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  • 10-11-1989
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    Ren Je Rot Voor Je Leven
    (Adapted from: Si Tu Aimes Ma Musique - 1982)
    Composer(s): Ronny Brack - Bob Baelemans - Fred Beekmans
    Performer(s): M-Kids - 2002



    soms is't net
    of je leven echt geen cent meer waard is
    je kijkt links en rechts
    't lijkt alsof het oorlog in je straat is
    'k vraag me af
    of dadt iets van tijdelijke aard is
    ga ik straks naar bed
    droom ik dat het morgen weer voorbij is

    als je een auto ziet komen
    blijf daar dan niet staan
    loop zo gauw je hem ziet
    of je haalt je 18 niet
    ren je rot voor je leven
    of 't is zo voorbij
    loop zo hard je kan
    of je krijgt ervan

    duik vlug weg
    als er weer zo'n auto aan komt scheuren
    't is geluk of pech
    kruis je vingers
    't zal je maar gebeuren
    haast en spoed
    is niet goed dat heb ik moeten leren
    maar zij zijn een deugd
    hoe moet je je anders nog verweren

    als je een auto ziet komen
    blijf daar dan niet staan
    loop zo gauw je hem ziet
    of je haalt je 18 niet
    ren je rot voor je leven
    of 't is zo voorbij
    loop zo hard je kan
    of je krijgt ervan



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    Pretty Shitty Days (aka My Young And Troubled Days)
    French Title: Mes Emmerdes
    Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
    Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



    Those were the days, hungry days, needing more, having less
    I learned the game, wanting fame, and success
    I left behind, as I climbed, as I raced against time
    My old pals, my sweet gals, and my pretty shitty days

    Those early years, selfish years, full of me, full of schemes
    A foolish mind, running blind, chasing dreams
    The bridges burned, bridges crossed, were the way that I lost
    My old pals, my sweet gals, and my pretty shitty days

    Crazy times I shared with all my pals
    Burning love I made with all my gals
    And the shitty days I now recall
    Never could have been really so heavy at all

    I'm very proud, proud of myself
    Hah, and why not, why not, I've done well
    Got my health, my wealth, what the hell
    Known by all, life is bliss, but inside I still miss
    My pals, my gals, my pretty shitty days

    All the careless days of fooling 'round
    Weighing up the balance I have found
    That those shitty days I now recall
    Never could have been really so heavy at all

    Those were the days, crazy days, crazy ways, gay parade
    The times we crashed, getting smashed, getting laid
    We had the steam, had a ball, had a dream, had it all
    My old pals, my sweet gals, and those pretty shitty days

    Oh yes, ah yes, I remember, it was absolutely marvelous
    Fantastic, with my, my pals, my beautiful gals
    And those pretty shitty days



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    09-11-1989
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    Sogna Ragazzo Sogna
    Composer(s): Roberto Vecchioni
    Performer(s): Roberto Vecchioni



    E ti diranno parole rosse come il sangue, nere come la notte
    ma non è vero, ragazzo, che la ragione sta sempre col più forte
    io conosco poeti che spostano i fiumi con il pensiero
    e naviganti infiniti che sanno parlare con il cielo

    Chiudi gli occhi, ragazzo, e credi solo a quel che vedi dentro
    stringi i pugni, ragazzo, non lasciargliela vinta neanche un momento
    copri l'amore, ragazzo, ma non nasconderlo sotto il mantello
    a volte passa qualcuno, a volte c'è qualcuno che deve vederlo

    Sogna, ragazzo, sogna quando sale il vento nelle vie del cuore
    quando un uomo vive per le sue parole o non vive più
    sogna, ragazzo, sogna, non lasciarlo solo contro questo mondo
    non lasciarlo andare, sogna fino in fondo, fallo pure tu ...

    Sogna, ragazzo, sogna quando cala il vento ma non è finita
    quando muore un uomo per la stessa vita che sognavi tu
    sogna, ragazzo, sogna, non cambiare un verso della tua canzone
    non lasciare un treno fermo alla stazione, non fermarti tu ...

    Lasciali dire che al mondo quelli come te perderanno sempre
    perchè hai già vinto, lo giuro, e non ti possono fare più niente
    passa ogni tanto la mano su un viso di donna, passaci le dita
    nessun regno è più grande di questa piccola cosa che è la vita

    E la vita è così forte che attraversa i muri per farsi vedere
    la vita è così vera che sembra impossibile doverla lasciare
    la vita è così grande che quando sarai sul punto di morire
    pianterai un ulivo, convinto ancora di vederlo fiorire

    Sogna, ragazzo, sogna, quando lei si volta, quando lei non torna
    quando il solo passo che fermava il cuore non lo senti più
    sogna, ragazzo, sogna, passeranno i giorni, passerà l'amore
    passeran le notti, finirà il dolore, sarai sempre tu

    Sogna, ragazzo, sogna, piccolo ragazzo nella mia memoria
    tante volte tanti dentro questa storia: non vi conto più
    sogna, ragazzo, sogna, ti ho lasciato un foglio sulla scrivania
    manca solo un verso a quella poesia, puoi finirla tu

    Vedi a volte sognare non guasta
    Ciao Marco



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Pretty Saro
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Judy Collins;
    and various other artists



    Down in some lone valley
    In a lonesome place
    Where the wild birds do whistle
    And their notes do increase
    Farewell pretty Saro
    I bid you adieu
    But I'll dream of pretty Saro
    Wherever I go

    My love, she won't have me
    So I understand
    She wants a freeholder
    Who owns house and land
    I cannot maintain her
    With silver and gold
    Nor buy all the fine things
    That a big house can hold

    If I were a merchant
    And could write a fine hand
    I'd write my love a letter
    That she'd understand
    I'd write it by the river
    Where the waters o'er- flow
    And I'll dream of pretty Saro
    Wherever I go



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    08-11-1989
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    Sonntag
    Composer(s): Michael Mell - Rudolf Leve
    First performance by: Mess - 1982



    Heut' ist Sonntag, ein kleiner Sonntag
    Ein feiner Sonntag, so könnt' es immer bleiben
    Jeden Sonntag vergeht der Sonntag
    Wie immer, viel zu schnell

    Jeden Sonntag bin ich alleine
    Bei mir zu Hause auf meiner kleinen Insel
    Und am Sonntag fühl' ich mich immer
    Wie Freitag und Robinson

    Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich
    Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr

    Sonnensonntag ob Regensonntag
    An jedem Sonntag fühl' ich mich wunderbar
    Denn Sonntagmorgen bis Sonntagabend
    Lieg' ich in meinem Himmelbett

    Jeder Sonntag beginnt mit Montag
    Wird schön am Mittwoch
    Und dauert dann bis Freitag
    Und der Samstag ist fast schon Sonntag
    Da geht's erst richtig los

    Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich
    Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr

    Whoa... Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
    Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag
    Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
    Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
    Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
    Jeden Sonntag freu' ich mich schon auf den nächsten
    Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
    Hat so etwas Schönes an sich

    Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich
    Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr

    Whoa... Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
    Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag
    Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
    Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
    Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
    Jeden Sonntag freu' ich mich schon auf den nächsten
    Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
    Hat so etwas Schönes an sich

    Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag
    Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag
    Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
    Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung

    Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
    Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
    Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag
    Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung



    Categorie:Duitse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Pretty Polly Perkins Of Paddington Green

    Pretty Polly Perkins Of Paddington Green
    Composer(s): Harry Clifton
    Performer(s): Harry Clifton



    I am a broken-hearted milkman, in grief I'm arrayed
    Through keeping of the company of a young servant maid
    Who lived on board and wages, the house to keep clean
    In a gentleman's family near Paddington Green

    She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
    Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green

    She'd an ankle like an antelope and a step like a deer
    A voice like a blackbird, so mellow and clear
    Her hair hung in ringlets so beautiful and long
    I thought that she loved me but I found I was wrong

    She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
    Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green

    When I'd rattle in the morning and cry "Milk below"
    At the sound of my milk cans her face she did show
    With a smile upon her countenance and a laugh in her eye
    If I'd thought that she loved me I'd have laid down to die

    She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
    Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green

    When I asked her to marry me, she said "Oh what stuff"
    And told me to drop it, for she'd had quite enough
    Of my nonsense... At the same time, I'd been very kind
    But to marry a milkman she didn't feel inclined

    She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
    Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green

    "The man that has me must have silver and gold
    A chariot to ride in and be handsome and bold
    His hair must be curly as any watch-spring,
    And his whiskers as big as a brush for clothing"

    She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
    Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green

    The words that she uttered went straight through my heart
    I sobbed and I sighed, and I straight did depart
    With a tear on my eyelid as big as a bean
    I bid farewell to Polly and to Paddington Green

    She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
    Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green

    In six months she married, this hard-hearted girl
    But it was not a Wi-count, and it was not a Nearl
    It was not a Baronite, but a shade or two wuss
    It was a bow-legged conductor of a tuppenny bus

    She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen
    Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green



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    07-11-1989
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    Soft-Sell Conclusion
    Composer(s): Frank Zappa
    Performer(s): The Mothers of Invention



    A lot of people don't bother about their friends in the vegetable kingdom
    They think: Oh, ah, what can I say?
    What can a person like myself say to a vegetable?
    But the answer is simple, my friends
    Just call, and tell them how you feel about muffins...pumpkins...wax paper...
    Caledonia, Mahoganies, elbows ...green things in general...
    and soon, a new rapport...you and your new little green and yellow buddies, grooving together...
    Oh, no! Maintaining your coolness together!
    Worshipping together in the church of your choice...(only in America...)

    Call any vegetable
    Call it by name
    Aw, you gotta call one today
    When you get off the train

    Call any vegetable
    And the chances are good
    Wow! That the vegetable will *Respond* to you

    Oh, no! Can you see them responding?
    The pumpkin is breathing hard...h-h-h-h
    H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h - H - Hhhhhhhhhhhh!
    (What a pumpkin!)



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Pretty Polly
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    Pretty Polly
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Judy Collins



    “Polly, Pretty Polly, come go long with me
    Polly, Pretty Polly, come go long with me
    Before we get married, some pleasure to see”

    She jumped up behind him and away they did ride
    She jumped up behind him, away they did go
    Over the mountains, and valleys so low

    “Oh Willie, oh Willie, I’m a feared for my life
    Oh Willie, oh Willie, I’m a feared for my life
    I’m afraid you mean to murder me, and leave me behind..”

    “Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed about right
    Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed about right
    I’ve been diggin’ your grave, for the best part of last night”

    She knelt down before him, pleading for her life
    She knelt down before him, pleading for her life
    “Let me be a single girl, if I can't be your wife..”

    He stabbed her to the heart, and her heart blood did flow
    He stabbed her to the heart, and her heart blood did flow
    And into the grave, Pretty Polly did go

    He through a little dirt on her and started for home
    He through a little dirt over her and started for home
    Leaving nobody there, but the wild birds to moan..

    A debt to the devil, Willie must pay
    A debt to the devil, Willie must pay
    For killing Pretty Polly
    And running, and running, and running, and running away



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    06-11-1989
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    Dag Efter Dag
    Composer(s): Monica Forsberg - Lasse Holm
    First performance by: Chips - 1982



    Nu är det nå't stort på gång
    Ja, snart ska nånting hända
    Ingenting kan ändra det
    Och nu är det för sent att vända
    Lika bra att det är sagt
    För du har ändå märkt det
    Hur som helst, så känns det helt okej
    Det är nånting som jag vill säga dig

    Dag efter dag
    Gång på gång var jag på väg
    Dag efter dag
    Gång på gång, tog steg för steg
    Men nu var det nå't som sa mig
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, vill ha dig
    Så ska det va
    Du och jag
    Dag efter dag

    Satsar allt på samma kort
    Har inget att förlora
    Säger vad jag känner nu
    Och inga ord kan bli för stora
    Sen den dag jag såg dig här
    Förstod jag vad jag saknat
    Hör nu på, ja lyssna nu på mig
    Det är nånting som jag vill säga dig

    Dag efter dag
    Gång på gång var jag på väg
    Dag efter dag
    Gång på gång, tog steg för steg
    Men nu var det nå't som sa mig
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, vill ha dig
    Så ska det va
    Du och jag
    Dag efter dag

    Jag hörde nånting inom mig
    Whoa, whoa, whoa, vill ha dig
    Så ska det va
    Du och jag
    Dag efter dag
    Du och jag
    Dag efter dag
    Dag efter dag



    Categorie:Scand. Songs

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    Pretty Paper Composer(s): Willie Nelson First release by: Roy Orbison - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists



    (The pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue)

    Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
    Wrap your presents to your darling from you
    Pretty pencils to write “I love you”
    Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue

    Crowded street, busy feet hustle by him
    Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
    There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
    Hoping that you won’t pass him by

    Should you stop?, better not, much too busy
    You’re in a hurry, my how time does fly
    In the distance the ringing of laughter
    And in the midst of the laughter he cries

    Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
    Wrap your presents to your darling from you
    Pretty pencils to write “I love you”
    Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue



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    05-11-1989
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    Softly, Softly
    Composer(s): Eddy Grant
    Performer(s): The Equals



    I love Jenny - Jenny loves me
    I'm in trouble as you will see
    I went to see Lucy (Lucy)
    This morning at half past three (Whoopie)
    The floorboard started to squeak
    Softly
    softly
    softly
    softly
    softly
    (Hey
    hey
    hey)
    Hold on Baby
    I'm coming

    I'm in trouble - Trouble loves me
    Great confusion
    Lord help me!
    Beginning of the end for me (Whoopie)
    And I didn't even kiss Lucy (Lucy)
    But Jenny was so moisy
    Softly
    softly
    softly
    softly
    softly
    (Hey
    hey
    hey)
    Hold on Baby
    I'm coming

    I said
    I love Jenny - Jenny loves me
    I'm in trouble as you will see
    I went to see Lucy (Lucy)
    This morning at half past three (Whoopie)
    The floorboard started to squeak
    Softly
    softly
    softly ...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Pretty Mary
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    Pretty Mary
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Jimmie Driftwood



    At the foot of yonder mountain
    There runs a clear stream
    At the foot of yonder mountain
    There lives a fair queen

    She's handsome, she's proper
    And her ways are complete
    And I ask no better pastime
    Than to kneel at her feet

    Her father don't like me
    And I understand
    He's promised Lord Randall
    Her lily white hand

    Lord Randall has silver
    Lord Randall has gold
    But she'd rather shiver
    With me in the cold

    Pretty Mary, pretty Mary
    I'd give all I own
    If I had pretty Mary
    In the moonlight alone

    Her father declares
    I shall see her no more
    Her mother forbids me
    To knock on her door

    They've locked her in a strong room
    Where I've never been
    And only Lord Randall
    Is allowed to go in

    I wish I was an eagle
    Like an eagle I'd fly
    I'd fly over the ocean
    And the mountains tops high

    I'd fly to her window
    With a wild eagle scream
    And take my pretty Mary
    To the land of my dreams

    Pretty Mary, pretty Mary
    I'd give all I own
    If I had Pretty Mary
    In the moonlight alone

    I'd take her to a cabin
    On a mountain top wild
    And care for Pretty Mary
    Like she was my child

    I'd fight the Lord Randall
    If he ever came nie
    For the love of pretty Mary
    I gladly would die

    Pretty Mary, pretty Mary
    I'd give all I own
    If I had Pretty Mary
    In a home of my own



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    04-11-1989
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    Softly, Softly
    Composer(s): P. Duden - M. Paul - P. Roberts
    Performer(s): Ruby Murray



    Softly, softly come to me
    Touch my lips so tenderly
    Softly, softly turn the key
    And open up my heart

    Handle me with gentleness
    And say you'll leave me never
    In the warth of your caress
    My love will live for ever and ever

    So softly, softly come to me
    Touch my lips so tenderly
    Softly, softly turn the key
    And open up my heart

    Softly, softly turn the key
    And open up my heart



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    Pretty Maids All In Row
    Composer(s): Joe Walsh; Joe Vitale
    Performer(s): Eagles; Dark One Lite



    Hi there
    How are 'ya?
    It's been a long time
    Seems like we've come a long way
    My, but we learn so slow
    and heroes, they come
    and they go
    and leave us behind as if
    we're s'pposed to know why
    Why do we give up our hearts to the past?
    and why must we grow up so fast?

    And all you wishing well fools
    with your fortunes
    someone should send you a rose with
    love from a friend
    It's nice to here from you again
    And the storybook comes to a close
    Gone are the ribbons and bows
    Things to remember places to go
    Pretty Maids all in a Row
    Oh, oh oh, oh......



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    03-11-1989
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    Mono I Agapi
    Composer(s): Anna Vissi
    First performance by: Anna Vissi - 1982



    Tipota the meni, tipota the zi
    Ola zvinun, hanonde, san ilios, sa vrohi
    Ma pano apo sena, pano apo mena
    Pano ap' ola iparhi

    Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
    Mono i agapi ke zi kathe stigmi
    Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
    Mono i agapi ke zi

    Ti 'ne i zoi mas, ligo an to skeftis
    Tha 'klines ta matia su, the tha 'theles na dis
    Ma piso ap' ta lathi, t' anthropina pathi
    Pano ap' ola iparhi

    Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
    Mono i agapi ke zi kathe stigmi
    Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
    Mono i agapi ke zi, ke zi...

    I zoi mas perna, ki oti fevgi pona, piso the irna
    Ki omos kati mas krata

    Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
    Mono i agapi ke zi kathe stigmi
    Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
    Mono i agapi ke zi

    Mono i agapi, mono i agapi
    Mono i agapi ke zi



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Pretty Maid Milking A Cow

    Pretty Maid Milking A Cow
    (aka It Was On A Fine Summer's Morning)
    Composer(s): Caelin Deas; Thomas Moore



    It was on a fine summer's morning
    When the birds sweetly tuned on each bough
    I heard a fair maid sing most charming
    As she sat a-milking her cow
    Her voice, it was chanting melodious
    She left me scarce able to go
    My heart it is soothed in solace
    My Cailín deas crúite na mbó

    With courtesy I did salute her
    "Good-morrow, most amiable maid
    I'm your captive slave for the future"
    "Kind sir, do not banter," she said
    "I'm not such a precious rare jewel
    That I should enamour you so
    I am but a plain country girl"
    Says Cailín deas crúite na mbó

    "The Indies afford no such jewel
    So precious and transparently fair
    Oh! do not to my flame add fuel
    But consent for to love me, my dear
    Take pity and grant my desire
    And leave me no longer in woe
    Oh! love me or else I'll expire
    Sweet Cailín deas crúite na mbó"

    "Or had I the wealth of great Damer
    Or all on the African shore
    Or had I great Devonshire treasure
    Or had I ten thousand times more
    Or had I the lamp of Alladin
    Or had I his genie also
    I'd rather live poor on a mountain
    With Cailín deas crúite na mbó"

    "I beg you'll withdraw and don't tease me
    I cannot consent unto thee
    I like to live single and airy
    Till more of the world I do see
    New cares they would me embarrass
    Besides, sir, my fortune is low
    Until I get rich I'll not marry"
    Says Cailín deas crúite na mbó

    "An old maid is like an old almanack
    Quite useless when once out of date
    If her ware is not sold in the morning
    At noon it must fall to low rate
    The fragrance of May is soon over
    The rose loses its beauty, you know
    All bloom is consumed in October
    Sweet Cailín deas crúite na mbó"

    "A young maid is like a ship sailing
    There's no knowing how long she may steer
    For with every blast she's in danger
    Oh! consent, love, and banish all care
    For riches I care not a farthing
    Your affection I want and no more
    In comfort I'd wish to enjoy you
    My Cailín deas crúite na mbó.."



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    02-11-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Softly, As In A Morning Sunrise
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    Softly, As In A Morning Sunrise Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II; Sigmund Romberg First performance: William O'Neal - 1928 Covered by multiple other artists



    Love came to me Gay and tender Love came to me Sweet surrender Love came to me In bright romantic splendor Fickle was she Faithful never Fickle was she And clever So will it be – forever – forever Softly, as in a morning sunrise The light of love comes stealing Into a new born day -- oh Flaming with all the glow of sunrise A burning kiss is sealing The vow that all betray For the passions that thrill love And lift you high to heaven Are the passions that kill love And let you fall to hell So ends the story Softly, as in an evening sunset The light that gave you glory Will take it all away



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Pretty Little Black Eyed Susie
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    Pretty Little Black Eyed Susie
    Composer(s): Kathleen Twomey; Fred Wise; Benjamin Weisman
    Performer(s): Guy Mitchell



    I love the sea, I love the navy
    Love my biscuits soaked in gravy
    But pretty little black eyed Susie
    But pretty little black eyed Susie
    Cross my heart I love ya best of all

    I love the hills, I love the prairie
    I love Jane, and I love Mary
    But pretty little black eyed Susie
    But pretty little black eyed Susie
    Cross my heart I love ya best of all

    I'm as happy as a king
    Got the world upon a string
    Can't ask for more
    I'm right at heaven's door

    Ooooh! I used to do a lot of teasin'
    Changed my gals with ev'ry season
    But pretty little black eyed Susie
    But pretty little black eyed Susie
    Pretty little black eyed Susie I love you

    I love my pipe, I love tomaters
    I love candied sweet pertaters
    But pretty little black eyed Susie
    But pretty little black eyed Susie
    Cross my heart I love ya best of all

    Oh! I love the trees, I love the flowers
    Love to walk through April showers
    But pretty little black eyed Susie
    But pretty little black eyed Susie
    Cross my heart I love ya best of all

    Used to say I'd never wed
    Those were foolish words I said
    `cos now I see
    That you were meant for me

    Ooooh! I used to be a guy who gambled
    I had wand'rin' shoes that rambled
    But pretty little black eyed Susie
    But pretty little black eyed Susie
    Cross my heart my rambl'in' days are through
    Pretty little black eyed Susie I love you
    My pretty little black eyed Susie I love you



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    01-11-1989
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Amour On T'aime
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    Amour On T'aime
    Composer(s): Alain Morisod - Pierre Alain
    First performance by: Arlette Zola - 1982



    Love we love you
    On peut traverser la mer, voler autour de la Terre
    Courir l'aventure, chercher de l'or
    On peut quitter sa patrie
    Refaire son nez et sa vie
    Il nous faut l'amour d'abord

    Amour, on t'aime, mieux que nous-mêmes
    Mieux que l'argent, la politique et les chansons
    Et quand bien même tu nous enchaînes
    On a l'cœur qui bat comme les ailes d'un papillon

    On peut croire au fantastique
    Avoir des goûts éclectiques
    Penser Rossini ou Travolta
    On peut faire de la vitesse, du yoga ou du business
    Sans amour, ce n'est pas ça

    Amour, on t'aime, malgré nous-mêmes
    Tu nous balances comme des voiliers aux quatre vents
    Et quand bien même, tu tiens les rênes
    On se sent libre et l'on plane comme des goélands

    Amour, on t'aime, malgré nous-mêmes
    Tu nous entraînes comme des poissons dans l'océan
    Pourtant on aime, comme tu nous mènes
    C'est un peu fou, mais on ne peut vivre autrement

    Amour, on t'aime, mieux que nous-mêmes
    Mieux que l'argent, la politique et les chansons
    Amour, on t'aime, amour en s'aime
    On a les yeux tout pleins de rire et de lampions
    On a l'cœur qui bat comme les ailes d'un papillon



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Pretty Little Angel Eyes
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    Pretty Little Angel Eyes
    Composer(s): Curtis Lee; Tommy Boyce
    Performer(s): Curtis Lee



    Pretty little angel eyes
    Pretty little angel eyes
    Pretty little angel, pretty little angel
    Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little angel
    (Ba-bom) ooooo-oo, ooooo-oo (ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Ooooo-oo, pretty, pretty, pretty little angel eyes...

    Angel eyes, I really love you so
    Angel eyes, I'll never let you go
    Because I love you, my darlin' angel eyes
    (Pretty, pretty, pretty little angel eyes)

    Angel eyes, you are so good to me
    And when I'm in your arms you be so heavenly
    You know I love you, my darlin' angel eyes
    (Angel eyes, bom-bom-bom-bom)

    I know you were sent from heaven a-bo-ove
    You rule my life with your wonderful lo-ove
    I know we'll be hap-py
    For e-ter-ni-ty
    'Cause I know-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow
    That our love is really real

    Angel eyes, I really love you so
    Angel eyes, I'll never let you go
    Because I love you, my darlin' angel eyes, angel eyes

    Pretty little angel eyes
    Pretty little angel eyes
    Pretty little angel, pretty little angel
    Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little angel

    (Pretty, pretty, pretty)
    (Angel eyes) Angel eyes, I really love you so
    Angel eyes, I'll never let you go
    Because I love you
    My darlin' angel eyes
    (Pretty, pretty, pretty little angel eyes)
    Oooooo-oo, oooooo-oo (ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Oooooo-oo, oo, oo, oooooo
    Oo-oo-oo-oo ...



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