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  • 02-12-1999
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    Working In The Coal Mine
    Composer(s): Lee Dorsey; Allen Toussaint
    Originally performed by: Lee Dorsey
    Covered by various other artists



    Working in the coal mine
    Going down down down
    Working in the coal mine
    Whoop I wanna sit down

    Working in the coal mine
    Going down down down
    Working in the coal mine
    Whoop I wanna sit down

    Five o'clock in the morning
    I'm already up and gone
    Lord I'm so tired
    How long can this go on

    Working in the coal mine
    Going down down down
    Working in the coal mine
    Whoop I wanna sit down

    Working in the coal mine
    Going down down down
    Working in the coal mine
    Whoop I wanna sit down

    'Cause I work every morning
    Hauling coal by the ton,
    But when saturday rolls around
    I'm too tired to have any fun

    Working in the coal mine
    Going down down down
    Working in the coal mine
    Whoop I wanna sit down

    Working in the coal mine
    Going down down down
    Working in the coal mine
    Whoop I wanna sit down

    Lord, I'm so tired
    How long can this go on?



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    01-12-1999
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    America Is Waiting
    Composer(s): Brian Eno - David Byrne
    Performer(s): Brian Eno; David Byrne



    America is waiting for a message of some sort or another
    Takin' it again
    Again! Again!
    Takin' it again
    Well now... no, no... now, we ought to be mad at the government not mad at the people
    Takin' it again
    Again! Again!
    Takin' it again
    I mean, yeah, well... wha-what're ya gonna do?
    America is waiting for a message of some sort or another
    No will whatsoever
    No will whatsoever!
    Absolutely no honor
    No will whatsoever
    No will whatsoever!
    Absolutely no integrity
    No will whatsoever
    No will whatsoever!
    I haven't seen any any any citizen over there stand up and say "Hey, just a second"
    No will whatsoever
    No will whatsoever!
    I mean, yeah, so... wha-what're ya gonna do?
    America is waiting for a message of some sort or another



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    Working For The Weekend
    Composer(s): Paul Dean; Matthew Frenette; Mike Reno
    Performer(s): Loverboy;
    Josh Gracin; Hit Crew



    Everyone's watching, to see what you will do
    Everyone's looking at you, oh
    Everyone's wondering, will you come out tonight
    Everyone's trying to get it right, get it right

    Everybody's working for the weekend
    Everybody wants a little romance
    Everybody's goin' off the deep end
    Everybody needs a second chance, oh
    You want a piece of my heart
    You better start from start
    You wanna be in the show
    Come on baby lets go

    Everyone's looking to see if it was you
    Everyone wants you to come through
    Everyone's hoping it'll all work out
    Everyone's waiting they're holding out

    Everybody's working for the weekend
    Everybody wants a little romance
    Everybody's goin' off the deep end
    Everybody needs a second chance, oh
    You want a piece of my heart
    You better start from start
    You wanna be in the show
    Come on baby lets go

    You want a piece of my heart
    You better start from start
    You wanna be in the show
    Come on baby lets go

    You want a piece of my heart
    You better start from start
    You wanna be in the show
    Come on baby lets go



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    30-11-1999
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    America Drinks and Goes Home
    Composer(s): Frank Zappa
    First release by: The Mothers of Invention - 1967



    (Here's a special request)
    (Hope you enjoy it)

    I tired to find How my heart
    could be so blind
    Dear
    How could I be fooled just like the rest
    You came on strong with your
    Fast car and your class ring
    Sad eyes and your ... ...
    I fell for the whole thing
    I don't regret for having met
    Up with a girl who Breaks hearts
    Like they were nothing at all
    I've done it too
    Now I know just what it feels like
    And just like I said I have no regrets

    Well it's about time to close...
    I hope you've had as
    much fun as we have!
    Don't forget the jam session Sunday!...
    Mandy Tension will be by
    playing his xylophone
    troupe!
    It'll be a lot of fun!
    Monday night is the Dance
    Contest Night...
    Twist Contest!...
    We give away ah...
    peanut butter and jelly!...
    There'll be sandwiches for all of you...
    I hope we've played your requests...
    the songs you like to hear...
    Last call for alcohol!...
    Drink it up folks...
    Wonderful!...
    Nice to see you Bob, how's it going?
    How's your kids?...
    Wonderful!...
    Nice to see you, yes...
    Oh, Bill Bailey?...
    Ah we'll get to that to- morrow night...
    Caravan with a drum solo?...
    right!...
    We'll do that!...
    Wonderful!...
    Nice to see you again!...
    Yeah!...la, la, la...
    Down at the Pompadour A-Go-Go!!...
    Vo-do-de-oo-pee-pee...
    Shoobe-doot 'n-dadada, ada-da-dahhh ...
    Nya-da-da, nya-da-da...
    'nite all!...



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Working Class Hero
    Composer(s): John Lennon
    Originally performed by: John Lennon
    Covered by various other artists



    As soon as you're born, they make you feel small
    By giving you no time instead of it all
    Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

    A working class hero is something to be
    A working class hero is something to be

    They hurt you at home, and they hit you at school
    They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
    Til you're so f***ing crazy you can't follow their rules

    A working class hero is something to be
    A working class hero is something to be

    When they tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
    Then they expect you to pick a career
    When you can't really function you're so full of fear

    A working class hero is something to be
    A working class hero is something to be

    Keep you doped with religion, and sex, and TV
    And you think you're so clever and classless and free
    But you're still f***ing peasants as far as I can see

    A working class hero is something to be
    A working class hero is something to be

    There's room at the top, they are telling you still
    But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
    If you want to be like the folks on the hill

    A working class hero is something to be
    A working class hero is something to be

    If you want to be a hero, well just follow me
    If you want to be a hero, well just follow me



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    29-11-1999
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    America America
    Composer(s): Michel Sardou
    Performer(s): Michel Sardou



    Et j'ai vu San Francisco Bridge
    Rallier l'univers en deux rives
    Oui quand j'ai vu San Francisco
    Ma ville est morte dans mon dos

    America America
    America America

    Hier encore, j'étais tranquille
    Bien au chaud au ventre de ma ville
    Protégé par de grands murs gris
    Une église et des pharmacies

    America America
    America America

    Hier encore j'étais tranquille
    Tout seul au centre d'une ville
    J'avais de la buée plein les yeux
    J'allais être un jeune homme sérieux

    America America
    America America

    Puis j'ai vu San Francisco Bridge
    Rallier l'univers en deux rives
    Oui quand j'ai vu San Francisco
    Ma ville est morte dans mon dos

    America America
    America America

    Ils avaient des voitures immenses
    Des murs en verre, des maisons blanches
    Ils avaient des cheveux partout
    Des filles qu'on suivrait à genoux

    America America
    America America

    Autour de moi, tout grandissait
    Je ne savais plus qui j'étais
    Les flics étaient de vrais géants
    Je voulais partir en courant

    America America
    America America

    Aujourd'hui, sur San Francisco Bridge
    Je vois l'univers en deux rives
    Mon cœur est à San Francisco
    Ma ville est morte dans mon dos

    America America
    America America



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Workin' On A Groovy Thing
    Composer(s): Roger Atkins; Neil Sedaka
    Performer(s): The 5th Dimension;
    and various other artists



    When I saw you I knew that I was gonna love you
    And everyday I thought of how I'm gonna love you
    Now you're here next to me
    And ecstasy is a reality
    I feel good when you are near
    I'm alive cause you are here
    Working on a groovy thing baby
    Working on a groovy thing
    Working on a groovy thing baby
    Let's not rush in we'll take it slow

    Before I met you I know my lips were only wasted
    Cause you have got the sweetest kiss I ever tasted
    Music moves us along
    Your arms around me are snug and warm
    Happiness is in my soul
    I'm about to lose all control
    Working on a groovy thing baby
    Working on a groovy thing
    Working on a groovy thing baby
    Let's not rush in we'll take it slow
    Working on a groovy thing



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    28-11-1999
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    America
    ((Italian Version: America (by Bruno Lauzi) - 1973))
    Composer(s): Paul Simon
    First release by: Simon & Garfunkel - 1968
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
    I've got some real estate here in my bag
    So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
    And we walked off to look for America
    Cathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
    Michigan seems like a dream to me now
    It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
    I've gone to look for America
    Laughing on the bus playing games with the faces
    She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
    I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera
    Toss me a cigaret I think there's one in the raincoat
    We smoked the last one an hour ago
    So I looked at the scenary she read her magazine
    And the moon rose over an open field
    Cathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping
    I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
    Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
    They've all come to look for America
    All come to look for America



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Workin' Man Blues
    Composer(s): Merle Haggard
    Made famous by: Merle Haggard
    Covered by various other artists



    It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
    I been a workin' man dang near all my life
    I'll be working
    Long as my two hands are fit to use
    I'll drink my beer in a tavern
    Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

    I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
    Might get a little tired on the weekend, after I draw my pay
    But I'll go back workin'
    Come Monday morning I'm right back with the crew
    I'll drink a little beer that evening
    Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

    Hey hey, the workin' man, the workin' man like me
    I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be
    'Cause I'll be working
    Long as my two hands are fit to use
    I drink a little beer in a tavern
    Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

    Sometimes I think about leaving, do a little bummin' around
    I wanna throw my bills out the window, catch a train to another town
    But I go back working
    I gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
    Yeah, drink a little beer in a tavern
    Cry a little bit of these workin' man blues

    Hey hey, the working man, the working man like me
    I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be
    'Cause I'll be working
    Long as my two hands are fit to use
    I drink a little beer in a tavern
    Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

    Yeah, drink a little beer in a tavern
    Cry a little bit of these workin' man blues



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    27-11-1999
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    America
    Composer(s): José Luis Perales
    First release by: José Luis Perales - 1991
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Me hueles a merengue y a bolero
    a caña y a café
    Me hueles a corrido y a charango
    carnavalito y miel
    Me hueles a maracas y a guitarras
    a gaucho solitario y a sabana
    a piel morena y sal
    Me hueles a canela y a banana
    herida siempre y siempre maltratada
    soñando libertad

    Coro

    América, América
    Me hueles a guayaba
    a cordillera helada
    a tierra verde y lluvia tropical
    me hueles a pradera y a eterna primavera
    me hueles a futuro y libertad (2)

    Me hueles a tabaco y a maíces
    a dátiles y a arroz
    Me hueles a inmigrantes q se fueron
    cantando una canción
    Me hueles a torrente y a quebrada
    a sangre campesina derramada
    para tu libertad
    Me hueles a mujer enamorada
    herida siempre y siempre abandonada
    soñando frente al mar

    Coro (2)

    America, America



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Workin' For The Man
    Composer(s): Roy Orbison
    Performer(s): Roy Orbison



    Hey now you better listen to me everyone of you
    We got a lotta lotta lotta lotta work to do
    Forget about your woman and that water can
    Today were working for the man

    well pick up your feet
    we've got a deadline to meet
    I'm gonna see you make it on time
    Don't relax
    I want elbows and backs
    I wanna see everybody from behind

    'Cause your working for the man working for the man
    you gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man

    Oh well I'm pickin' 'em up and I'm laying 'em down
    I believe he's gonna work me into the ground
    I pull to the left I heave to the right
    I wanna kill him but it wouldn't be right

    'Cause I'm working for the man working for the man
    gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man

    Well the boss man's daughter sneaks me water
    everytime her daddy's down the line
    she says meet me tonight love a me right
    and everything is gonna be fine
    So I slave all day without much pay
    'cause I'm just abiding my time
    'cause the company and the daughter you see
    Their both gonna be all mine

    Yah I'm gonna be the man gonna be the man
    Gotta make him a hand if I'm gonna be the man

    working for the man working for the man
    gonna be the man gonna be the man
    Gotta make him a hand working for the man



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    26-11-1999
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    America
    Composer(s): Prince
    Performer(s): Prince & the Revolution



    Yeah
    Peace!

    Aristocrats on a mountain climb
    Making money, losing time
    Communism is just a word
    But if the government turn over
    It'll be the only word that's heard

    America, America
    God shed his grace on thee
    America, America
    Keep the children free

    Little sister making minimum wage
    Living in a 1-room jungle-monkey cage
    Can't get over, she's almost dead
    She may not be in the black
    But she's happy she ain't in the red

    America, America
    God shed his grace on thee
    America, America
    Keep the children free

    Freedom
    Love
    Joy
    Peace

    Jimmy Nothing never went 2 school
    They made him pledge allegiance
    He said it wasn't cool
    Nothing made Jimmy proud
    Now Jimmy lives on a mushroom cloud

    America, America
    God shed his grace on thee
    America, America
    Keep the children free

    America, America
    God shed his grace on thee
    America, America
    Keep the children free

    Freedom
    Love
    Joy
    Peace

    boom, boom, boom, boom
    the bomb go
    boom, boom, boom, boom
    the bomb go boom.
    Teacher, why won't Jimmy pledge allegiance?



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Workin' For MCA
    Composer(s): Ed King; Ronnie VanZant
    Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd;
    Particle; Hank Williams Jr.



    Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me
    From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee
    I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk
    Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want

    (Chorus)
    Want you to sign your contract
    Want you to sign today
    Gonna give you lots of money
    Workin' For MCA

    9000 dollars, that's all we could win
    They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar
    Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar

    (Chorus)

    Suckers took my money since I was seventeen
    If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen
    But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know
    That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes

    (Chorus)



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    25-11-1999
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    America
    Composer(s): Neil Diamond
    Performer(s): Neil Diamond



    Far
    We've been traveling far
    Without a home
    But not without a star
    Free
    Only want to be free
    We huddle close
    Hang on to a dream

    On the boats and on the planes
    They're coming to America
    Never looking back again
    They're coming to America

    Home, don't it seem so far away
    Oh, we're traveling light today
    In the eye of the storm
    In the eye of the storm

    Home, to a new and a shiny place
    Make our bed, and we'll say our grace
    Freedom's light burning warm
    Freedom's light burning warm

    Everywhere around the world
    They're coming to America
    Every time that flag's unfurled
    They're coming to America

    Got a dream to take them there
    They're coming to America
    Got a dream they've come to share
    They're coming to America

    They're coming to America
    They're coming to America
    They're coming to America
    They're coming to America
    Today, today, today, today, today

    My country 'tis of thee
    Today
    Sweet land of liberty
    Today
    Of thee I sing
    Today
    Of thee I sing
    Today



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    Workin' At The Car Wash Blues
    Composer(s): Jim Croce
    Performer(s): Jim Croce; Brian Collins



    Well, I had just got out from the county prison
    Doin' ninety days for non-support
    Tried to find me an executive position
    But no matter how smooth I talked
    They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius
    The man say, "We got all that we can use"
    Now I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
    Working at the car wash blues

    Well, I should be sittin' in an air conditioned office in a swivel chair
    Talkin' some trash to the secretaries
    Sayin', "Here, now mam-ma, come on over here"
    Instead, I'm stuck here rubbin' these fenders with a rag
    And walkin' home in soggy old shoes
    With them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
    Workin' at the car wash blues

    You know a man of my ability
    He should be smokin' on a big cigar
    But till I get myself straight I guess I'll just have to wait
    In my rubber suit a-rubbin' these cars

    Well, all I can do is a-shake my head
    You might not believe that it's true
    For workin' at this end of Niagara Falls
    Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes
    So baby, don't expect to see me
    With no double martini in any high-brow society news
    'Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
    Workin' at the car wash blues

    So, baby, don't expect to see me
    With no double martini in any high-brow society news
    'Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
    Workin' at the car wash blues



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    24-11-1999
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    America
    Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein - Stephen Sondheim
    First release by: Marilyn Cooper, Chita Rivera & The Shark Girls - 1957
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Rosalia:
    Puerto Rico...
    You lovely island ...
    Island of tropical breezes
    Always the pineapples growing
    Always the coffee blossoms blowing...

    Anita:
    Puerto Rico
    You ugly island...
    Island of tropic diseases
    Always the hurricanes blowing
    Always the population growing...
    And the money owing
    And the babies crying
    And the bullets flying
    I like the island Manhattan -
    Smoke on your pipe and put that in!

    Others (except Rosalia):
    I like to be in America!
    Okay by me in America!
    Everything free in America
    For a small fee in America

    Rosalia:
    I like the city of San Juan

    Anita:
    I know a boat you can get on

    Rosalia:
    Hundreds of flowers in full bloom

    Anita:
    Hundreds of people in each room!

    All (except Rosalia):
    Automobile in America
    Chromium steel in America
    Wire-spoke wheel in America
    Very big deal in America!

    Rosalia:
    I'll drive a Buick through San Juan

    Anita:
    If there's a road you can drive on!

    Rosalia:
    I'll give my cousins a free ride

    Anita:
    How can you get all of them inside?

    All (except Rosalia):
    Immigrant goes to America
    Many hellos in America
    Nobody knows in America
    Puerto Rico's in America!
    (The girls dance around Rosalia)

    Rosalia:
    I'll bring a TV to San Juan

    Anita:
    If there's a current to turn on!

    Rosalia:
    I'll give them new washing machine

    Anita:
    What have they got there to keep clean?

    All (except Rosalia):
    I like the shores of America!
    Comfort is yours in America!
    Knobs on the doors in America
    Wall-to-wall floors in America!
    (They dance)

    Rosalia:
    When I will go back to San Juan

    Anita:
    When you will shut up and get gone!

    Rosalia:
    Ev'ryone there will give big cheer!

    Anita:
    Ev'ryone there will have moved here!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Work Song

    Work Song ((Spanish Version: La Cancion Del Trabajo (by Raphael) - 1966)) Composer(s): Nathaniel Adderley - Oscar Brown Jr. First release by: Nathaniel Adderley - 1960; Oscar Brown Jr. - 1960 Originally performed by: Oscar Brown Jr. Covered by multiple other artists



    Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang Breaking rocks and serving my time Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang Because they done convicted me of crime Hold it steady right there while I hit it Well reckon that ought to get it Been working and working But I still got so terribly far to go I commited crime lord I needed Crime of being hungry and poor I left the grocery store man bleeding When they caught me robbing his store Hold it steady right there while I hit it Well reckon that ought to get it Been working and working But I still got so terribly far to go I heard the judge say five years On chain-gang you gonna go I heard the judge say five years labor I heard my old man scream "lordy, no!" Hold it right there while I hit it Well reckon that ought to get it Been working and working But I still got so terribly far to go Gonna see my sweet honey bee Gonna break this chain off to run Gonna lay down somewhere shady Lord I sure am hot in the sun Hold it right there while I hit it Well reckon that ought to get it Been workin’ and workin’ Been workin’ and slavin’ An’ workin’ and workin’ But I still got so terribly far to go



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    23-11-1999
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. America (Miguel Gallardo)
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    America
    Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo
    Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo



    De Buenos Aires a Nueva York
    he desnudado tu cuerpo entero
    con mi guitarra de trovador
    y con mi alma de aventurero
    America, America
    Y ví a tus niños sonreir
    y ví en tus campos crecer el trigo
    con tus mujeres fuí felíz
    y de tus hombres me siento amigo
    America, America
    Y una lágrima clara
    hoy recorre tu cara
    y tu risa se apaga... America
    Y tus flores se mueren
    y en tus tierras no llueve
    y tus guerras te hieren... America
    Quiero ver que te tu estrella
    entre miles de ellas
    vuelva a ser la más bella... America
    Quiero verte de nuevo
    levantarte del suelo
    y elevarte hasta el cielo... America
    Soy, solamente, un soñador
    que ni siquiera, nació en tu suelo
    pero que un día te conoció
    y desde entonces, sé que te quiero
    America, America
    Y una lágrima clara
    hoy recorre tu cara
    y tu risa se apaga... America
    Y tus flores se mueren
    y en tus tierras no llueve
    y tus guerras te hieren... America
    Quiero ver que te tu estrella
    entre miles de ellas
    vuelva a ser la más bella... America
    Quiero verte de nuevo
    levantarte del suelo
    y elevarte hasta el cielo... America
    America, America
    America
    Quiero ver que te tu estrella
    entre miles de ellas
    vuelva a ser la más bella... America
    Quiero verte de nuevo
    levantarte del suelo
    y elevarte hasta el cielo... America
    America, America... America
    America, America... America
    America, America... America



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



    Et qu'ont-ils à rentrer chaque année les Artistes?
    J'avais sur le futur des mains de cordonnier
    Chaussant les astres de mes peaux ensemellées
    La conscience dans le spider je mets les voiles
    Et quarante millions de mètres de tailleur
    Prenaient la taille à la putain de Galilée
    La terre a bu le coup et penche du Tropique
    Elle reste agrippée à mon temps cellulaire
    Je déchargeais des tombereaux de souvenirs
    Nous étions une histoire et n'avions rien à dire
    Moi je prendrai la quatrième dimension
    Pour trisser dans l'azur mes jambes migratrices
    Le mur instantané que je dresse à la Chine
    Mao c'était le nom de ce Viking flamand
    Le tissu d'esquimau vieillit beaucoup plus vite
    Des plaies sur des grabats du Chili à Lisbonne
    S'exténuaient en équations de cicatrices
    Le malade concret et l'interne distrait
    Sont allés boire un pot au Café de la Morgue
    Des vieillards le chéquier à la main à la banque
    Faisaient des virements de testicules abstraits
    L'embryon vaginé derviche dans le manque
    Un pavot est venu l'asperger cette nuit
    Mon berceau féodal et mes couilles gothiques
    Des faux-nez des trognons des tissus ajoutés
    Fondaient sous les sunlights de l'Opéra Comique
    La Standard Oil prend du bidon et du gin fizz
    La fièvre est descendue ce soir à Mexico
    O ce parfum diapré dans la nuit des cigales
    Dans une discothèque on a mis des barreaux
    Les fenêtres s'en vont de la gorge et du squale
    Ça sent la perfection dans ces rues amputées
    Saint-Denis c'est un saint au derrière doublé
    La fièvre est descendue ce soir dans un bordel
    Et fallait voir comment ça soufflait dans la cale
    Il y a partout des cons bordés d'oiseaux
    Comme des lettres cheminant en parchemin
    Nightingale O chansons crevées à minuit trente
    J'ai le concile dans la main qui se lamente
    Devant le mur à faire un peu des oraisons
    La Folie m'a tenu la main à sa culotte
    On eût dit de la mer s'en allant pour de bon
    Viens petit dévêts-toi prends du large et jouis
    Je sais des paravents comme un zoom d'espérance

    Que font-ils? Qui sont-ils?
    Ces gens qu'on tient en laisse
    Dans les ports au shopping
    Au bordel à la messe?
    Et ces mômes qu'on pourrait
    S'carrer entre deux trains
    Histoire de leur montrer
    Qu'on a du face-à-main...
    Ils ont voté Ils ont voté
    Comme on prend un barbiturique
    Et ils ont mis la République
    Au fond d'un vase à reposer
    Les experts ont analysé
    Ce qu'il y avait au fond du vase
    Il n'y avait rien qu'un peu de vase

    Et qu'ont-ils à rentrer chaque année les Artistes?
    J'avais sur le futur des mains de cordonnier
    Chaussant les astres de mes peaux ensemellées
    La conscience dans le spider je mets les voiles...

    Shakespeare aussi etait un terroriste

    "Words... words... words..." disait-il

    Videla?
    En français: Budelle, tripes
    En italien: Budella, tripes

    En argentin?
    Allez-y voir!

    De quoi degueuler...
    Vraiment!



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    22-11-1999
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. America (Gianna Nannini)
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    America
    Composer(s): Gianna Nannini - Paoluzzi
    Performer(s): Gianna Nannini



    Cercherò mi sono sempre detta cercherò
    troverai, mi hanno sempre detto troverai
    per oggi sto con me, mi basto e nessuno mi vede
    e allora accarezzo la mia solitudine
    ed ognuno ha il suo corpo a cui sa cosa
    chiedere chiedere chiedere chiedere

    Fammi sognare lei si morde la bocca e si sente l'America
    Fammi volare lui allunga la mano e si tocca l'America
    Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte come fosse l'America
    Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte ed io sono l'America

    Cercherai mi hanno sempre detto cercherai
    e troverò ora che ti accarezzo, troverò
    ma quanta fantasia ci vuole per sentirsi in due
    quando ognuno è da sempre nella sua solitudine
    e regala il suo corpo ma non sa cosa chiedere

    Fammi volare lei le mani sui fianchi come fosse l'America
    Fammi sognare lui che scende e che sale e si sente l'America
    Fammi l'amore lei che pensa ad un altro e si inventa l'America
    Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte ed io sono l'America



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