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  • 22-07-1988
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    Sir William Gower
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Fairport Convention



    I am a sailor, both stout and strong
    To a goodly vessel I do belong
    Well guard and anchored and well equipped
    Sir William Gower and a very fine ship

    Our captain in his cabin lay
    When a dreadful voice to him did say
    "This night with me in the deep you'll be
    So prepare yourself and your company"

    The sky grew dark and the sea grew still
    Though the men were fearful and the air was chill
    Sir William rose to meet his men
    Saying "Hear me now for I'll not speak again"

    "I loved my mother when she was alive
    And to my sister I gave babies five
    I killed my wife and her children three
    So I now must face what has come for me"

    "You'll lash a timber close to my side
    And throw me out on the water wide
    And if I swim then let me be
    But if I sink them pray for me"

    So we tied his head and we tied his feet
    And around his middle a winding sheet
    At every knot the sea did stir
    Grew ready for the murderer

    And then we saw his open grave
    The likeness of a single wave
    That swept our ship from her stern to her bow
    And bore away Sir William Gower



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    Philadelphia Filly
    Composer(s): Tracy Pendarvis
    Performer(s): Tracy Pendarvis



    Tallahassie Lassie had a lot on the ball
    Susie Q and Peggy Sue has met you all
    My Philly filly from old P A
    A modern day rocker in a space age way
    Philadelphia filly
    Man, she's a dilly, hey!

    When she's dancin', she can really go
    Twistin' or a-boppin', she steals the show
    Looks so neat, walkin' down the street
    She's my filly and she can't be beat
    Philadelphia filly
    Man, she's a dilly, no!

    When she kisses, she makes a smack
    Makes a shiver run up my back
    Dressed for a weddin' or in old blue jeans
    Sweetest gal that you've ever seen
    Philadelphia filly
    Man, she's a dilly, hey!

    Number one rocker all over this land
    Swingin' to the music on the big bandstand
    Speaking in class or doin' handjive
    Makes everybody just come alive
    Philadelphia filly
    Man she's a dilly, hey!

    When she's dancin', she can really go
    Twistin' or a-boppin', she steals the show
    Looks so neat, walkin' down the street
    She's my filly and she can't be beat
    Philadelphia filly
    Man, she's a dilly, hey!

    Philadelphia filly
    Oh, she's a dilly
    Philadelphia filly
    Oh, more pity..........



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    21-07-1988
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    Marianne
    Composer(s): G. Bigazzi; Sergio Endrigo
    First performance by: Sergio Endrigo - 1968



    Marianne
    Mi fai felice per un attimo
    Poi non vivo più
    Marianne

    Che cos'è
    Questa gran voglia che hai di correre?
    Non ti fermi mai
    Qui con me

    Dove vai? Da dove vieni amore?
    Dove vai? Rimani ancora accanto a me
    Se per sognare vendi i sogni tuoi
    Forse è disperata la tua gioventù

    Marianne
    Tu ami i fiori e non ti accorgi mai
    Che io amo te
    Marianne

    Marianne
    Dove vai? Da dove vieni amore?
    Dove vai? Rimani ancora accanto a me
    Se per sognare vendi i sogni tuoi
    Forse è disperata la tua gioventù

    Marianne
    Tu ami i fiori e non ti accorgi mai
    Che io amo te
    Marianne
    Marianne
    Marianne



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Phenomenal Cat
    Composer(s): Ray Davies
    Performer(s): The Kinks



    A long, long time ago
    In the land of idiot boys
    There lived a cat, a phenomenal cat
    Who loved to wallow all day

    No one bothered him
    As he sat, content in his tree.
    He just lived to eat 'cause it kept him fat
    And that's how he wanted to stay

    Though he was big and fat
    All the world was good to him,
    And he pointed out on the map
    All the places he had been
    Kathmandu, The Scilley Isles and Sahara, too

    Fum, fum, diddle-um di
    La la la la, la-la la la
    La la la la, la-la la la la
    La la la la-la la la

    Once when he was thin
    He had flown to old Hong Kong
    And had learned the secret of life
    And the sea and the sky beyond
    So he gave up his diet and sat in a tree
    And ate himself through eternity

    Fum, fum, diddle-um di
    La la la la la-la la la
    La la la la, la-la la la la
    La la la la-la la la
    Fum, fum, diddle-um di
    Fum, fum, diddle-um di



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    20-07-1988
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    Sir Patrick Spens
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Ewan MacColl - 1951
    and multiple other artists



    The King sits in Dunfirmline town, drinking of the blood-red wine
    "Where can I get a steely skipper to sail this might boat of mine?"

    Then up there spoke a bonny boy, sitting at the King's right knee
    "Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman that ever sailed upon the sea"

    The King has written a broad letter and sealed it up with his own right hand
    Sending word unto Sir Patrick to come to him at his command

    "An enemy then this must be who told the lie concerning me
    For I was never a very good seaman, nor ever do intend to be"

    "Last night I saw the new moon clear with the new moon in her hair
    And that is a sign since we were born that means there'll be a deadly storm"

    They had not sailed upon the deep a day, a day but barely free
    When loud and boisterous blew the winds and loud and noisy blew the sea

    Then up there came a mermaiden, a comb and glass all in her hand
    "Here's to you my merry young men for you'll not see dry land again"

    "Long may my lady stand with a lantern in her hand
    Before she sees my bonny ship come sailing homeward to dry land"

    Forty miles off Aberdeen, the waters fifty fathoms deep
    There lies good Sir Patrick Spens with the Scots lords at his feet



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Phantom Writer
    Composer(s): Gary Wright
    Performer(s): Gary Wright



    I'm not trying to fool you
    I'm just trying to explain
    How my love for you is more than mystifyin'
    Oh baby, my love is blind

    In the light, it smiles from your face
    I feel the space where love is inside
    The light, it smiles from your face
    Melts my mind away

    Once I thought I loved you
    While I really was trying to find
    A way of touching my own reality
    Oh baby, I'm still trying

    In the light, it smiles from your face
    I feel the space where love is inside
    The light, it smiles from your face
    Melts my mind away
    Hey, hey, hey

    Let me learn to know you
    Can you show me a sign tonight
    I do believe I need to be near you now
    Oh baby, love shines

    In the light, it smiles from your face
    I feel the space where love is inside
    The light, it smiles from your face
    Melts my mind away

    The light, it smiles from your face
    Fix me the space where love is inside
    The light, it smiles from your face
    Melts my mind away



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    19-07-1988
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    La Source
    Composer(s): Guy Bonnet; Henri Djian; Daniel Faure
    First performance by: Isabelle Aubret - 1968



    Elle chante au milieu du bois
    La source et je me demande
    S'il faut croire à cette légende
    D'une fille qu'on y trouva

    Elle était blonde, elle était douce
    Elle aimait à se reposer
    Dans le bois, couchée sur la mousse
    Ecoutant les oiseaux chanter
    Un jour qu'elle allait à la ville
    Par le bois où elle passait
    Elle vit soudain, immobiles
    Trois hommes qui la regardaient
    Trois hommes qui la regardaient

    Elle chante au milieu du bois
    La source, et je me demande
    S'il faut croire à cette légende
    D'une fille qu'on y trouva

    Ils étaient là, trois, à l'attendre
    Trois hommes-loups, cette brebis
    Elle avait la chair bien trop tendre
    Ils avaient bien trop d'appétit
    Elle ne savait pas défendre
    Le souffle léger de sa vie
    Elle tomba sur l'herbe tendre
    Comme un oiseau tombe du nid
    Comme un oiseau tombe du nid

    Elle chante au milieu du bois
    La source, et je me demande
    S'il faut croire à cette légende
    D'une fille qu'on y trouva

    Quand on l'a soulevée de terre
    Comme une grande fleur coupée
    Sa robe blanche et la lumière
    On aurait dit une mariée
    Quand on l'a soulevée de terre
    On aurait dit comme un grand lys
    Entre les feuilles, entre les pierres
    Une claire source a jailli
    Une claire source a jailli

    Elle chante au milieu du bois
    La source, et je me demande
    S'il faut croire à cette légende
    D'une fille qu'on y trouva

    S'il faut croire à cette légende
    D'une fille qu'on y trouva



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Phantom Of The Opera
    Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber;
    Charles Hart; Richard Stillgoe
    Performer(s): Sarah Brightman;
    and various other artists



    Christine:
    In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came....
    that voice which calls to me and speaks my name...
    And do I dream again? For now I find
    the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside my mind...

    Phantom:
    Sing once again with me our strange duet...
    My power over you grows stronger yet...
    And though you turn from me,to glance behind,
    the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your mind...

    Christine:
    Those who have seen your face
    draw back in fear...
    I am the mask you wear...

    Phantom:
    It's me they hear...

    Both:
    You're/my spirit and you're/my voice, in one combined:
    the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your/my mind...

    Chorus:
    He's there,the Phantom of the Opera...
    Beware the Phantom of the Opera...

    Phantom:
    In all your fantasies
    you always knew
    that man and mystery...

    Christine:
    ...were both in you...

    Both:
    And in this labyrinth
    where night is blind
    the Phantom of the Opera is there/here
    inside your/my mind...

    Phantom:
    Sing my Angel of Music!
    He's there
    The Phantom of the Opera....



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    18-07-1988
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    Sir Joseph
    Performer(s): Gilbert & Sullivan



    When I was a lad I served a term
    As office boy to an Attorney's firm
    I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor
    And I polished up the handle of the big front door
    I polished up that handle so carefullee
    That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

    He polished, ...

    As office boy I made such a mark
    That they gave me the post of a junior clerk
    I served the writs with a smile so bland
    And I copied all the letters in a big round hand
    I copied all the letters in a hand so free
    That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

    He copied, ...

    In serving writs I made such a name
    That an articled clerk I soon became
    I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit
    For the pass examination at the Institute
    And that pass examination did so well for me
    That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

    And that pass examination, ...

    Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip
    That they took me into the partnership
    And that junior partnership, I ween
    Was the only ship that I ever had seen
    But that kind of ship so suited me
    That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

    But that kind, ...

    I grew so rich that I was sent
    By a pocket borough into Parliament
    I always voted at my party's call
    And I never thought of thinking for myself at all
    I thought so little, they rewarded me
    By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

    He thought so little, ...

    Now landsmen all, whoever you may be
    If you want to rise to the top of the tree
    If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool
    Be careful to be guided by this golden rule
    Stick close to your desks and never go to sea
    And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee!

    Stick close, ...



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Big Joe ... And Phantom 309
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    Big Joe ... And Phantom 309
    Composer(s): Tommy Faile
    First release by: Red Sovine - 1967
    Covered by multiple other artists



    I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make a buck
    And things didn't work out, I was down on my luck
    Got tired a-roamin' and bummin' around
    So I started thumbin' back East, toward my home town

    Made a lot of miles, the first two days
    And I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out this way
    But, the third night I got stranded, way out of town
    At a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pourin' down

    I was hungry and freezin', done caught a chill
    When the lights of a big semi topped the hill
    Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on
    And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd be warm

    At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
    He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
    Big Joe's the name, I told him mine
    And he said: The name of my rig is Phantom 309

    I asked him why he called his rig such a name
    He said: Son, this old Mack can put 'em all to shame
    There ain't a driver, or a rig, a-runnin' any line
    that seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309

    Well, we rode and talked the better part of the night
    When the lights of a truck stop came in sight
    He said: I'm sorry son, this is as far as you go
    'Cause, I gotta make a turn, just on up the road

    Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low
    And said: Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe
    When Joe and his rig roared out in the night
    In nothin' flat, he was clean out of sight

    Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup
    Told the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up
    Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet
    And the waiter's face turned kinda white

    Well, did I say something wrong? I said with a halfway grin
    He said: Naw, this happens every now and then
    Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe
    But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago

    At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged him down
    There was a bus load of kids, a comin' from town
    And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill
    It could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheels

    Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid
    And gave his life to save that bunch-a kids
    And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line
    For Big Joe and phantom 309

    But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
    And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
    Here, have another cup and forget about the dime
    Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309!



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    17-07-1988
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    Kun Kello Käy
    First performance by: Kristina Hautala - 1968



    Ei enempää, ei vähempää
    kun lähempää sun nähdä vain saan

    Vain olla tässä anna mun
    luokses kerran kun jäin
    niin tahdon nyt näin
    Mutt' silti vain on pelkonain

    Kun kello käy
    taas liian paljon se lyö
    on kohta päättynyt yö
    taas alkaa arkinen työ
    Kun kello käy
    niin kohta nähdä saan sen
    sua löydä viereltäin en
    oi miksi aika näin kiiruhtaa

    Ei enempää, ei vähempää
    kun lähempää sun nähdä vain saan

    Vain olla tässä anna mun
    luokses kerran kun jäin
    niin tahdon nyt näin
    Mutt' silti vain on pelkonain

    Kun kello käy
    ja aamun kalpean tois
    ei tähdet hehkuaan lois
    käyt niiden kanssa sä pois
    Kun kello käy
    niin myötä vanhenen sen
    jää aika rakkauden
    oi miksei kellot voi seisahtaa

    Vain olla tässä anna mun
    luokses kerran kun jäin
    niin tahdon nyt näin
    Mutt' silti vain on pelkonain

    Kun kello käy
    taas liian paljon se lyö
    on kohta päättynyt yö
    taas alkaa arkinen työ
    Kun kello käy
    niin myötä vanhenen sen
    jää aika rakkauden
    oi miksei kellot voi
    seisahtaa



    Categorie:Scand. Songs

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    Pfft You Were Gone
    Composer(s): Buck Owens
    Performer(s): Buck Owens;
    Archie Campbell; Hee Haw



    Down here on the farm the weather gets messy
    Laying around with nothin' to do
    When you went away, you took my cow Bessie
    I miss her darling, more than I miss you

    You took off your leg, your wig and your eye glass
    And you should've seen the look on my face
    I wanted to kiss, I wanted to hug you
    But you were scattered all over the place

    Chorus:
    Where, where, are you tonight?
    Why did you leave me here all alone?
    I searched the world over
    And thought I found true love
    You met another and
    Phht! you were gone

    I know that you loved me, here's my way of knowing
    The proofs hanging out right there on the line
    When I see the snow and feel the wind blowing
    Your nighties hugging them long johns of mine

    The noises you made at our supper table
    Your habits, my dear, were surely absurd
    But how many times do I have to tell you
    Soup is a dish to be seen and not heard

    Chorus:
    Where, oh where, are you tonight?
    Why did you leave me here all alone?
    I searched the world over
    And thought I found true love
    You met another and
    Phht! you were gone

    Remember you phoned me a-sobbin' and cryin'
    The dog bit your maw, and drug her around
    You said she looked pale and thought she was dying
    I said "Don't worry, I'll buy a new hound"

    I had six kids and you had eleven
    And we had a boy, and they grew like flowers
    I wish you'd come back, without you ain't heaven
    'Cause your kids and my kids are beatin' up ours

    Chorus:
    Where, oh where, are you tonight?
    Why did you leave me here all alone?
    I searched the world over
    And thought I found true love
    You met another and
    Phht! you were gone

    I searched the world over
    And thought I found true love
    You met another and
    Phht! you were gone...



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    16-07-1988
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    Sir Godfrey
    Composer(s): J. Mareuil; G. Liferman
    Performer(s): Yves Montand



    Sir Godfrey est l'homme de Londres
    C'est l'intime des gens du monde
    Son parfait humour fait les beaux jours
    De l'empire britannique
    Il est snob à plus d'un titre
    À son ch'val il donne des huîtres
    Et fuit avec horreur toutes les jeunes filles en fleur

    Cet homme un peu à part
    Passe des heures au billard
    Sans le moindre petit accroc
    À chaque week-end il part
    Pour la chasse aux canards
    Ou le golf de casino
    C'est le genre vieux garçon
    Il tond son gazon
    Par petits morceaux
    À coups d'ciseaux
    Il tomb'ra sur un ostrogot d'une grande famille
    Qui voudra caser sa fille
    Alors tout s'ra parfait pour ce cher Sir Godfrey

    Mais on ne sait guère que cet homme exemplaire
    En réalité s'appelle Smith
    Et que depuis toujours chez Smith on est gangster
    De père en fils
    Attaques à main armée, hold-up en tous genres
    Vieille renommée, maison de confiance
    Eté comme hiver
    Aujourd'hui comme hier
    On est fils d'Albion, on respecte la tradition

    Le brouillard descend sur Londres
    Dans la nuit se glisse une ombre
    Celle de Sir Godfrey, le roi du requiem
    Systématique le voici à l'heure du crime
    "I beg your pardon sir...
    Your money please... please
    Thank you sir"
    Il traite toutes ses affaires dans les quartiers déserts

    Oui mais si par hasard il entre dans un bar
    Quelque part dans le Soho
    Tous les mouvais garçons figés comme des glaçons
    Ont soudain froid dans le dos
    Sans dire un seul mot, il fait son boulot
    Un trou dons la peau, un coup d'chopeou
    À ceux qui manquent de policemen pour les défendre
    Puis Godfrey va se faire pendre
    Ailleurs et sans histoire disparaît dans l'brouillard

    Trois heures qui sonnent, c'est le moment
    Sir Godtrey frissonne, voici un autre client
    - Ho... I beg your pardon sir. What time is it please?
    - Three o'clock
    - Three o'clock? oh, thank you sir, thank you
    It's kind of you and... good night!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Pezzettini Di Bikini
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    Pezzettini Di Bikini ((Adapted from: Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini (by Brian Hyland) - 1960)) Composer(s): Lee Pockriss - Paul Vance - Testoni Performer(s): Dalida - 1960 Versions In Other Languages: 1960 - Itsi Bitsi, Petit Bikini (by Dalida) 1960 - Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Honolulu-Strand-Bikini (by Caterina Valente) 1960 - En Mægtig Smart Men Meget Sart Bikini (by Dirch Passer) 1968 - Flower-Power-Kleid (by Wencke Myhre)



    Dalla cabina uscir non voleva
    Io le chiedevo piccina perchè
    Non voglio uscire cosi ripondeva
    Son troppi gli occhi che guardano me

    Un, due, tre dicci sotto cosa c'è

    Portava un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini
    Che copriva da qui fino a qui
    Un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini
    Lei non voleva mostrarsi cosi

    Un, due, tre dicci soito cosa c'è

    Si mise un lungo pudico pastrano
    E finalmente avanzo verso il mar
    Era un costume davvero un po strano
    Gridavan tutti che bel palombar

    Un, due, tre ma dicci sotto cosa c'è

    Portava un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini
    Che copriva da qui fino a qui
    Un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini
    Lei non voleva mostrarsi cosi

    Un, due, tre dicci setto cosa c'è

    Poi finalmente si spoglia e si getta
    Ma tutti quanti la stanno a guardar
    Non ha il coraggio di uscir poveretta
    Non ha il coraggio di uscire dal mar

    Un, due, tre ma dicci sotto cosa c'è

    Portava un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini
    Che copriva da qui fino a qui
    Un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini
    Lei non voleva mostrarsi cosi

    Quel bikini a pezzettini
    Che fortuna le porto
    Un regista la vide
    Per un film la scritturo



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    15-07-1988
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    Det Börjar Verka Kärlek Banne Mej
    First performance by: Claes-Göran Hederström - 1968



    I förrgårs sa jag plötsligt nej till killarna
    när dom skulle ha ett party
    Sen satt jag en hel kväll å konverserade
    med din mamma och var artig

    Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mej
    Sånt som man ser på bio, tänka sej
    Jag är ej misstänksam men tanken sticker fram
    men för all del - jag kan ha fel

    I går kväll gick jag med dej på en snyftare
    fast jag ville gå på pang-pang
    Å sen satt jag å hörde på en stråkkvartett
    jag som bara gillar dang-dang

    Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mej
    Sånt som man det står i böcker, tänka sej
    Jag fattar ingenting, jag är väl lite ding
    så för all del - jag kan ha fel

    I morse sjöng jag när jag borsta' tänderna
    och sen fick jag arbetsdille
    Sen ringde jag till dej om inte nånting alls
    bara för jag helt plötsligt ville

    Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mej
    Sånt där som händer andra, tänka sej
    Det nästan pekar på att jag är kär och så
    men för all del - jag kan ha fel

    Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mej
    Sånt där som händer andra, tänka sej
    Det nästan pekar på att jag är kär och så
    men för all del - jag kan ha fel

    Jag kan ha fel



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

    Peut-Être
    Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



    Que restera t'il de ces jours
    Où notre vie n'était qu'amour
    Et que désir
    Un souvenir
    Peut-être
    Pourras-tu de la même voix
    Dire je t'aime en d'autres bras
    Balayant tout
    Ce qui fut nous
    Peut-être

    Peut-être
    Je ne vis que pars des peut-être
    Car sans toi il me faut l'admettre
    Je ne sais plus
    Si la vie vaut d'être vécu
    Peut-être

    Jamais ne m'avait effleuré
    L'idée que devait se quitter
    Étais-je en ça
    Trop sûr de moi
    Peut-être
    A présent que je suis plaideur
    Je fais le point de mes erreurs
    Est-il trop tard
    Pour un espoir
    Peut-être

    Peut-être
    Je me bas contre des peut-être
    Quand mon bonheur va disparaître
    A tout jamais
    Serai-je fort, Dieu seul le sait
    Peut-être

    Peut-être et pourtant
    Je crois dans ma peine
    Qu'il suffit d'un geste
    Un mot, un baiser
    Pour que tendrement
    L'amour se reprenne
    Et fasse le reste
    En coeur brisés

    On joue sa vie sur un instant
    Réfléchis quand il en temps
    Demain n'est fait
    Que de regrets
    Peut-être
    Il suffirait de presque rien
    Pour que nous changions le destin
    Désorienté
    Le coeur brisé
    Peut-être

    Peut-être
    Qu'au bout d'un million de peur-être
    Le bonheur en nous peut renaître
    Même plus fort
    Nous donnant plus d'amour encore
    Peut-être



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    14-07-1988
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    Sir Duke
    Composer(s): Stevie Wonder
    First release by: Stevie Wonder - 1976
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Music is a world within itself
    With a language we all understand
    With an equal opportunity
    For all to sing, dance and clap their hands
    But just because a record has a groove
    Don't make it in the groove
    But you can tell right away at letter A
    When the people start to move

    They can feel it all over
    They can feel it all over people
    They can feel it all over
    They can feel it all over people

    Music knows it is and always will
    Be one of the things that life just won't quit
    But here are some of music's pioneers
    That time will not allow us to forget
    For there's Basie, Miller, Satchmo
    And the king of all Sir Duke
    And with a voice like Ella's ringing out
    There's no way the band can lose

    You can feel it all over
    You can feel it all over people
    You can feel it all over
    You can feel it all over people

    You can feel it all over
    You can feel it all over people
    You can feel it all over
    You can feel it all over people

    You can feel it all over
    You can feel it all over people
    You can feel it all over
    You can feel it all over people

    You can feel it all over
    You can feel it all over people
    You can feel it all over
    I can feel it all over-all over now people

    Can't you feel it all over
    Come on let's feel it all over people
    You can feel it all over
    Everybody-all over people



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Petticoat Junction
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    Petticoat Junction
    Composer(s): Paul Henning; Curt Massey
    Performer(s): Flatt & Scruggs;
    and various other artists



    Come ride the little train
    that is rolling down the tracks to the junction
    (Petticoat Junction)
    Forget about your cares, it is time to relax at the junction
    (Petticoat Junction)
    Lotsa curves, you bet. Even more when you get to the junction
    Petticoat Junction

    There's a little hotel called the Shady Rest at the junction
    (Petticoat Junction)
    It is run by Kate, come and be her guest at the junction
    (Petticoat Junction)
    And that's Uncle Joe, he's a movin' kind of slow at the junction
    (Petticoat Junction)



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    13-07-1988
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.À Chacun Sa Chanson (Line & Willy)
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    À Chacun Sa Chanson Composer(s): Roland Valade - Jean-Claude Oliver First performance by: Line & Willy - 1968



    À chacun sa chanson, nous, on veut chanter l'amour
    Tous les refrains qui sont notre histoire de tous les jours
    Que ça pleure ou que ça rie importe peu
    Ce qui compte, à mon avis, c'est d'être deux

    Deux dans une chanson, deux qui jouent avec l'amour
    Où l'un part sans raison et l'autre attend le retour

    À chacun sa chanson, nous, on veut chanter l'amour
    Des refrains sans façon, plein de sentiments autour
    Je suis comme les amoureux de mes refrains
    Que ça pleure ou rie comme eux, ça ne fait rien

    L'important c'est d'aimer, tout donner, mais en retour
    Vous vous reconnaîtrez au c?ur d'un refrain d'amour

    La la la la la la la...
    La la la la la la la la la la la...

    À chacun sa chanson, nous, on veut chanter l'amour
    Tous les refrains qui sont notre histoire de tous les jours
    Des refrains sans façon, plein de sentiments autour
    À chacun sa chanson, chacun sa chanson d'amour
    (À chacun sa chanson, chacun sa chanson d'amour)
    À chacun sa chanson, chacun sa chanson d'amour
    (À chacun sa chanson, chacun sa chanson d'amour)
    À chacun sa chanson, chacun sa chanson



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    Petite Sirène
    Composer(s): J.P. Buccolo; Francis Cabrel
    Performer(s): Francis Cabrel



    Pleure pas petite sirène
    La ville dort encore
    Ton histoire commence à peine
    Pleure pas petite sirène
    Le jour attend dehors
    Dans les brumes des fontaines
    Ce matin est si clair
    Ce silence est si doux
    Des paroles d'hommes flottent dans l'air
    Tout le monde a rendez-vous
    La nuit est passée toute entière
    Creusée sur nos joues
    Tu déchires tout d'un trait de lumière
    Et c'est la vie tout à coup...
    La vie tout à coup
    Pleure pas petite sirène
    La ville dort encore
    Ton histoire commence à peine
    Pleure pas petite sirène
    Le jour attend dehors
    Dans les brumes des fontaines
    Ça se voit que tu viens de chez les anges
    T'es belle comme tout
    Ça se voit que nos manières te dérangent
    Et ces lumières partout
    Tout ces fantômes qui te touchent
    Ces mains qui te secouent
    Cette bouffée d'air froid dans ta bouche
    C'est la vie tout à coup...
    La vie tout à coup
    Pleure pas petite sirène
    La ville dort encore
    Ton histoire commence à peine
    Pleure pas petite sirène
    Le jour attend dehors
    Dans les brumes des fontaines
    Voilà que tu viens comme une reine
    Juste à la pointe du jour
    Avec dans son écho de porcelaine
    Ton appel au secours
    Comme un signal pour que s'égraine
    Ce temps qui s'enfuit à son tour
    D'abord les heures, les jours, les semaines
    Et puis les années d'amour...
    Les années d'amour
    Pleure pas petite sirène
    La ville dort encore
    Ton histoire commence à peine
    Pleure pas petite sirène
    Le jour attend dehors
    Dans les brumes des fontaines
    Pleure pas petite sirène...
    Pleure pas petite sirène
    Le jour attend dehors
    Dans les brumes des fontaines



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