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  • 22-01-1988
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    Lewis And Clark
    Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis
    Performer(s): C.W. McCall



    Now Arnie Jones and Marybeth Jensen's in a 'vette down by the depot
    Had John Denver on 8-track, gettin' high
    Marybeth's wig was on the floor and Arnold's feet was out the door
    When we shined our flashlight in Arnold's startled eyes
    I says, "What you doin' boy? Don't you know that's against the law?
    We just gonna have to get this situation under control
    Now my name's Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
    And we the Pottawattamie County love patrol"

    Then two hippies in their Chevy's, puffin' grass and sippin' wine
    'Bout fourteen miles south-east of Council Bluffs
    They was passin' round the peacepipe when we caught 'em with our flashlight
    And Willard's hairy hands applied the cuffs
    And I says, "Boys, you got some trouble, you commitin' herbicide
    We just gonna have to get this situation under control
    'Cause I'm Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
    And we the Pottawattamie County weed patrol"

    Then we spied ol' Marvin Kline a-headin' south on twenty-nine
    Like a midnight auto accessory store on wheels
    His trunk was full of hub caps and his back seat full of tires
    When we picked him up and made him spread his heels
    I says, "Hands upon the wall, boy, you allowed to make one call
    We just gonna have to get this situation under control
    'Cause see I'm Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
    And we the Pottawattamie County rip-off patrol"

    Then Orville Hinkle left the Go-Go Club on his bran' new motorcycle
    Runnin' stoplights, raisin' hell and causin' accidents
    His brain was doin' wheelies and his blood was three-two beer
    When we nailed him in his driveway at his residence
    I says, "Orville you're in trouble, boy, but if you'll blow this here baloon up
    We're gonna get your situation under control
    Now I'm Captain Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
    And we the Pottawattamie County juice patrol"

    Then we's passin' by the Dewdrop Inn when we heard this woman scream
    So we pulled on in and parked and got the guns out
    Well we bashed on through the lobby into unit seventeen
    There's twenty-eight folks in there near about no clothes on
    An'I says, "Ev'rybody up against the wall, show us your identification
    We just gonna definitely get this situation under control
    'Cause my name's Fairweather Lewis and this here's Willard Clark
    And we the Pottawattamie County sin patrol"

    "C'mon Willard let's go sneakin' round in the dark some more
    Never know what you're gonna find"



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Patria Ya No Duermas
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    Patria Ya No Duermas
    Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



    Se disfraza de eufemismos
    se distrae con cualquier cosa
    se emborracha cuando gana
    y amanece un forastero en su cama
    sueña con todo lo que le han quitado
    para volverlo a tener...

    Juega al poker con extraños
    que la embaucan, le hacen daño
    y deja puercas leyendas en los baños
    indignada por su ingenuidad...

    y hace gala de una historia
    que esta siempre por empezar
    sabe que si uno no llega a ser uno mismo
    no le sirve a los demás...

    Patria, ya no duermas
    Patria, ya no duermas...

    con tus hijos venideros
    se escaparon las cigüeñas
    y te buscan, te reclaman
    para que los vuelvas a tener...

    se hace caca en el río
    y su sueño dura un siglo
    ella sabe que en los sueños
    no hay culpables, ni perdones
    y sube uno a uno los escalones
    de aquí a la eternidad...

    y nos hiere con su beso
    que nos llena de tristeza
    pero elimina la torpeza
    en el arte de amar...

    Patria, ya no duermas
    Patria, ya no duermas...

    que tus hijos venideros
    se han abiertos las venas
    y están listas transfusiones
    para que los vuelvas a tener...

    y te buscan, te reclaman
    para que nos vuelvas a tener
    Patria, ya no duermas...

    Sean eternos los laureles
    que supimos conseguir
    que supimos conseguir
    coronados de gloria vivamos
    o juremos con gloria morir
    o juremos con gloria morir



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    21-01-1988
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Cool an' Green an' Shady
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    Cool an' Green an' Shady
    Composer(s): John Denver
    Performer(s): John Denver



    Saturdays, holidays, easy afternoons
    Lazy days, summer days, nothin' much to do
    Rainy days are better days for hangin' out inside
    Grainy days and city ways make me wanna hide
    Some place cool and green and shady

    Find yourself a piece of grassy ground
    Lay down, close your eyes
    Find yourself and maybe lose yourself
    While your free spirit flies

    Find yourself a piece of grassy ground
    Lay down, close your eyes
    Find yourself and maybe lose yourself
    While your free spirit flies

    August skies, lullabies, promises to keep
    Dandelions and twisting vines, clover at your feet
    Memories of Aspen leaves trembling on the wind
    Honeybees and fantasies, where to start again

    Some place cool and green and shady
    Cool and green and shady
    Cool and green and shady
    Cool and green and shady
    Cool and green and shady
    Cool and green and shady
    Cool and green and shady ...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Patria Querida
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    Patria Querida
    Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo



    Si aún puedo soñar
    quiero soñar en ti
    si aún puedo cantar
    quiero cantar aquí
    si es tiempo de empezar
    para poder seguir
    te doy mi corazón
    todo lo que hay en mi
    toda mi vida…

    Patria Querida…
    querida Patria
    te doy mi vida
    te doy mis ansias

    Si aún puedo creer
    quiero creer en ti
    si aún puedo luchar
    yo lucharé por ti
    si aún puedo sentir
    te ofrezco el corazón
    el más profundo amor
    para sanar así
    nuestras heridas.

    Patria Querida…
    querida Patria
    te doy mi vida
    te doy mis ansias

    Si tengo que amar
    quiero amar aquí
    mis sueños, mi mujer
    los hijos que te di…
    si tengo que llorar
    si puedo ser feliz
    quiero que sea en ti
    así hasta morir
    toda mi vida…

    Patria querida…
    querida patria
    te doy mi vida
    te doy mis ansias



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    20-01-1988
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.365 Days
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    365 Days
    Performer(s): Rolf Harris



    A man went to his boss one day
    Said, "I apologize
    For bothering you like this, sir
    And perhaps it isn't wise
    But the wife is always on at me to ask for
    To ask for a rise"

    The boss said
    "That's no problem son, come in and take a pew
    And we'll figure it out together
    Just exactly what you do
    And in accordance to the work you do for us, lad
    You'll get what is due"

    "Now, there's three hundred and sixty-five days in the year
    I'll write that at the top," he said
    "Oh, this year's a leap year, I almost forgot
    That's three hundred and sixty-six instead"

    "You work eight hours a day for us
    That's eight out of twenty-four, that's one-third of a day you do
    And a third of three hundred and sixty-six
    Is one hundred and twenty-two"

    "Now you don't work Sundays, and there's fifty-two in a year"
    Hmmmmmm, "I take that away from this number we've got
    From that one hundred and twenty-two days
    That leaves seventy days, is that clear?"

    "And you don't work Saturdays, and there's fifty-two of them
    That leaves eighteen days overall
    You take away four bank holidays . . .
    And two weeks annual leave . . . .
    You Don't Work For Us At All!"



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me
    Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
    Performer(s): Shel Silverstein



    Oh, if you read in the papers that she's been seen
    A-gettin' in an' out of some millionaire's long custom-made limousine
    She may fool you with her smiles, but I can see
    That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless
    Pathetic way of gettin' over me

    So, you were down at Joe's on the night she broke her zipper
    And some lamebrain drunk champagne out o' her slipper
    And she danced on the piano, and she screamed, "Hooray, I'm free"
    That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless
    Pathetic way of gettin' over me

    Oh, she'll do anything she can just to make me jealous
    Of course, forgettin' me is gonna take her lots o' years
    So I call her now and then just out of pity
    When she laughs at me
    That's just her way of bravely holding back her tears
    What's that you say?
    She got married?
    Oh, the poor little fool
    To some handsome movie star with a mansion and a swimming pool?
    And she's looking good?
    And she's got a kid, or two or three?
    That's just her poor, hopeless, hapless, helpless
    Pathetic way of gettin' over me

    Pathetic way of tryin' to get over me
    But she ain't never gonna make it, honey
    I mean those guys... those guys you see her with now
    They're... they're the relatives... maybe business associates
    I mean... I know this woman
    And she's sittin' home bitin' her fingernails
    Let me tell you... she's just readin' magazines.
    She may look like she's enjoyin' herself
    That's the way she looks when she's really feelin' bad
    I know this woman



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    19-01-1988
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Simple Man (Lynyrd Skynyrd)
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    Simple Man
    Composer(s): Ronnie Van Zant; Gary Rossington
    First release by: Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1973
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Mama told me when I was young
    Come sit beside me, my only son
    And listen closely to what I say
    And if you do this
    It will help you some sunny day
    Take your time... Don't live too fast
    Troubles will come and they will pass
    Go find a woman and you'll find love
    And don't forget son
    There is someone up above

    And be a simple kind of man
    Be something you love and understand
    Be a simple kind of man
    Won't you do this for me son
    If you can?

    Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
    All that you need is in your soul
    And you can do this if you try
    All that I want for you my son
    Is to be satisfied

    And be a simple kind of man
    Be something you love and understand
    Be a simple kind of man
    Won't you do this for me son
    If you can?

    Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself
    Follow you heart and nothing else
    And you can do this if you try
    All I want for you my son
    Is to be satisfied

    And be a simple kind of man
    Be something you love and understand
    Be a simple kind of man
    Won't you do this for me son
    If you can?



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    Patches
    Composer(s): Larry Kolber; Barry Mann
    Performer(s): Dickey Lee



    Down by the river that flows by the coal yards
    Stand wooden houses with shutters torn down
    There lives a girl everybody calls Patches
    Patches my darling of Old Shanty town

    We plan to marry when June brought the summer
    I couldn't wait to make Patches my bride
    Now I don't see how that ever can happen
    My folks say No, and my heart breaks inside

    Patches oh what can I do
    I swear I'll always love you
    But a girl from that place would just bring me disgrace
    So my folks won't let me love you

    Each night I cry as I think of that shanty
    And pretty Patches there watching the door
    She doesn't know that I can't come to see her
    Patches must think that I love her no more

    I hear a neighbour telling my father
    He said a girl name of Patches was found
    Floating face down in that dirty old river
    That flows by the coal yards in Old Shanty Town

    Patches oh what can I do
    I swear I'll always love you
    It may not be right
    But I'll join you tonight
    Patches I'm coming to you



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    18-01-1988
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    Simple Man
    Composer(s): Graham Nash
    First release by: Graham Nash - 1971



    I am a simple man so I sing a simple song
    Never been so much in love and never hurt so bad at the same time
    I am a simple man and I play a simple tune
    Wish that I could see you once again across the room
    Like the first time

    Just want to hold you, don't want to hold you down
    I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around
    And I can't make it alone

    The ending of the tale is the singing of the song
    Make me proud to be your man, only you can make me strong
    Like the last time

    Just want to hold you, don't want to hold you down
    I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around
    And I can't make it alone



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Patches (Chairmen of the Board)
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    Patches Composer(s): Ronald Dunbar - General Johnson First release by: Chairmen of the Board - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists Versions In Other Languages: 1971 - Cash (Eddy Mitchell) 1984 - Marvin (Titãs)



    I was born and raised down in Alabama on a farm way back up in the woods Oh I was so ragged folks used to call me "Patches" Papa used to tease me about it but deep down inside dad was hurtin' 'cause he'd done the best he could My papa was a great old man I can see him with a shovel in his hand Education that he never had But he did wonders when the times got bad The little money from the crops we raised Barely paid the bills we made Oh life whipped him Down to the ground When he tried to get up Life would kick him back down On the day papa called me To his dyin' bed Placed his hand on my shoulders And in tears he said Patches I'm depending on you, son To pull the family through My son, it's all left up to you Two days later papa passed away And I became a man that day Everyday I had to work the fields 'Cause that's the only way We got our meals See, I was the oldest of the family And everybody was depending on me Now the years have passed And everybody's grown Mama's been livin' In a brand new home Lord knows it took A lot of sweat and tears And my daddy's voice To help us through the years He said Patches I'm depending on you, son To pull the family through My son, it's all left up to you Daddy had been sick for a long time, flat on his back Every evenin' after we'd finish our chores and eat our dinner we'd all go into papa's room to cheer him up a little And this particular day dad was in good spirits sittin' on the side of the bed, tellin' mama how good she looked When all of a sudden, papa had a pain in his chest I was too young to understand, talkin' about a heart attack here Mama rushed us all out of the room into the hallway About ten minutes later she came out with tears in her eyes She called out to me, "Patches, Patches, get in here, boy Your daddy wanna see you" I went runnin' into papa's room, there papa lay Daddy had tears in his eyes I knew something was wrong, daddy was a poor man but all of my life he'd been a proud man I knelt down on one knee beside the bed, papa put his hand on my shoulder He said, "Patches, Patches, boy the hammer of life done beat your old papa down to the ground and I ain't got nobody to turn to to take care of mama and the younger So what I want you to do is promise me, son is that you're gonna do your best to help your mama as much as you can" I said, "Papa, I'm gonna do my best" But little did I know then like I know now that tryin' to climb life's mountains searchin' for a top where there ain't no top sometimes you find yourself frustrated, lazy But every time I feel like I can't live my life like I want to my mind goes back to that day when I see those tears in my daddy's eyes But most of all I remember his words, "Patches, I'm dependin' on you, boy" Every time I feel like givin' up, I hear his voice "Patches, Patches, Patches, Patches" I'm depending on you, son I've tried to do my best It's up to you to do the rest Patches I'm depending on you, son I've tried to do my best It's up to you to do the rest Patches I'm depending on you, son To pull the family through My son, it's all left up to you



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    17-01-1988
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Simple Man (Gary Puckett)
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    Simple Man
    Performer(s): Gary Puckett & The Union Gap



    I dream of the magic to make you want me once again
    A sorrowed man sees loneliness in years to come
    So all alone without you
    Could you see me standing by your window in the rain
    Did you hear the words my heart could feel, but I can't say
    I could hear you gaily laughing
    While my life was slowly passing away

    A simple man without the words to make things right
    Who longs to hope you see my love in your dreams
    Now it may be I'll never win
    Your love, I can't stop trying
    For I love you, I love you
    And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near

    A simple man without the words to make things right
    I only want to hope you see my love in your dreams
    Now it may be I'll never win
    Your love, I can't stop trying
    For I love you, I love you
    And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near
    And I pray you'll hear my heart still wants you near

    A simple man without the words to make things right
    I only want to hope, you'll see my love in your dreams
    Now it may be I'll never win
    Your love, I can't stop trying
    For I love you, I love you
    And I pray you'll hear my heart ...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Påtalåten
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    Påtalåten
    Composer(s): Ola Magnell
    Performer(s): Ola Magnell



    Du har känslan, men inte rätta viljan
    Att sitta ner och hitta på en visa så fin
    Märren ränner hän av i sken över tiljan
    Bonden studsar upp i sin nya slåttermaskin
    Kul, kul inte sant, men inget intressant
    Kommer från din skvattgalna höstack e' de' sagt
    Men fast nu stupet är brant så klarar du galant
    Språnget över detta jättelika schakt
    Och nätters lätta takt

    Men din mamma hon tycker att du slarvar
    När du sätter dig och gnolar på en töntig melodi
    Gubben far går på åkern och harvar
    Han har en rågrak och mustig terminologi
    Men jag, jag tycker för min del att de' inte e' stort fel
    I att vara lite vilsen i vår nya sköna värld
    Många liv står på spel och vill du va' hel
    Får du sluta kuta runt och snacka strunt
    Och hålla tunt om vad du lärt

    Bror står i jorden och påtar
    Han tittar upp i skyn, det ser ut att bli blött
    Lillebror lyssnar på låtar
    Regn duggar lätt och du tänker förstrött
    Så sent som i fjol stod en tupp där och gol
    Det fanns blå viol och kor och vackra ängder där du bor
    Det lyste en sol och du kunde bli mol
    Tyst av en schysst illusion om att du tror att du blir stor

    Men nu står maskiner och schaktar
    Blommande äng har blivit avgas och betong
    E' de' så märkligt att man faktiskt föraktar
    Alla korumpeer med sin pappersjargong
    Jag blir snart desperat av att leva i en stat
    Uppbyggd av profit och bostadssegregation
    Ingen smart demokrat blir så flat och moderat
    Som i vår gistna, kristna västerländska Dollarcivilisation

    Men hellre än att äga miljoner
    Gick du i din barndoms hage bland snår
    Och kände valldoft och lockande toner
    Från rapphöns, fasaner och bräkande får
    Men ditt rastlösa flås och din storstadsneuros
    Din magnecyl, ditt gräs och din gamla alkohol
    Håller på att ta kål på din vilja av stål
    Och även om du vrålar har du inga stålar kvar att nå ditt mål



    Categorie:Scand. Songs

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    16-01-1988
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Simple Gifts
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    Simple Gifts
    (French & German Versions: Je Te Regarde; Sing Ein Lied)
    Composer(s): E. Joseph Brackett; J. Sakel
    Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
    and multiple other artists



    T'is the gift to be simple
    T'is the gift to be free
    T'is the gift to come down
    Where we ought to be
    And when we find ourselves
    In the place just right
    T'll be in the valley of love and delight

    When true simplicity is gained
    To bow and to bend
    We will not be ashamed
    To turn, to turn will be our delight
    Till by turning, turning
    We come round right

    T'is the gift to be simple
    T'is the gift to be free
    T'is the gift to come down
    Where we ought to be
    And when we find ourselves
    In the place just right
    T'll be in the valley of love and delight

    When true simplicity is gained
    To bow and to bend
    We will not be ashamed
    To turn, to turn will be our delight
    Till by turning, turning
    We come round right

    T'is the gift to be simple
    T'is the gift to be free
    T'is the gift to come down
    Where we ought to be
    And when we find ourselves
    In the place just right
    T'll be in the valley of love and delight

    When true simplicity is gained
    To bow and to bend
    We will not be ashamed
    To turn, to turn will be our delight
    Till by turning, turning
    We come round right

    Lala la lala la
    Lalala la lalala
    Lalala lalala
    Lalala lala lala
    Lalala lalala
    Lalalala lalala
    Lalala lalala
    Lala lala lala lala

    Lala la lala la
    Lalala la lalala
    Lalala lalala
    Lalala lala lala
    Lalala lalala
    Lalalala lalala
    Lalala lalala
    Lala lala lala lala

    Lala la lala la
    Lalala la lalala
    Lalala lalala
    Lalala...



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    Pata Pata
    Composer(s): Miriam Makeba; Jerry Ragovoy
    Performer(s): Miriam Makeba



    Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata)
    Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata)
    Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata)
    sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)

    Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
    hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pa (pata pata)
    a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pat (pata pata)
    a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pat (pata pata)

    Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pat (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)

    Pata Pata is the name of a dance
    we do down Johannesburg way
    and everybody starts to move
    as soon as pata pata starts to play, hoo

    Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pat (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)

    Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
    Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
    a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pat (pata pata)
    a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pat (pata pata)

    Haji-a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga jo-ho (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pat (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si (pata pata)

    Hoo, every friday and saturday night
    it´s pata pata-time
    the dance keeps going all night long
    til the morning sun begins to shine
    hey aya sat wuguga sat ,wo-ho-o (pata pata)

    Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pat (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata)

    Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
    Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata (pata pata)
    a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pat (pata pata)
    a-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pat (pata pata)

    Huh - a sat wuguga sat - hit it! (pata pata)
    aah - sat wuguga sat - aim not si - hit it (pata pata)
    a sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata (pata pata) .....




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    15-01-1988
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    Sing Ein Lied
    (English & French Versions: Simple Gifts; Je Te Regarde
    Composer(s): E. Joseph Brackett; J. Sakel; B. Otto
    Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



    Sing ein Lied auf die Freude
    Sing ein Lied auf den Tag
    Sing ein Lied dem Menschen
    Der dich gerne mag
    Im Lachen aller Kinder liegt die Melodie
    Für ein Lied so sorgenfrei wie sie

    Auf alles Schöne das wir sehn
    Wenn wir durch dieses Leben gehn
    Es gibt doch so vieles auf unserer Welt
    Was uns froh macht und unseren Alltag erhellt

    Sing ein Lied auf die Liebe
    Sing ein Lied auf die Nacht
    Sing ein Lied dem Morgen
    Der dich fröhlich macht
    Im Rauschen aller Bäume liegt die Melodie
    Für ein Lied so mächtig und alt wie sie

    Auf alles Schöne das wir sehn
    Wenn wir durch dieses Leben gehn
    Es gibt doch so vieles auf unserer Welt
    Was uns froh macht und unseren Alltag erhellt

    Sing ein Lied auf die Hoffnung
    Sing ein Lied auf das Glück
    Sing ein Lied dem Zufall
    Und dem Augenblick
    Im Schlagen aller Uhren liegt die Melodie
    Für ein Lied so beständig und zeitlos wie sie

    Auf alles Schöne das wir sehn
    Wenn wir durch dieses Leben gehn
    Es gibt doch so vieles auf unserer Welt
    Was uns froh macht und unseren Alltag erhellt

    Sing ein Lied auf die Freude
    Sing ein Lied auf den Tag
    Sing ein Lied dem Menschen
    Der dich gerne mag
    Im Lachen aller Kinder liegt die Melodie
    Für ein Lied so sorgenfrei wie sie

    Lala la lala la
    Lalala la lalala
    Lalala lalala
    Lalala lala lala
    Lalala lalala
    Lalalala lalala
    Lalala lalala
    Lala lala lala lala

    Lala la lala la
    Lalala la lalala
    Lalala lalala
    Lalala lala lala
    Lalala lalala
    Lalalala lalala
    Lalala lalala
    Lala lala lala lala

    Lala la lala la
    Lalala la lalala
    Lalala lalala
    Lalala...



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    Pat Reilly
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Planxty



    It bein' on a monday morning, it bein' our pay day
    We met Sergeant Jenkins at our goin' away
    He says to Pat Reilly "You are a handsome young man
    Will you come to John Kelly's where we will set a dram"

    And while we sat there boozin' and drinkin' our dram
    He says to Pat Reilly "You are a handsome young man
    I'd have you take the bounty and come along with me
    To the sweet County Longford, strange faces there you'll see"

    "Oh no kind sir, a soldier's life with me would not agree
    Nor neither would I bind myself down from my liberty
    For I lived as happy as a prince, my mind does tell me so
    So fare thee well, I'm just goin' down, my ?shatter for to thow?

    "Oh are you in a hurry, are you goin' away?
    Or won't you stop and listen to these words I'm goin' to say
    Perhaps now Pat Reilly, you might do something worse
    Than to leave your native country and enlist in the Black Horse"

    Oh it's I took the bounty, the reckoning was paid
    The ribbons were brought out, me boys, and into my cockade
    It's early the next morning we all were made to stand
    Before our grand general with hats all in our hands

    He says to Pat Reilly "You are a little too low
    With some other regiment I fear you have to go"
    "I may go where I will, I have no-one to mourn
    For my mother is dead, me boys, and never will return"

    It's not in the morning that I sing this song
    But it's in the cold evening as I march alone
    With me gun o'er my shoulder I bitterly do weep
    When I think of my true love that now lies fast asleep

    My blessing on my mother that reared me neat and clean
    But bad luck to my father that made me serve the queen
    Oh had he been an honest man and learned to me my trade
    I would never have enlisted nor worn the cockade



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    14-01-1988
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    T'en Va Pas
    Composer(s): Geo Voumard; Émile Gardar
    First performance by: Esther Ofarim - 1963



    Je n'ai pas su trouver les mots pour te garder mais je pense tout bas
    T'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas
    Quand je parlais trop fort à travers et à tort, ce n'était pas ma voix
    T'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas

    Au plus noir de l'été, quand l'orage est tombé refleurissent les bois
    T'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas
    Si ton cur et ton corps se souviennent encore une dernière fois
    T'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas

    L'amour a fait parfois tomber les forteresses
    La mort a fait parfois se trouver les vivants
    Ma joie et ma détresse, parties avec le vent
    Revenez-moi, toi, je t'attends

    Toi, mon pain, mon soleil, qui volas mon sommeil, avec toi rends-le moi
    T'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas
    Si ton cur et ton corps se souviennent encore une dernière fois
    T'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas, t'en va pas

    Et si ma voix t'arrive là-bas
    Reviens sur tes pas, sur tes pas, sur tes pas
    Reviens-moi



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    Pat Malone Forgot That He Was Dead
    Composer(s): Harry C. Clide; Jas. J. Sweeney



    Times were hard in Irish town; everything was going down
    Pat Malone was pushed for ready cash
    He'd the life insurance spent; all his money, too, had went
    And all of his affairs had gone to smash
    His wife spoke up and said, "Now, dear Pat, if you were dead
    This twenty thousand dollars we could take"
    And so Pat laid down and tried to make out that he had died
    Until he smelled the whiskey at the wake
    Then Pat Malone forgot that he was dead
    He raised himself in the bed and what he said
    "If this wake goes on a minute, to be sure the corpse is in it
    You'll have to keep me drunk to keep me dead"

    So they gave the corpse a cup, and afterward they filled it up
    And laid him down again upon the bed
    And before the morning grey, everybody felt so gay
    They forgot that Pat was only playing dead
    So they loaded him from the bunk, still alive but awful drunk
    And put him in the coffin with a prayer
    And the driver of the cart said, "Be God, I'll never start
    Until I see that someone pays the fare"
    Then Pat Malone forgot that he was dead
    He raised himself in the coffin, while he said
    "If you fairly doubt my credit, you'll be sorry that you said it
    You drive on or else the corpse will break your head

    So the funeral started out on the cemetery route
    And the neighbors tried the widow to console
    'Til they got beside the base of Malone's last resting place
    And gently lowered Patrick in the hole
    Then Pat began to see, just as plain as one could see
    That he'd forgot to reckon on the end
    And as clods began to drop he broke loose the coffin top
    And quickly to the earth he did ascend
    Then Pat Malone forgot that he was dead
    And from the cemetery quickly fled
    He came nearly going under, it's a lucky thing, by thunder
    That Pat Malone forgot that he was dead



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    13-01-1988
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    Simple Comme Bonjour
    Composer(s): Roméo Carlès; Marcel Louiguy
    Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Johnny Uvergolts



    C'est une histoire si banale
    Vraiment si peu originale
    Je ne sais pas pourquoi, en vérité
    On me la fait toujours répéter
    Ell's ont été plus qu'une copine
    C'était pour moi presqu'une frangine
    Mais l'aventure tient en quelques mots concis
    Et l'on peut la résumer ainsi

    La blonde et la brune
    S'entendaient depuis toujours
    L'amour en prit une
    Tout ça est simple comme bonjour...

    Car un beau jour, il est venu un gars
    Dont les grands yeux étaient pleins de tendresse
    Mais elle était bien plus belle que moi
    Et c'est la blonde qui fut sa maîtresse

    C'est une histoire si banale
    Elle n'est guère originale
    À travers un voile de pleurs dans les yeux
    Je les ai vus partir tous les deux

    Chacun disait qu'elle était belle
    Ces mots, comme une ritournelle
    Dansaient dans ma tête
    Et y dansent depuis
    Sans prévenir, les jours et les nuits

    La blonde et la brune
    Jadis, riaient de l'amour
    L'amour en prit une
    Tout ça est simple comme bonjour

    Le gars parti, la fille avec lui
    Je suis restée avec pour seul ami
    Ma lourde peine et, chaque jour, l'ennui
    Emplit mon cœur et plane sur ma vie

    Mon Dieu, que l'histoire est banale
    Et qu'elle est peu originale!
    Ça finirait là qu'on en parlerait plus
    Mais le hasard ne l'a pas voulu

    Chacun disait qu'elle était belle
    Ah, l'obsédante ritournelle!
    Alors, quand j'l'ai vue
    Toute seule au fond du bois...
    Mais tout ça ne regarde que moi

    La blonde et la brune
    Sont séparées pour toujours
    Il n'en reste qu'une
    Tout ça est simple comme bonjour



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    Sabato Pomeriggio
    Composer(s): Claudio Baglioni; Antonio Coggio
    Performer(s): Claudio Baglioni



    Passerotto non andare via
    Nei tuoi occhi il sole muore già
    Scusa se la colpa è un poco mia
    Se non so tenerti ancora qua.
    Ma cosa è stato di un amore
    Che asciugava il mare
    Che voleva vivere
    Volare
    Che toglieva il fiato
    Ed è ferito ormai
    Non andar via
    Non andar via
    Ti prego
    Passerotto non andare via
    Senza i tuoi capricci che farò
    Ogni cosa basta che sia tua
    Con il cuore a pezzi cercherò
    Ma cosa è stato di quel tempo
    Che sfidava il vento
    Che faceva fremere
    Gridare
    Contro il cielo
    Non lasciarmi solo no ...
    Non andar via
    Non andar via
    Senza te morirei
    Senza te scoppierei
    Senza te brucerei
    Tutti i sogni miei
    Solo senza di te che farei
    Senza te
    Sabato pian piano se ne va
    Passerotto ma che senso ha
    Non ti ricordi
    Migravamo come due gabbiani
    Ci amavamo
    E le tue mani
    Da tenere, da scaldare
    Passerotto no
    Non andar via ...




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