathy
    You can kiss them, kiss them for me

    It sounds kinda funny but I won't be jealous
    When you fellas, find you're far from home
    If you need a little femininity
    You can kiss them, kiss them for me

    There's safety in numbers, so it's quite okay
    Kiss the darling day, kiss the blues away
    It'd sure be the biggest thrill they'd ever had
    But I won't get mad, 'cause I won't be there to see

    Make hay while it's sunny so you love me
    Oh, please if you're lonely I will understand
    And you'll thank my lips for waiting faithfully
    When you kiss them, kiss them, kiss them for me
    Kiss them for me



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    Edith And The Kingpin
    Composer(s): Joni Mitchell First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists



    The big man arrives
    Disco dancers greet him
    Plainclothes cops greet him
    Big man, small town, fresh lipstick glistening
    Sophomore jive
    From victims of typewriters
    The band sounds like typewriters
    The big man he's not listening
    His eyes hold Edith
    His left hand holds his right
    What does that hand desire
    That he grips it so tight

    Edith in the ring
    The passed-over girls are conferring
    The man with the diamond ring is purring
    All claws for now withdrawn
    One by one they bring
    His renegade stories to her
    His crimes and his glories to her
    In challenge they look on
    Women he has wanted grow old too soon
    He tilts their tired faces
    Gently to the spoon

    Edith in his bed
    A plane in the rain is humming
    The wires in the walls are humming
    Some song-some mysterious song
    Bars in her head
    Beating frantic and snowblind
    Romantic and snowblind
    She says-his crime belongs
    Edith and the Kingpin
    Each with charm to sway
    Are staring eye to eye
    They dare not look away
    You know they dare not look away



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    27-12-1979
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    Truckin'
    Composer(s): Rube Bloom - Ted Koehler
    Performer(s): Billy Cotton & His Band



    We had to get something new
    A dance to do up here in Harlem
    So someone started truckin'
    ???? as soon as the news got round
    Well the folks down town came up to Harlem
    And what they see, boy
    Everybody was truckin'
    It didn't take long before
    The highbrows were doin' it
    Park Avenue-in' it, all over town
    You'll see them shufflin', shufflin'
    Truckin' along
    Boy, it's spreadin' like a forest blaze
    It became a craze, thanks to Harlem nights
    Now, everybody's truckin'



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    I Shot The Sheriff
    Composer(s): Bob Marley
    First release by: Bob Marley & The Wailers - 1973
    Covered by multiple other artists



    (I shot the sheriff
    But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no!
    Oh!
    I shot the sheriff
    But I didn't shoot no deputy
    Ooh, oo-ooh)
    All around in my home town
    They tryin' to track me down
    They say they want to bring me in guilty
    For the life of a deputy
    For the life of a deputy
    But I say, yeah

    (I shot the sheriff
    But I swear it was in self-defence)
    I swear it was in selfdefence, yea-ea-eah!
    It was I who shot the sheriff
    (And they say it is a) capital offence
    (Oo-ooh)

    Sheriff John Brown always hates me
    For what, I don't know
    Every time I plant a seed
    He say, "Kill them before they grow"
    He say, "Kill them before they grow", now
    And so, yeah - and so

    I shot the sheriff
    But I didn't shoot no deputy
    (Oh no! Oh!)
    It was I shot the sheriff
    But I (didn't shoot no deputy)
    I didn't shoot no deputy
    (Oo-ooh)
    No-no-no-no-no!

    Freedom came my way one day
    And I started out of town, yeah!
    Then all of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown
    He was aiming to shoot I down
    So I shot, yes, I shot - shot him down and I say, yeah

    By-by-by - I shot the sheriff
    Love, I didn't shoot no deputy
    (oh, no! Oh!)
    It was I shot the sheriff
    But I didn't shoot no deputy
    (Oo-ooh)

    Reflexes had the better of me
    And what is to be must be
    Every day the bucket goes to the well
    I say, one day the bottom a-go drop out
    One day the bottom will drop out

    And so - and so, read it!
    (I shot the sheriff
    But I didn't shoot no deputy
    Oh no, oh!
    I shot the sheriff
    But I didn't shoot no deputy
    Oo-ooh)



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    Edge Of Seventeen
    Composer(s): Stevie Nicks First release by: Stevie Nicks - 1981 Covered by multiple other artists



    Just like the white winged dove... sings a song... Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo Just like the white winged dove... sings a song... Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo And the days go by... like a strand in the wind In the web that is my own... I begin again Said to my friend, baby... Nothin' else mattered He was no more... than a baby then Well he... seemed broken hearted... something within him But the moment... that I first laid... Eyes... on... him... all alone... On the edge of... seventeen Just like the white winged dove... sings a song... Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo Just like the white winged dove... sings a song... Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo I went today... maybe I will go again... tomorrow And the music there it was hauntingly... familiar And I see you doing... what I try to do for me With the words from a poet... and the voice from a choir And a melody... nothing else mattered Just like the white winged dove... sings a song... Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo Just like the white winged dove... sings a song... Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo The clouds... never expect it... when it rains But the sea changes colours... but the sea... Does not change And so... with the slow... graceful flow... of age I went forth... with an age old... desire... to please On the edge of... seventeen Just like the white winged dove... sings a song... Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo Just like the white winged dove... sings a song... Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo Well then suddenly... there was no one...left standing In the hall... yeah, yeah... In a flood of tears That no one really ever heard fall at all Oh I went searchin' for an answer... Up the stairs... and down the hall Not to find an answer... just to hear the call Of a nightbird... singing... come away... come away... Just like the white winged dove... sings a song... Sounds like she's singing... whoo... whoo... whoo Just like the white winged dove... sings a song... Sounds like she's singing... ooo... baby... ooo... said ooo Well I hear you in the morning... and I hear you... At nightfall... sometime to be near you... Is to be unable... to hear you... my love... I'm a few years older than you... are (I'm a few years older than you) my love Just like the white winged dove... sings a song... Sounds like she's singing... ooo baby... ooo... said ...



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    26-12-1979
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    Trucker's Paradise
    Composer(s): Jerry I. Allison
    Performer(s): Del Reeves



    There's a place called Trucker's Paradise just south of San Berdo
    And the drivers all stop in there for a laugh and a cup or two
    There's a woman waitin' tables and I'll tell you boys, she's nice
    They call her the fallen angel at the Trucker's Paradise

    She knows about the roads and the overloads
    And fillin' out those phoney logs
    And the story 'bout the time when a tire caught fire
    And burned up a truckload o' hogs
    If coffee goes up to a dollar a cup I suppose we'll pay the price
    Just to be with the fallen angel at Trucker's Paradise

    No need to ask her what her name is, she won't say
    But she's better off than most of us in tips and take home pay
    She used to be Miss Washington, almost Miss USA
    Then a big producer from Hollywood led her astray
    It turned out he was married and her heart turned cold as ice
    And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise

    No need to ask her what her name is, she won't say
    She's better off than most of us in tips and take home pay
    She used to be Miss Washington, almost Miss USA
    Then a big producer from Hollywood led her astray
    It turned out he was married and her heart turned cold as ice
    And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise

    And that's why they call her the fallen angel of Trucker's Paradise



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    I Shall Sing ((French Version: À Chacun Sa Chanson (by Joe Dassin)) Composer(s): Van Morrison First release by: Art Garfunkel - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists



    I shall sing, sing my song
    Be it right, be it wrong
    In the night, in the day
    Anyhow, anyway, I shall sing

    La la la la la la la la
    La la la la la la la
    La la la la la la la la
    La la la la la la la la la la la

    With my heart, with my soul
    For the young, for the old
    When I'm high, when I'm low
    When I'm first, when I'm slow, I shall sing

    La la la la la la la la
    La la la la la la la
    La la la la la la la la
    La la la la la la la la la la la

    I shall sing, sing my song
    Be it right, be it wrong
    In the night, in the day
    Anyhow, anyway, I shall sing

    La la la la la la la la
    La la la la la la la la la la la
    La la la la la la la la
    La la 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.Edge Of Reality
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    Edge Of Reality
    Composer(s): Bill Giant - Bernie Baum - Florence Kaye First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1968



    I walk along a thin line, darling (Darling)
    Dark shadows follow me (Follow Me)
    Here's where life's dream lies disillusioned (Disillusioned)
    The edge of reality

    Oh, I can hear strange voices echo (Echo)
    Laughing with mockery (Mockery)
    The border line of doom I'm facing (I'm facing)
    The edge of reality

    On the edge of reality, she sits there tormenting me
    The girl with the nameless face
    On the edge of reality, where she overpowers me
    With fears that I can't explain

    She drove me to the point of madness (Madness
    The brink of misery (Misery)
    If she's not real, then I'm condemned to (Condemned to)
    The edge of reality

    On the edge of reality, she sits there tormenting me
    The girl with the nameless face
    On the edge of reality, where she overpowers me
    With fears that I can't explain

    She drove me to the point of madness (Madness)
    The brink of misery (Misery)
    If she's not real then I'm condemned to (Condemned to)
    The edge of reality

    (Reality) Reality
    (Reality) Reality
    (Reality) Reality
    (Reality) Reality
    (Reality) Reality
    (Reality) Reality
    (Reality) Reality
    (Reality)....



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    25-12-1979
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    Trucker's Lament
    (aka I Just Don't Look Good Naked Anymore)
    Composer(s): Sheb Wooley - Dick Feller
    Performer(s): Sheb Wooley
    and multiple other artists



    I stepped outta the shower and I gotta good look at myself
    Pot belly, bald head, man, I thought I was somebody else
    I caught my reflection in the mirror on the back of my bathroom door
    I just don't look good naked anymore

    So, I'm goin' upstairs and turn the bedroom mirror to the wall
    I hung it there when I was trim and tall
    I'd stand there and smile, and strut and flex until my arms got sore
    But I just don't look good naked anymore

    Well, I used to go out with the girls
    I loved them one and all
    Now they don't get very close to me
    They're afraid that I might fall

    Well, I went to the Doctor for my annual medical exam
    Stood there in the buff, suddenly he said "Man"
    I said "What is it Doc, some fatal disease, I just gotta know the score"
    He said "No, you just don't look good naked anymore

    Well, me and my wife had a dance routine
    Everybody said it was unique
    Now it's only when we're back to back
    That we're dancing cheek to cheek

    Well, I went to a nudie beech to have some seaside fun
    Stretched out in my birthday suit, soakin' up the sun
    Somebody yelled, "Hey, there's an old white whale washed up on the shore
    I just don't look good naked anymore

    Yeah, my arches fell, my chest went to hell
    And my butt's a-draggin' the floor
    An' I just don't look good naked anymore
    No, I just don't look good naked anymore



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. I Shall Be Released
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    I Shall Be Released
    Composer(s): Bob Dylan
    First recording by: Bob Dylan - 1967
    Covered by multiple other artists

    Titles In Other Languages:
    1995 - Nous Serons Libres
    2006 - Jag Ska Bli Fri



    They say ev'rything can be replaced
    Yet ev'ry distance is not near
    So I remember ev'ry face
    Of ev'ry man who put me here
    I see my light come shining
    From the west unto the east
    Any day now, any day now
    I shall be released

    They say ev'ry man needs protection
    They say ev'ry man must fall
    Yet I swear I see my reflection
    Some place so high above this wall
    I see my light come shining
    From the west unto the east
    Any day now, any day now
    I shall be released

    Standing next to me in this lonely crowd
    Is a man who swears he's not to blame
    All day long I hear him shout so loud
    Crying out that he was framed
    I see my light come shining
    From the west unto the east
    Any day now, any day now
    I shall be released



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Eden Blues
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    Eden Blues
    Composer(s): Georges Moustaki Performer(s): Georges Moustaki; Edith Piaf



    En descendant le fleuve argent
    Qui roule jusqu'au Névada
    On voit la plaine qui s'étend
    A l'est de Santa Lucia
    Les villes s'appellent Natividad
    San Miguel ou San Lorenzo
    Les filles s'appellent Soledad
    Les garçons gardent les troupeaux

    C'est là que Jim a rencontré
    Sur une route un soir de pluie
    Catherine la fille d'un fermier
    Et qu'ils s'aimèrent toute la nuit
    Le soleil fait briller son or
    Dans quelques rares flaques d'eau
    Le cactus forme le décor
    Le chardon couvre les coteaux

    C'est là qu'Adam le sénateur
    Est venu finir ses vieux jours
    Puis il est mort d'un coup au cœur
    On prétend que c'est du mal d'amour
    Mais les fleurs couchées par le vent
    Semblent prier pour son repos
    La lune verse une larme d'argent
    Sur la croix blanche du tombeau

    En descendant le fleuve argent
    Qui roule jusqu'au Névada
    On voit la plaine qui s'étend
    A l'est de Santa Lucia
    Les villes s'appellent Natividad
    San Miguel ou San Lorenzo
    Les filles s'appellent Soledad
    Les garçons gardent les troupeaux



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    24-12-1979
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    Trova De Edgardo
    Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



    Hoy
    a mi puerta un pájaro trinó
    pero abrí
    y una sombra se echó a volar
    Hoy
    recordé a Edgardo,aquel señor
    fumador
    de ampolas, que era juglar

    Hoy haré una página celeste
    trovadicta, trovardiente
    Hoy, cantando sólo con la luna
    ya que se hizo puta la fortuna
    Hoy me trovaré para alegrarme
    como Edgardo, sin alarde

    Hoy
    recordé a Edgardo,aquel señor
    fumador
    de ampolas, que era juglar
    Hoy
    a mi puerta un pájaro trinó
    pero abrí
    y una sombra se echó a volar



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    I Shall Be Free, No. 10
    Composer(s): Bob Dylan
    Performer(s): Bob Dylan



    I'm just average, common too
    I'm just like him, the same as you
    I'm everybody's brother and son
    I ain't different from anyone
    It ain't no use a-talking to me
    It's just the same as talking to you

    I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
    I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
    I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come
    26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
    Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
    99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you
    14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen

    Well, I don't know, but I've been told
    The streets in heaven are lined with gold
    I ask you how things could get much worse
    If the Russians happen to get up there first
    Wowee' pretty scary!

    Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree
    I want ev'rybody to be free
    But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater
    Move in next door and marry my daughter
    You must think I'm crazy!
    I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba

    Well, I set my monkey on the log
    And ordered him to do the Dog
    He wagged his tail and shook his head
    And he went and did the Cat instead
    He's a weird monkey, very funky

    I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
    Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
    I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
    And my wig-hat was falling in my face
    But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court

    I gotta woman, she's so mean
    She sticks my boots in the washing machine
    Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude
    Puts bubblegum in my food
    She's funny, wants my money, calls me "honey"

    Now I gotta friend who spends his life
    Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
    Dreams of strangling me with a scarf
    When my name comes up he pretends to barf
    I've got a million friends!

    Now they asked me to read a poem
    At the sorority sister's home
    I got knocked down and my head was swimmin'
    I wound up with the Dean of Women
    Yippee! I'm a poet, and I know it
    Hope I don't blow it

    I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
    So I look like a walking mountain range
    And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
    Out to the country club and the golf course
    Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds

    Now you're probably wondering by now
    Just what this song is all about
    What's probably got you baffled more
    Is what this thing here is for
    It's nothing
    It's something I learned over in England



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