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  • 28-03-1989
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    Smokin' In The Boys' Room
    Composer(s): Michael Koda; Michael Lutz
    First release by: Brownsville Station - 1973



    How you doin' out there? Ya ever seem to have one of those days
    Where it just seems like everybody's gettin' on your case?
    From your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend?
    Well, ya know, I used to have 'em just about all the time
    But I found a way to get out of 'em
    Let me tell you about it!

    Sitting in the classroom, thinking it's a drag
    Listening to the teacher rap, just ain't my bag
    The noon bells rings, you know that's my cue
    I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two!

    Smokin' in the boys' room
    Smokin' in the boys' room
    Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
    But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

    Checkin' out the halls, makin' sure the coast is clear
    Lookin' in the stalls, "No, there ain't nobody here!"
    Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul
    To get caught would surely be the death of us all

    Smokin' in the boys' room
    Smokin' in the boys' room
    Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
    But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

    All right!
    Oh, put me to work, in the school book store
    Check out counter and I got bored
    Teacher was lookin' for me all around
    Two hours later, you know where I was found

    Smokin' in the boys' room (Yes indeed, I was)
    Smokin' in the boys' room
    Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
    But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

    One mo'!
    Smokin' in the boys' room
    Oh, smokin' in the boys' room
    Smokin' in the boys' room
    Smokin' in the boys' room
    Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules
    And everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque
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    Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque
    Composer(s): Tony Romeo
    Performer(s): The Partridge Family



    Window walkin' downtown, feelin' mighty good
    and I noticed from the corner how all alone she stood
    Underneath the lamplight, an angel in disguise
    Lonely little runaway with teardrops in her eyes

    Crazy little ragdoll, her hair was wild and tossed
    and I put my arm around her, 'cause I knew that she was lost
    She didn't seem to notice that anyone was near
    'till suddenly she turned to me and whispered in my ear

    Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
    I want to go home, and help me get home
    Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
    I need to get home, need to get home

    Showed me a ticket for a Greyhound bus, her head was lost in time
    She didn't know who or where she was
    "And anyone that helps me is a real good friend of mine"
    Real good friend of mine

    Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
    And help me get home, help me get home

    Walked her to the station and kissed away the tears
    Knowing I'd remember through all the coming years
    Ragdoll on that Greyhound who waved with all her might
    Weeped against the window as the bus rolled out of sight

    Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
    I want to go home, and help me get home
    Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
    I need to get home, need to get home

    (Repeat)



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    27-03-1989
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    Une Petite Française
    Composer(s): J. Albertini; O. Toussaint; P. de Senneville
    Performer(s): Michèle Torr - 1977



    Je n'suis pas Marilyn
    Je n'aime pas la nuit
    Et dans les magazines
    Je ne lis pas ma vie
    Je suis une provinciale
    Je n'ai pas lu Pascal
    J'ai une vie normale
    C'est presque original

    Une petite française
    Née en Provence
    Quand elle avait quinze ans
    Vint à Paris
    Épousa la chanson
    Ne changea pas son nom
    Et la voilà devant vous aujourd'hui
    Une petite française
    Née en Provence
    Loin de ses jeux d'enfants
    S'était enfuie
    A-t-elle eu bien raison
    De quitter sa maison
    Pour se trouver devant vous aujourd'hui

    Je n'suis pas une idole
    Qu'on aime et qu'on détruit
    Je vis mes années folles
    Toujours loin de Paris
    Et sans avoir de Rolls
    Il n'y a pas mieux je crois
    Quand je vois quelques gosses
    Qui jouent autour de moi

    Une petite française
    Née en Provence
    Quand elle avait quinze ans
    Vint à Paris
    Épousa la chanson
    Ne changea pas son nom
    Et la voilà devant vous aujourd'hui
    Une petite française
    Née en Provence
    Loin de ses jeux d'enfants
    S'était enfuie
    A-t-elle eu bien raison
    De quitter sa maison
    Pour se trouver devant vous aujourd'hui



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Point Blank
    Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
    Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen



    Do you still say your prayers little darlin'
    do you go to bed at night
    Prayin' that tomorrow, everything will be alright
    But tommorow's fall in number
    in number one by one
    You wake up and you're dying
    you don't even know what from

    Well they shot you point blank
    you been shot in the back
    Baby point blank you been fooled this time
    little girl that's a fact
    Right between the eyes, baby, point blank
    right between the pretty lies that they tell
    Little girl you fell

    You grew up where young girls they grow up fast
    You took what you were handed and left behind what was asked
    but what they asked baby wasn't right
    you didn't have to live that life
    I was gonna be your Romeo you were gonna be my Juliet
    These days you don't wait on Romeo's
    you wait on that welfare check
    and on all the pretty things that you can't ever have
    and on all the promises

    That always end up point blank, shot between the eyes
    Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain
    You're walkin' in the sights, girl of point blank
    and it's one false move and baby the lights go out

    Once I dreamed we were together again
    baby you and me
    Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be
    We were standin' at the bar
    it was hard to hear
    The band was playin' loud and you were shoutin' somethin' in my ear
    You pulled my jacket off and as the drummer counted four
    You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor
    You just stood there and held me, then you started dancin' slow
    And as I pulled you tighter I swore I'd never let you go

    Well I saw you last night down on the avenue
    Your face was in the shadows but I knew that it was you
    You were standin' in the doorway out of the rain
    You didn't answer when I called out your name
    You just turned, and then you looked away
    like just another stranger waitin' to get blown away

    Point blank, right between the eyes
    Point blank, right between the pretty lies you fell
    Point blank, shot right through the heart

    Yea point blank, you've been twisted up till you've become just another part of it
    Point blank, you're walkin' in the sights
    Point blank, livin' one false move just one false move away
    Point blank, they caught you in their sights
    Point blank, did you forget how to love
    girl, did you forget how to fight
    Point blank they must have shot you in the head
    'Cause point blank
    bang bang baby you're dead



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    26-03-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Smokin'
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    Smokin'
    Composer(s): Bradley Delp; Tom Scholz
    Performer(s): Boston



    We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock and roll
    You've gotta let yourself go, the band's gonna take control
    We're getting' high today
    We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight

    Smokin' Smokin'
    We're cookin' tonight just keep on tokin'
    Smokin' Smokin'
    I feel alright mama I'm not jokin'

    Get your feet to the floor everybody rock and roll
    You've got nothing' to lose it's just rhythm and blues that's all
    You're gonna feel okay
    We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight

    Smokin' Smokin'
    We're cookin' tonight just keep on tokin'
    Smokin' Smokin'
    I feel alright mama I'm not jokin'

    Everyone's jumpin', dancin' to a boogie tonight
    Clap you hands, move your feet, if you don't know it won't see right
    We're getting' high today
    We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight
    Yea you know we're getting high today
    We'll pick you up and take you way get down tonight...Alright!



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Point
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    Point
    Composer(s): Françoise Hardy
    Performer(s): Françoise Hardy



    Point
    Je n'en ai qu'un
    C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien
    Mal en point
    Et il me tient
    Fort comme un point
    Faible sait faire à ce point
    C'est un point pas acquis
    Un point noir dans ma vie
    Jamais un point d'appuis
    Point
    Pour faire le point
    J'essaie de l'interroger plus ou moins
    C'est en vain
    De point en point
    Je tourne en rond
    Point d'interrogation
    Point sensible qui fait mal
    Et pourtant point vital
    Et peut-être point final
    Point
    Je n'en ai qu'un
    C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien
    Mal en point
    Et il me tient
    Fort comme un point
    Faible sait faire à ce point
    Point
    Je n'en ai qu'un
    C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien...



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    25-03-1989
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    It's Nice To Be In Love Again
    First performance by: The Swarbriggs Plus Two - 1977



    The sweetest thrill is knowing you're wanted
    Never thought I'd feel it again
    So long ago I almost forgot it
    It's coming back like and old refrain
    It's nice to be in love again
    That old familiar feeling when
    You say hello and you know it's love
    It's nice to be in love again
    That old familiar feeling when
    You meet your girl and the world stands still
    Your heart is filled with sweet melody
    It's nice to be in love again
    The sweetest thrill, I couldn't believe it
    I hadn't even a friend
    This heart of mine was thinking of leaving
    Until you came walking 'round that bend
    It's nice to be in love again
    That old familiar feeling when you say hello
    And you know it's love
    It's nice to be in love again
    That old familiar feeling when
    You meet your girl and the world stands still
    Your heart is filled with sweet melody
    It's nice to be in love again
    It's nice to be in love again
    That old familiar feeling when
    You meet your girl and the world stands still
    Your heart is filled with sweet melody
    It's nice to be in love again
    It's nice to be in love again
    That old familiar feeling when you say hello



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Poinciana (Song Of The Tree)
    (Adapted from: La Canción Del Árbol - 1936)
    Composer(s): Nat Simon; Buddy Bernier; Manuel Lliso
    Performer(s): Kay Kyser
    and various other artists



    Blow Tropic wind, sing a song to the trees
    Trees sigh to me, soon my love I will see

    Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love
    Pale moon is casting shadows from above

    Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat
    Within me there grows a rhythmic savage beat

    Love is ev'rywhere, its magic perfume fills the air
    To and fro you sway, my heart's in time, I've learned to care

    Poinciana, though skies may turn from blue to gray
    My love will live forever and a day

    Poinciana, from now until the dawning day
    I'll learn to love forever, come what may



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    24-03-1989
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    Smokey Put The Sweat On Me
    Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
    Performer(s): Kris Kristofferson; Lee Hazlewood



    I’ve known some women in every state
    New york city to the golden gate
    I’ve lived with some, and buddy, I loved ’em all (yes, I did)
    But no one woman had a claim on me
    ’cause I still had a lotta world to see
    And I sometimes stagger, but sugar, I seldom fall

    Then like a hungry man, I went to louisiana
    Where the lovin’ and the livin’ was good
    Without a care to hide and just as satisfied as I could be
    A lotta women and wine and not a tie to bind me
    And behaving just as cool as I could
    ’til that long legged, sweet walkin’ ravenhaired cajun lookin’
    Devil put the sweat on me

    They call her smokey, she’s a little bit-a evil
    Smokey, right as wrong can be
    Smokey, she could shake the very devil
    Smokey put the sweat on me

    Oh, my pulse is a beatin’ to the clickety clack
    Of this one-way ride that’s gonna take me back
    And my body’s just a-breathin’ in that mississippi river smell
    Well, my feet wasn’t ready yet for settling down
    But my soul kept tellin’ me to turn around
    And the longer I tried to fight it, the harder I fell

    And like a hungry man, I went to louisiana
    Where the lovin’ and the livin’ is good
    I’ll get a brand new bride and be as satisfied as I can be
    And I won’t even mind the world I’m leavin’ behind
    Because I never really thought that I could
    ’til that long legged, sweet walkin’ ravenhaired cajun looking devil
    Put the sweat on me

    They call her smokey, she’s a little bit-a evil
    Smokey, right as wrong can be
    Smokey, she could shake the very devil
    Smokey put the sweat on me
    Smokey put the sweat on me
    Awww, smokey put the sweat on me



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Poi Passa
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    Poi Passa
    ((English & French Versions: I'll Be There (by Charles Aznavour); Ça Passe (by Charles Aznavour))
    Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz - Bob Raggio
    Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



    Poi passa, il male un giorno sparira'
    Poi passa, il cuore poi cancellera'
    La farsa e smettero' la corsa
    Di vivere per te, morire dietro a te
    Poi passa
    E l'ora in cui non saro' piu' comparsa
    Risaliro' fin dove tu scomparsa
    Sarai soltanto assente ed io di nuovo amante
    Poi passa
    Col fiato in gola prendero' la corsa
    Di strade grandi che non so'
    E allora, ancora io ripetero'
    Ti amo, ti amo...

    Poi passa
    Pian piano il fuoco brucia ma si abbassa
    Col tempo non sarai che un po' di tosse
    Che a vino caldo e amore so'
    Che passa, poi passa, poi passa
    E allora ancora io ripetero'
    Ti amo, ti amo...

    Ancora io ripetero'
    Ti amo, ti amo
    Poi passa
    Col fiato in gola prendero' la corsa
    Di strade grandi che non so'
    E allora, ancora lo ripetero'
    Ti amo,
    Ti amo ...



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    23-03-1989
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    Der Star
    First performance by: Tony Marshall - 1976



    Du kennst sein Gesicht, seinen Namen
    Den Geburtstag weißt du im Schlaf
    Sein Bild hängt in deinem Zimmer
    Er Iächelt zu dir herab
    Jetzt sitzt du in dem Konzertsaal
    Auf der Bühne dort steht der Mann
    Von dem du so oft geträumt hast
    Und das Licht geht für ihn an

    Wunderbar, wunderbar
    Wunderbar singt er seine Lieder
    Nur für dich so scheint es dir
    Und du hörst sie immer wieder
    Wunderbar, wunderbar
    Wunderbar sind all seine Lieder
    Noch einmal erklingt die Musik
    Du schaust ihn an und singst leise mit

    Er ist kein Held und kein König
    Kein Bettler und kein Scharlatan
    Von allem ist er nur ein wenig
    Drum bist du in seinem Bann
    Ins Publikum wirft er die Blumen
    Es klatscht und jubelt ihm zu
    Eine Rose hältst du in den Händen
    Ud fühlst dich mit ihm per du

    Wunderbar, wunderbar
    Wunderbar singt er seine Lieder
    Nur für dich so scheint es dir
    Und du hörst sie immer wieder
    Wunderbar, wunderbar
    Wunderbar sind all seine Lieder
    Noch einmal erklingt die Musik
    Du schaust ihn an und singst leise mit

    Aber nichts weißt du von seinem Herzen
    Und du glaubst alles ist wunderbar
    Denn du siehst ihn nur im Glanz der Bühne
    Und dort ist er und bleibt er der Star - der Star



    Categorie:Duitse Songs

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    Poetry Man
    Composer(s): Phoebe Snow
    Performer(s): Phoebe Snow;
    and various other artists



    And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah
    Ooh yeah

    You make me laugh
    'Cause your eyes they light the night
    They look right through me, la la la la
    You bashful boy
    You're hiding something sweet
    Please give it to me yeah, to me

    Oh-oh, talk to me some more
    You don't have to go
    You're the Poetry Man
    You make things all rhyme, yeah-yeah

    And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah
    Ooh yeah

    You are a genie
    And all I ask for is your smile
    Each time I rub a lamp, la la la la
    When I am with you
    I have a giggling teen-age crush
    Then I'm a-a sultry vamp, yeah, a sultry vamp

    Woah-oh, talk to me some more
    You don't have to go
    'Cause you're the Poetry Man
    You make things all right, yeah-yeah

    And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah
    Ooh yeah

    Talk to me some more
    You don't have to go
    You're the Poetry Man
    And you make things all right

    And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah
    Ooh yeah

    So once again
    It's time to say so long
    And so recall the law of life, la la la la
    You're goin' home now
    Oh, home's that place somewhere you go each day
    To see your wife, yeah-yeah-yeah, to see your wife

    Woah-oh, talk to me some more
    You know that you don't have to go
    You're the Poetry Man
    You make things all rhyme, yeah

    Woah-oh, talk to me some more
    You know that you don't have to go
    You're the Poetry Man
    You make things all right



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    22-03-1989
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    Smokey Places
    Composer(s): Abner Spector
    Performer(s): The Corsairs



    Meeting in smokey places
    Hiding in shadowy corners
    Dancing where no one knows our faces
    Sharing love stolen in the night
    In smokey places

    Oh oh how I cried
    On your wedding day
    Like, like my heart would break
    How you regret your wedding day
    Now paying for your bad mistake

    Mmmmmm
    Meeting in smokey places
    Hiding in shadowy corners
    Oh we are dancing where no one knows our faces
    Sharing love stolen in the night
    In smokey places

    Some sunny day
    He will set you free
    Free to be my life
    Some sunny day
    Sweetheart, he'll set you free
    We'll be, we'll be satified

    Meeting in smokey places
    Hiding in shadowy corners
    We just keep dancing where no one knows our faces
    Sharing love stolen in the night
    In smokey places

    Sharing love stolen in the night
    In smokey places

    Sharing love stolen in the night
    In smokey places



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Poetry In Motion
    Composer(s): Paul Kaufman; Mike Anthony
    Performer(s): Johnny Tillotson



    When I see my baby
    What do I see?
    Poetry
    Poetry in motion …

    Poetry in motion
    Walking by my side
    Her lovely locomotion
    Keeps my eyes open wide

    Poetry in motion
    See her gentle sway
    A wave out on the ocean
    Could never move that way

    I love every moment
    There's nothing I would change
    She doesn't need improvement
    She's much too nice to rearrange

    Poetry in motion
    Dancing close to me
    A flower of devotion
    A-swaying gracefully

    Oh
    A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Whoa

    Poetry in motion
    See her gentle sway
    A wave out on the ocean
    Could never move that way

    I love every moment
    There's nothing I would change
    She doesn't need improvement
    She's much too nice to rearrange

    Poetry in motion
    All that I adore
    No number-nine love potion
    Could make me love he more

    Oh
    A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    A-whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
    Whoa



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    21-03-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Ne Mogu Skriti Svoju Bol
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    Ne Mogu Skriti Svoju Bol
    First performance by: Ambasadori - 1976



    Voljela tebe samo sam ja

    Kako da bol skrijem svoj
    kako da bol sad skrijem svoj
    prazni su dani, a nisi moj
    prazni su dani, a nisi moj
    nekad smo bili samo mi
    nekad smo bili samo mi
    al' ode onog ljeta, u oku osta sjeta

    Ne molim da se vratis
    al' molim te da pamtis
    voljela tebe samo sam ja

    Ne molim da se vratis
    al' molim te da pamtis
    voljela tebe samo sam ja

    Kuda li sad lutas ti
    kuda sada lutas ti
    hladan mi vjetar krade san
    hladan vjetar krade san
    kako je bila topla noc
    kako je bila topla noc
    kad ode onog ljeta, u oku osta sjeta

    Ne molim da se vratis
    al' molim te da pamtis
    voljela tebe samo sam ja

    Ne molim da se vratis
    al' molim te da pamtis
    voljela tebe samo sam ja

    Ne molim da se vratis
    al' molim te da pamtis
    voljela tebe samo sam ja

    Ne molim da se vratis
    al' molim te da pamtis
    voljela tebe samo sam ja



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Poetry & Jazz
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    Poetry & Jazz
    Performer(s): John Otway



    She said "It's hard for me to explain to you
    the brightness of the light
    I can still remember when my life was like that
    A real and painless beauty I remember as a kid
    When I thought that I knew everything and in a way I did
    She was a virgin then, a child in a million
    With deep round hazel eyes of bazing intuition
    She called me over to her side and said "Will you please listen
    I wanna show you something and it's something I've just written
    And I'm calling it Poetry & Jazz"

    She watched her happy family turn to a broken home
    Her father left with someone else, her mother on her own
    Her fourteenth birthday, her mother spent in tears
    She celebrated on her own, her adolescent years.
    It was hell then, caught in the crossfire
    Of an emotional triangle she couldn't keep together
    I heard her softly as she sobbed upon my shoulder
    Saying "As you are the closest thing I've got to a brother
    Explain to me why is life so sad"

    Sixteen was better 'cause sixteen was boys
    Make-up parties alcohol and clothes
    And saying to your boyfriend "Come on get out of bed
    Look, its three o clock in the afternoon and my mother's coming back"
    And she smiled then, her eyes filled with laughter
    She didn't know if it was love, but it didn't really matter
    She called me on the phone and said "Hey get this big brother
    I just got rid of one boyfriend and got myself another
    And listen, this one drives a Jag"

    She left school and boyfriends for university
    Three years of study for an art degree
    Her clothes were outrageous her hair was many colours
    Her work was radical and so were her ideas
    She said "This is brilliant this place is heaven
    On a score of one to ten, I'd give this place eleven
    It kicks you up the ass and it fires you with ambition
    I often used to feel as if my life was just a prison
    Now I realise it isn't quite that bad"

    I was invited to an exhibition a little while ago
    To an art gallery in Paris where she has a studio
    She looked sophisticated she was wearing a bronze tan
    And she'd sold all her work for some outrageous sum
    And I looked at her and I started laughing
    I said look you're supposed to be an artist you're supposed to be suffering
    And she just smiled back and pointed to this painting
    Of a young girl around which she'd written out this poem
    She'd shown me once called Poetry & Jazz

    My name is Angela I am twelve years old
    I've given up on working hard and doing as I'm told
    I see a child psychologist who's spotted in my head
    A recipe for delinquency or something just as bad
    But I'll fight for my independence
    I see the world in another way to my teachers and my parents
    My priorities are different and my life is not as aimless
    I am not disruptive and I'm not dangerous
    I've rhythm and purpose like poetry & jazz

    She said "It's hard for me to explain to you, the brightness of the light
    I can still remember when my life was like that
    A real and painless beauty I remember as a kid
    When I thought that I knew everything and in a way I did



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    20-03-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Smokey Mountain Rain
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    Smokey Mountain Rain
    Composer(s): Kye Fleming; Dennis Morgan
    Performer(s): Ronnie Milsap; T.G. Sheppard



    I found my way from LA back to Knoxville
    I found out those bright lights aint where I belong
    From a phone booth in the rain I called to tell her
    I've had a change of dreams I'm comin' home
    But tears filled my eyes when I found out she was gone

    Smokey Mountain rain keeps on fallin'
    I keep on callin' her name
    Smokey Mountain rain I'll keep on searchin'
    I can't go on hurtin' this way
    She's somewhere in the Smokey Mountain rain

    I waved a diesel down outside of Cathey
    He said that he was goin' as far a Catlenburgh
    I climbed up in the cab all wet and cold and lonely
    I wiped my eyes and told him about her
    I've got to find her!
    Can you make these big wheels burn?

    Smokey Mountain rain keeps on fallin'
    I keep on callin' her name
    Smokey Mountain rain I'll keep on searchin'
    I can't go on hurtin' this way
    She's somewhere in the Smokey Mountain rain

    I can't blame her for lettin' go
    A woman needs someone warm to hold
    I feel the rain runnin' down my face
    I'll find her no matter what it takes!

    Smokey Mountain rain keeps on fallin'
    I keep on callin' her name
    Smokey Mountain rain I'll keep on searchin'
    I can't go on hurtin' this way
    She's somewhere in the Smokey Mountain rain



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Poète, Vos Papiers!
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    Poète, Vos Papiers!
    Composer(s): Léo Ferré
    Performer(s): Léo Ferré



    Bipède volupteur de lyre
    Epoux châtré de Polymnie
    Vérolé de lune à confire
    Grand-Duc bouillon des librairies
    Maroufle à pendre à l'hexamètre
    Voyou décliné chez les Grecs
    Albatros à chaîne et à guêtres
    Cigale qui claque du bec

    Poète, vos papiers!
    Poète, vos papiers!

    J'ai bu du Waterman et j'ai bouffé Littré
    Et je repousse du goulot de la syntaxe
    A faire se pâmer les précieux à l'arrêt
    La phrase m'a poussé au ventre comme un axe

    J'ai fait un bail de trois six neuf aux adjectifs
    Qui viennent se dorer le mou à ma lanterne
    Et j'ai joué au casino les subjonctifs
    La chemise à Claudel et les cons dits "modernes"

    Syndiqué de la solitude
    Museau qui dévore du couic
    Sédentaire des longitudes
    Phosphaté des dieux chair à flic
    Colis en souffrance à la veine
    Remords de la Légion d'honneur
    Tumeur de la fonction urbaine
    Don Quichotte du crève-cœur

    Poète, vos papiers!
    Poète, Papier!

    Le dictionnaire et le porto à découvert
    Je débourre des mots à longueur de pelure
    J'ai des idées au frais de côté pour l'hiver
    A rimer le bifteck avec les engelures

    Cependant que Tzara enfourche le bidet
    A l'auberge dada la crotte est littéraire
    Le vers est libre enfin et la rime en congé
    On va pouvoir poétiser le prolétaire

    Spécialiste de la mistoufle
    Emigrant qui pisse aux visas
    Aventurier de la pantoufle
    Sous la table du Nirvana
    Meurt-de-faim qui plane à la Une
    Ecrivain public des croquants
    Anonyme qui s'entribune
    A la barbe des continents

    Poète, vos papiers!
    Poète, documenti!

    Littérature obscène inventée à la nuit
    Onanisme torché au papier de Hollande
    Il y a partouze à l'hémistiche mes amis
    Et que m'importe alors Jean Genet que tu bandes

    La poétique libérée c'est du bidon
    Poète prends ton vers et fous-lui une trempe
    Mets-lui les fers aux pieds et la rime au balcon
    Et ta muse sera sapée comme une vamp

    Citoyen qui sent de la tête
    Papa gâteau de l'alphabet
    Maquereau de la clarinette
    Graine qui pousse des gibets
    Châssis rouillé sous les démences
    Corridor pourri de l'ennui
    Hygiéniste de la romance
    Rédempteur falot des lundis

    Poète, vos papiers!
    Poète, salti!

    Que l'image soit rogue et l'épithète au poil
    La césure sournoise certes mais correcte
    Tu peux vêtir ta Muse ou la laisser à poil
    L'important est ce que ton ventre lui injecte

    Ses seins oblitérés par ton verbe arlequin
    Gonfleront goulûment la voile aux devantures
    Solidement gainée ta lyrique putain
    Tu pourras la sortir dans la Littérature

    Ventre affamé qui tend l'oreille
    Maraudeur aux bras déployés
    Pollen au rabais pour abeille
    Tête de mort rasée de frais
    Rampant de service aux étoiles
    Pouacre qui fait dans le quatrain
    Masturbé qui vide sa moelle
    A la devanture du coin

    Poète .... circulez!
    Circulez poète!
    Circulez!



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    19-03-1989
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    Smokey Mountain Boy
    Composer(s): Lenore Rosenblatt; Victor Millrose
    Performer(s): Elvis Presley



    I'm just a Smokey mountain boy
    Come back to the hills I love
    Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
    And the deep blue sky above

    The closer and closer I get to home
    The more excited I am
    Those were the mornings I'd roll out of bed
    Start the day off with a hot corn bread
    Smothered in huckleberry jam

    I'm just a Smokey mountain boy
    Come back to the hills I love
    Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
    And the deep blue sky above

    I can almost hear the hounds running through the woods
    Close on the trail of the hare
    How I long to be with them following the hounds
    a-huntin' again
    Gettin' me a big old grizzly bear

    I'm just a Smokey mountain boy
    Come back to the hills I love
    Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
    And the deep blue sky above

    I traveled around and met lots of girls
    No matter how many I see
    I left some pretty ones behind
    I know back home is where I'll find
    The girl whose love is meant for me

    I'm just a Smokey mountain boy
    Come back to the hills I love
    Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind
    And the deep blue sky above



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Poète
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    Poète
    Performer(s): Claude Barzotti



    Poète, les oiseaux se sont tus
    et elle a disparu comme un bateau en mer
    Poète, toi qui sais de ta plume chasser même la brume
    dis-moi ce qu'il faut faire
    Poète, dis-moi les mots qu'il faut lui dire
    pour qu'elle revienne pour lui dire que je l'aime
    Poète, si tu ne m'aides pas, mon amour s'en ira
    les mots souffle-les moi

    Poète, souffle-moi quelques mots
    Fais-moi Victor Hugo, fais-moi Rimbaud
    Aide-moi, je t'en supplie, elle est ma vie
    Les mots pour la reprendre, je veux les apprendre

    Poète, aide-moi ou je sombre, je vis dans la pénombre lorsque je suis loin d'elle
    Poète, Prestidigitateur, ton métier de parleur, donne m'en les ficelles
    Poète, Donne-moi du talent pour dompter l'ouragan qui ravage nos têtes
    Poète, il n'y a que toi qui peut sécher les larmes aux yeux de la fille que j'aime

    Poète, souffle-moi quelques mots
    Fais-moi Victor Hugo, fais-moi Rimbaud
    Aide-moi, je t'en supplie, elle est ma vie
    Les mots pour la reprendre, je veux les apprendre
    Poète, use de ta magie, souffle-moi de je t'en prie des mots choisis
    Je suis perdu sans toi, oh aide-moi
    Les mots qu'elle veut entendre, je veux les apprendre

    Poète, souffle-moi quelques mots

    Poète:
    Dis-lui qu'elle est ta voile
    Dis-lui qu'elle est ton gouvernail
    Dis-lui que tu seras son matelot
    Où qu'elle soit, où qu'elle aille
    Parle-lui d'émotions
    Parle-lui de tendresse
    Dis-lui qu'elle est ta maison
    Et ta dernière adresse

    Poète, la magie de tes mots, l'ont fait fondre en sanglot et elle est revenue



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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