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  • 02-05-1989
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    Snövit Och De Sju Dvärgarna
    Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Dieter Zimmermann
    Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



    Spegel, spegel på väggen där
    Säg mig vem som skönast i landet är

    Det fanns en gång för länge sen
    En flicka så skön som en vårbris
    Och hon hette Snövit
    Hon levede i ett gammalt slott
    Med sin styvmor som inte var snäll
    Snövit var för vacker
    Hon hade hår så mörkt som kol
    Och hennes hud var vit
    Det fanns ej nån som var så skön som hon

    För Snövit var vackrast i hela sitt land
    Men styvmodern var svartsjuk och hon bad en man
    Att döda sin dotter, men Snövit försvann
    Och flydde sen till sju små dvärgars hus
    Toker, Butter, Kloker, Blyger, Trötter, Glader, tjooo Prosit

    Hon städade, hon diskade
    När dvärgarna jobbade hårt
    I en liten gruva
    Och Snövit hon var lycklig nu
    Tillsammans med dvärgarna sju
    Snövit hon var vacker
    Men styvmodern som klädde ut sig
    Hon kom på besök
    Och Snövit smakade på hennes frukt

    För Snövit var blåögd och tänkte ej på
    Att någon vill göra illa henne så
    Hon åt utav äpplet som gumman då gav
    Och strax därefter låg vår Snövit död

    När dvärgarna kom hem den dagen
    Fann de att Snövit var död,
    De grät av saknad många dar
    Och satt bredvid kistan där hon låg
    Men ridandes det kom en prins
    Upp på en häst så vit
    Han Snövit tog uti sin famn
    Och kysste henne ömt
    Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit, Snövit!

    Och Snövit hon vaknade upp ur sin sömn
    Och solen sken på himlen, alla dvärgar sjöng
    För prinsen, prinsessan och sagan som blev sann
    Uti ett lyckligt fjärran land



    Categorie:Scand. Songs

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    Poor Elijah - Tribute To Johnson (Medley)
    Composer(s): Delaney Bramlett; J. Ford; Leon Russell
    Performer(s): Delaney & Bonnie & Friends



    Poor Elijah, living on the bayou way
    Poor Elijah, he had to take over raising fourteen kids
    When his daddy got caught stealing chickens from a neighbor one day
    Work on Elijah, work on

    Poor Elijah, born the son of a slave
    Poor Elijah, he was damn near blind when he died last week
    From working in the sun for the man like a dog all day
    Work on Elijah, work on

    Poor Elijah
    Poor Elijah
    Poor Elijah
    Poor Elijah

    Tribute

    I'm going to sing you a song, listen to me
    I said it's all about a man
    Nobody, I said nobody hardly knows him
    Say it with me: nobody hardly knows him
    Say it one more time: nobody hardly knows him

    Good morning Robert Johnson son
    You built your life before your song was sung
    People agree and now you're number one
    So sad to think we had to wait so long

    It keeps on getting better every day
    And maybe someday soon, people will say
    Ain't nobody here but good people
    Ain't nobody here but good people
    Ain't nobody here but good people

    No, nobody here
    No, nobody here
    No, nobody here
    No, nobody here

    Just drinking your wine and then loving in slow motion



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    01-05-1989
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    Born To Sing
    Composer(s): Colm C.T. Wilkinson
    First performance by: Colm C.T. Wilkinson - 1978



    I said: "It would never work"
    You said: "Let us try"
    I said: "I'm a travelling man who will only make you cry"
    And when the feeling hit me and I had to move along
    You said: "You were right, I guess, you must sing your song"

    And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
    And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
    And I missed you in the morning, but most of all at night
    And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might

    I lie in bed and watch the shadows moving on the wall
    And the loneliness is killing me, so I turn the radio on
    And I need you now, I want you, in the slow morning light
    And the music makes it easier, but it doesn't make it right

    And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
    And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
    And I missed you in the morning but most of all at night
    And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might

    Some day, I hope, you will understand why I live this way
    Songs keep moving in my head, this music I must play
    So I pack my bags and once again I get out on the road
    Another day, maybe tonight, I might catch my soul

    And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
    And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
    And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night
    And I couldn't stop the music, though I tried with all my might

    And a man is born to do one thing and I was born to sing
    And I must take the good times and the bad times that it brings
    And I missed you in the morning, oh, but most of all at night
    And I couldn't stop the music
    (Couldn't stop the music)
    No, I couldn't stop the music
    Because I...
    Hey, I was born...
    Born to sing
    Born to sing
    Born to sing
    Born to sing



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Poor Butterfly
    Composer(s): Hubble; Golden
    Performer(s): Sarah Vaughan



    There’s a story told of a little Japanese
    Sitting demurely ‘neath the cherry blossom trees
    Miss Butterfly’s her name
    A sweet little innocent child was she
    Till a fine young American from the sea
    To her garden came
    They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day
    And he taught her how to love the American way
    To love with a soul ‘twas easy to learn
    Then he sailed away with a promise to return

    Poor Butterfly ‘neath the blossoms waiting
    Poor Butterfly, for she loved him so
    The moments pass into hours
    The hours pass into years
    And as she smiles through her tears
    She murmurs low
    The moon and I
    Know that he’ll be faithful
    I’m sure he’ll come to me by and by
    But if he won’t come back
    Then I’ll never sigh or cry
    I just must die
    Poor Butterfly



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    30-04-1989
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    Snortin' Whiskey
    Composer(s): Pat Thrall; Pat Travers
    First release by: The Pat Travers Band - 1980
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
    We're snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
    I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane

    You're like a bad river baby you're all over town
    You're like a bad river baby you're all over town

    All over town
    I may be confused, but you know I sure ain't down

    I'm a fast movin' baby I can show you around
    I got so much cocaine ain't never comin' down
    Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
    I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane
    Insanity

    Snortin' whiskey, drinkin' cocaine
    We're snortin' whiskey and I'm, I'm drinkin' cocaine

    I got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that gurl insane
    Got this feelin', I'm gonna drive that gurl insane.....



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    Poor Boy Lookin' For A Home
    Composer(s): Melvin Schmidt
    Performer(s): Glen Campbell



    Well-a old Mister fox done found him a home
    Down in the ground so deep
    Well, the fox got a place to call his own
    He got a place to sleep

    Old Mister coon got a real fine home
    High in the hollow tree
    Well the coon's got a place he can call his own
    But there ain't no place for me

    I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
    Lookin' for a place to call my own
    Poor boy lookin' for a home
    Poor boy lookin' for a home

    Well the boll weevil find him a cotton boll
    He move all his kin folk in
    He found a place that is mighty snug
    Down by the cotton gin

    Well the bee's got a home in the honey hive
    Honey in the honey comb
    Well, old Mister bee's gotta keep alive
    While the poor boy's lookin' for a home

    I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
    Lookin' for a place to call my own
    Poor boy lookin' for a home
    Poor boy lookin' for a home

    Oh the catfish home is a muddy pond
    He just eat and swim
    Well, he don't cry when the crawdad's gone
    Tadpole's fine with him

    Crow's found a nest in a tree top tall
    He never pay no rent
    Well the poor boy's got him no home at all
    He ain't got a livin' cent

    I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
    Lookin' for a place to call my own
    Poor boy lookin' for a home
    Poor boy lookin' for a home



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    29-04-1989
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    L'oiseau Et L'enfant
    Composer(s): Joe Gracy; Jean-Paul Cara
    First performance by: Marie Myriam - 1977



    Comme un enfant aux yeux de lumière
    Qui voit passer au loin les oiseaux
    Comme l'oiseau bleu survolant la terre
    Vois comme le monde, le monde est beau

    Beau le bateau, dansant sur les vagues
    Ivre de vie, d'amour et de vent
    Belle la chanson naissante des vagues
    Abandonnées au sable blanc

    Blanc l'innocent, le sang du poète
    Qui en chantant, invente l'amour
    Pour que la vie s'habille de fête
    Et que la nuit se change en jour

    Jour d'une vie où l'aube se lève
    Pour réveiller la ville aux yeux lourds
    Où les matins effeuillent les rêves
    Pour nous donner un monde d'amour
    L'amour c'est toi, l'amour c'est moi
    L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi.

    Moi qui ne suis qu'une fille de l'ombre
    Qui voit briller l'étoile du soir
    Toi mon étoile qui tisses ma ronde
    Viens allumer mon soleil noir
    Noirs la misère, les hommes et la guerre
    Qui croient tenir les rênes du temps
    Pays d'amour n'a pas de frontière
    Pour ceux qui ont un cœur d'enfant

    Comme un enfant aux yeux de lumière
    Qui voit passer au loin les oiseaux
    Comme l'oiseau bleu survolant la terre
    Nous trouverons ce monde d'amour

    L'amour c'est toi, l'amour c'est moi
    L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi
    L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi
    L'oiseau c'est toi, l'enfant c'est moi



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Poor Boy Blues
    Composer(s): Paul Kennerley
    Performer(s): Mark Knopfler & Chet Atkins



    Do I want you? Yes I do
    Do I need you? Baby you know it's true
    But I ain't got nothin' that you can use
    So I'm sittin' on my own here, with these poor boy blues

    One day, baby, you will see
    You're gonna give all your love to me
    I'm the one, babe, that you're gonna choose
    But in the meantime, I got these poor boy blues

    Pick it son, pick it nice
    Things won't always be the same
    Someday soon, everything will change
    You'll tell your mama her baby's got good news

    But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues
    But until then, well, I got these poor boy blues



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    28-04-1989
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    Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron
    (Italian Version: Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso)
    Composer(s): Phil Gernhard; Dick Holler
    First release by: The Royal Guardsmen - 1966
    Covered by multiple other artists



    After the turn of the century
    In the clear blue skies over Germany
    Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard
    Like the scream and the sound of a big war bird
    Up in the sky, a man in a plane
    Baron von Richthofen was his name
    Eighty men tried, and eighty men died
    Now they're buried together on the countryside

    Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
    The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score
    Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
    Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany

    In the nick of time, a hero arose
    A funny-looking dog with a big black nose
    He flew into the sky to seek revenge
    But the Baron shot him down--"Curses, foiled again!"

    Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
    The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score
    Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
    Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany

    Now, Snoopy had sworn that he'd get that man
    So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan
    He challenged the German to a real dogfight
    While the Baron was laughing, he got him in his sight

    That Bloody Red Baron was in a fix
    He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks
    Snoopy fired once, and he fired twice
    And that Bloody Red Baron went spinning out of sight

    Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
    The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score
    Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
    Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany

    Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
    The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' out the score
    Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
    Of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany ...



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Poor Boy (The Greenwood)
    Composer(s): Jeff Lynne
    Performer(s): Electric Light Orchestra



    Me, I'm just a poor boy from across the far southland
    And I've travelled many days to reach this place to make my stand
    Oh, I fell in with a merry band and drank away the hours

    Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won
    Laid down my life for the Greenwood

    The city boys and the country boys they come from miles around
    To defy their king and country, save the poor folks from the hand
    Of the thieving dukes and abbots and the gentry of the land

    Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won
    Laid down my life for the Greenwood

    Sweet Maid Marion, don't you do me no wrong
    Stay on the right side, the Greenwood is your home
    The dancing girls and the open fires, and the wine that flows like water

    Rolling on - I've been rolling on, and my head is high, from the battle won
    Laid down my life for the Greenwood



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    27-04-1989
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    Snoopy Contro Il Barone Rosso
    (Adapted from: Snoopy Vs. The Red Baron - 1966)
    Composer(s): Phil Gernhard; Dick Holler; Giorgio Gaber
    Performer(s): Giorgio Gaber



    Achtung Achtung!
    Vuoi cantare la storia di Barone tedesco di Grande Germania?

    Questa è la storia senza pietà
    Che accadde in Germania tanto tempo fa
    Un rombo ed un tuono in cielo si udì
    L'uccello di guerra nacque così
    In cerca di gloria qualcuno partì
    E col suo apparecchio veloce salì
    Ma lassù più di uno la sua vita lasciò
    Il Barone Rosso tutti sterminò

    Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più
    Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù
    E su nel cielo c'era solo lui
    Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai

    Ogni speranza piano piano svanì
    Quando un giorno un eroe in cielo salì
    Era un piccolo cane col nasone all'insù
    Il suo nome era Snoopy non so dirvi di più
    Il Barone Rosso lo attaccò
    Ed in cielo la battaglia divampò
    Il piccolo Snoopy fu abbattuto così
    Il Barone tedesco roteando sparì

    Uno dieci cento e forse anche di più
    Tutti gli aerei cadevano giù
    E su nel cielo c'era solo lui
    Il dannato Barone non sbagliava mai



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    Poor Boy
    Composer(s): Elvis Presley
    Performer(s): Elvis Presley



    They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
    But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
    'Cause I could never be a poor boy
    As long as I've got a dolly like you

    Ain't got a crust, ain't got a cent
    Can't buy a jug, can't pay the rent
    I got a heart full of dreams and a lot of memory
    And that's enough for me

    They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
    But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
    'Cause I could never be a poor boy
    As long as I've got a dolly like you

    Can't buy a house, can't buy a lot
    Ain't got a bean, ain't got a pot
    But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory
    And that's enough for me

    They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
    But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
    'Cause I could never be a poor boy
    As long as I've got a dolly like you

    Don't have a pig, don't have a cow
    I don't have a horse to pull the plow
    But what I got is a heart full of lovin' memory
    And that's enough for me

    They call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy
    But I ain't lonesome and I ain't blue
    'Cause I could never be a poor boy
    As long as I got a dolly like you
    I got a dolly like
    I got a dolly like you



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    26-04-1989
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    A Million In One, Two, Three
    Composer(s): Luc Smets
    First performance by: Dream Express - 1977



    A million in one, two, three
    Need a million in one, two, three
    Can't you do a little work for me?
    Mister President, can't you see?
    I'm never gonna get higher

    Need a million in one, two, three
    I'm not too clumsy, as you can see
    I've got the feeling inside of me
    Feel my need and desire now

    I've got the look, but never got the money
    Just a ten quid flat on the second floor
    Too doo doo too too too doo...
    Had a dream: holiday in Cannes
    A yacht in Monte Carlo next to his
    Too doo doo too too too doo...

    Joining your big company
    Could bring me wealth and sympathy
    Think you've got some extra needs?
    Hey, hey, hey...

    Need a million in one, two, three
    Can't you do a little work for me?
    Mister President, can't you see?
    I'm never gonna get higher

    Need a million in one, two, three
    I'm not too clumsy, as you can see
    I've got the feeling inside of me
    Feel my need and desire now

    My bedroom wall's covered with glamour
    The Lido in December would not be bad
    Too doo doo too too too doo...
    Ships and sails, Formula races
    Super-long drinks down at the Playboy club
    Too doo doo too too too doo...

    Joining your big company
    Could bring me wealth and sympathy
    Think you've got some extra needs?
    Hey, hey, hey...

    I've got the look, but never got the money
    Just a ten quid flat on the second floor
    Too doo doo too too too doo...
    Had a dream: holiday in Cannes
    Yacht in Monte Carlo, next to his
    Too doo doo too too too doo...

    Joining your big company
    Could bring me wealth and sympathy
    Think you've got some extra needs?
    Hey, hey, hey...

    Need a million in one, two, three
    Can't you do a little work for me?
    Mister President, can't you see?
    I'm never gonna get higher

    Need a million in one, two, three
    I'm not too clumsy, as you can see
    I've got the feeling inside of me
    Feel my need and desire

    Need a million in one, two, three
    Can't you do a little work for me?
    Mister President, can't you see?
    I'm never gonna get higher

    Need a million in one, two, three



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    Poor Baby
    Composer(s): Tony Romeo
    Performer(s): The Cowsills



    Poor Baby, something always bringing you down
    If you look for it baby, there's so much unhappiness all around
    Don't cry, your daddy gonna buy your one-way ticket to sunshine
    Cheer up your ... try to clear up your mind
    Poor Baby, try to feel better
    Nothing's as bad as it may seem
    Poor Baby, under the weather
    Try to close your eyes and dream
    Think of the good times (good times)
    Just think of the good times that we're gonna see
    Poor Baby, try to feel better
    Nothing's as bad as it may seem
    Poor Baby, under the weather
    Try to close your eyes and dream
    Think of the good times (good times)
    Just think of the good times that we're gonna see
    Don't fret, your daddy gonna fetch your one-way ticket to happiness
    Cheer up your ... try to clear up your mind
    Poor Baby, try to feel better
    Nothing's as bad as it may seem
    Poor Baby, under the weather
    Try to close your eyes and dream
    Think of the good times (good times)
    Just think of the good times that we're gonna see
    Poor Baby, try to feel better
    Nothing's as bad as it may seem
    Poor Baby, under the weather
    Try to close your eyes and dream
    Think of the good times (good times)
    Just think of the good times that we're gonna see



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    25-04-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Sniper
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    Sniper
    Composer(s): Harry Chapin
    Performer(s): Harry Chapin



    It is an early Monday morning
    The sun is becoming bright on the land
    No one is watching as he comes a walking
    Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands

    He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus
    He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs
    The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing
    The sound of the silence when no one was there

    I didn't really know him
    He was kind of strange
    Always sort of sat there
    He never seemed to change

    He reached the catwalk
    He put done his burden
    The four sided clock began to chime
    Seven AM, the day is beginning
    So much to do and so little time

    He looks at the city where no one had known him
    He looks at the sky where no one looks down
    He looks at his life and what it has shown him
    He looks for his shadow it cannot be found

    He was such a moody child, very hard to touch
    Even as a baby he never smiled too much
    No no
    No no

    You bug me, she said
    Your ugly, she said
    Please hug me, I said
    But she just sat there
    With the same flat stare
    That she saves for me alone
    When I'm home
    When I'm home
    Take me home

    He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun
    He stacked up the cartridges along the wall
    He knew he would need them for his conversation
    If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all

    He said Listen you people I've got a question
    You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow
    I found a way that will get me an answer
    Been waiting to ask you 'till now
    Right now!

    Am I?
    I am a lover whose never been kissed
    Am I?
    I am a fighter whose not made a fist
    Am I?
    If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed
    How do I know I exist?
    Are you listening to me?
    Are you listening to me?
    Am I?

    The first words he spoke took the town by surprise
    One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye
    It blew her through the window wedged her against the door
    Reality poured from her face, staining the floor

    He was kind of creepy
    Sort of a dunce
    I met him at the corner bar
    I only dated the poor boy once
    That's all
    Just once, that was all

    Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car
    Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far
    The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades
    He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle
    In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed

    He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise
    Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy
    Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls
    Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls

    Thirty-seven people got his message so far
    Yes, he was reaching them right were they are

    They set up an assault team
    They asked for volunteers
    They had to go and get him, that much was clear
    And the word spread about him on the radios and TV's
    In appropriately sober tone they asked "Who can it be?"

    He was a very dull boy, very taciturn
    Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn
    No no
    No no

    They're coming to get me, they don't want to let me
    Stay in the bright light too long
    It's getting on noon now, it's goin' to be soon now
    But oh, what a wonderful sound!

    Mama, won't you nurse me?
    Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness
    Mama, it's getting worse for me
    Won't you please make me warm and mindless?

    Mama, yes you have cursed me
    I never will forgive you for your blindness
    I hate you!

    The wires are all humming for me
    And I can hear them coming for me
    Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear
    Not any more though they've blasted the door

    As the copter dropped the gas he shouted "Who cares?"
    They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs
    As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun
    With their final fusillade his answer had come

    Am I?
    There is no way that you can hide me
    Am I?
    Though you have put your fire inside me
    Am I?
    You've given me my answer can't you see?
    I was!
    I am!
    and now I Will Be
    I Will Be!!!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Pony Time
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    Pony Time
    Composer(s): John Berry; Don Covay
    Performer(s): Chubby Checker;
    and various other artists



    It's pony time
    Boogety, boogety, boogety shoo

    Hey now let's party with the union hall
    It's pony time when ya hear this call
    So get with it
    Don't quit it
    Get up

    Do the pony with your partner
    With a big boss line
    Well anyway ya do it
    You're gonna look real fine
    So get with it
    Don't quit it
    Get up

    Now ya turn to the left when I say gee
    You turn to the right when I say haw
    Now gee, ya ya baby
    Now haw, ya oh baby, oh baby, pretty baby
    Do it baby, oh baby, oh baby
    Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo

    Gonna see little Suzie, who lives next door
    She's doin' the pony, she's takin' the floor
    Eeea ah, so get with it, don't quit it, come on
    Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo

    Do the pony with your partner
    Oh in a big boss line
    But anyway you do it
    You're gonna look just fine
    So get with it
    Don't quit it
    Come on
    Eeeaaah

    Now you turn to the left when I say gee
    You turn to the right when I say haw
    Now gee, ya ya little baby
    Now haw, ya oh baby, oh baby, pretty baby
    Do it baby, oh baby, oh baby
    Boogety, boogety, boogety, boogety shoo



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    24-04-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.A Night Like This (Caro Emerald)
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    A Night Like This
    Performer(s): Caro Emerald



    From where you are
    you see the smoke start to arise
    where they play cards
    And you walk over softly moving passed the guards
    The stakes are getting higher
    You can feel it in your heart
    He calls you bluff
    He is the ace you never thought he played that much
    And now it's more than all this cards you want to touch
    You never know if winning this could really be enough
    Take a look, beyond the moon you see the stars
    And when you look around, you know the room by heart
    I have never dreamed it
    Have you ever dreamed a night like this?
    I cannot believe it
    I may never see a night like this
    When everything you think is incomplete
    Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek
    Could you ever dream it?
    I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this
    How many times
    have I been waiting by the door to hear these chimes?
    To hear that some one debonaire has just a arrived
    And opened up to see my world before my eyes
    That silhouette creates an image on the night I can't forget
    It has the scent of something special, I can't rest
    If I resist temptation, oh I know for sure that I will lose the bet
    I walk away and suddenly it seems I'm not alone
    In front of me he stands -- I stop, before he goes
    I have never dreamed it
    Have you ever dreamed a night like this?
    I cannot believe it
    I may never see a night like this
    When everything you think is incomplete
    Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek
    Could you ever dream it?
    I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this
    I have never dreamed it
    Have you ever dreamed a night like this?
    I cannot believe it
    I may never see a night like this
    When everything you think is incomplete
    Starts happening when you are cheek to cheek
    Could you ever dream it?
    I have never dreamed, dreamed a night like this



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    Pony Boy
    Composer(s): Dickey Betts
    Performer(s): The Allman Brothers Band



    Don't worry for me
    Well I'm all right
    Lord knows I'm having
    A natural good time
    Pocket full of money
    Gonna boogie all night
    There ain't nobody tell me that's crime

    Chorus:
    When morning comes and it's time to go
    Pony boy carry me home
    Pony boy carry me home

    All right mama
    Let me see you do that thing now

    Band is jumping and so am I
    I'm just groovin', can't stop movin'
    My ole man's got that ole eagle eye
    But he is just waitin', we're celebratin'

    Chorus

    I feel a change coming on
    Come on, mama!
    Here it comes now
    Papa's with you now

    Look out the door
    There beside that tree
    Well, that's my pony, looking after me
    Front feet doing the shuffle
    Back feet, too
    Blow them good old Georgia blues

    Chorus



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    23-04-1989
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    Sneaky Snake
    Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
    Performer(s): Tom T. Hall



    Boys and girls take warning, if you go near the lake
    Keep your eyes wide open, and look for sneaky snake
    Now maybe you wont see him, maybe you wont hear
    But he'll sneak up behind you, and drink all your root beer

    And then sneaky snake goes dancin', wigglin' and a-hissin'
    Sneaky snake goes dancin', gigglin' and a-kissin'
    I dont like old sneaky snake; he laughs too much you see
    When he goes wigglin' through the grass, it tickles his underneath

    Well, sneaky snake drinks root beer, and he just makes me sick
    When he is not dancin', he looks just like a stick
    Now, he doesn't have any arms or legs, you cannot see his ears
    And while we are not lookin', he's stealin' all of our beer

    And then sneaky snake goes dancin', wigglin' and a-hissin'
    Sneaky snake goes dancin', gigglin' and a-kissin'
    I don't like old sneaky snake; he laughs too much you see
    When he goes wigglin' through the grass, it tickles his underneath



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Ponta Do Lápis
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    Ponta Do Lápis
    Composer(s): Clodoaldo; Rodger Rogério
    Performer(s): Ney Matogrosso & Raimundo Fagner



    Sei escrever o teu nome
    Na ponta fina do lápis
    Mais não vou repetir
    O que tu já sabes
    Teus olhos são labaredas
    Avermelhados e tristes
    Dentro do corpo cansado
    A paixão resiste
    Esta paixão violenta
    Que dilacera minh’alma
    Este medo anestesia
    E mata minha calma

    La luz de la liberdad
    En el nuevo mundo mi vida
    La esperança el amor
    Mi tierra querida...
    Terra a terra
    Chão a chão
    Retumbante coração



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