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  • 28-08-2005
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    Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
    Composer(s): Bob Dylan
    Performer(s): Bob Dylan



    When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
    When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
    When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
    In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
    No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
    If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
    If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
    And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
    And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
    And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
    And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
    And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
    And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
    And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
    And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
    And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
    And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
    Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
    And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
    And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
    And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
    And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
    And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
    And to yourself you sometimes say
    "I never knew it was gonna be this way
    Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
    And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
    And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
    And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
    And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
    And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
    And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
    And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
    And you need it badly but it lays on the street
    And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
    And you think yer ears might a been hurt
    Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
    And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
    When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush
    And all the time you were holdin' three queens
    And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
    Like in the middle of Life magazine
    Bouncin' around a pinball machine
    And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
    That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
    But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
    And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
    And no matter how you try you just can't say it
    And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
    And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
    And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
    And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
    And his jaws start closin with you underneath
    And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
    And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
    And you say to yourself just what am I doin'
    On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
    On this curve I'm hanging
    On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
    In this air I'm inhaling
    Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
    Why am I walking, where am I running
    What am I saying, what am I knowing
    On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
    On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
    In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
    In the words that I'm thinkin'
    In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
    Who am I helping, what am I breaking
    What am I giving, what am I taking
    But you try with your whole soul best
    Never to think these thoughts and never to let
    Them kind of thoughts gain ground
    Or make yer heart pound
    But then again you know why they're around
    Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
    "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
    And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
    And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
    And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
    If that was you in the dream that was screaming
    And you know that it's something special you're needin'
    And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
    And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
    And you need something special
    Yeah, you need something special all right
    You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
    To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
    You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
    That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
    That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
    You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
    That won't laugh at yer looks
    Your voice or your face
    And by any number of bets in the book
    Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
    You need something to open up a new door
    To show you something you seen before
    But overlooked a hundred times or more
    You need something to open your eyes
    You need something to make it known
    That it's you and no one else that owns
    That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting
    That the world ain't got you beat
    That it ain't got you licked
    It can't get you crazy no matter how many
    Times you might get kicked
    You need something special all right
    You need something special to give you hope
    But hope's just a word
    That maybe you said or maybe you heard
    On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve

    But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
    And yer trouble is you know it too good
    "Cause you look an' you start getting the chills

    "Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
    And it ain't on Macy's window sill
    And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
    And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
    And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
    And it ain't on that dimlit stage
    With that half-wit comedian on it
    Ranting and raving and taking yer money
    And you thinks it's funny
    No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
    And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
    And sure as hell you're bound to tell
    That no matter how hard you rub
    You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
    No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
    And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
    And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
    Or down any movie star's blouse
    And you can't find it on the golf course
    And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
    And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
    And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
    And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
    That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
    Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
    Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
    Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
    When you can't even sense if they got any insides
    These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
    No you'll not now or no other day
    Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache´
    And inside it the people made of molasses
    That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
    And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
    Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
    Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
    And before you can count from one to ten
    Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
    My friend
    The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
    And play games with each other in their sand-box world
    And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
    That run around gallant
    And make all rules for the ones that got talent
    And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
    And think they're foolin' you
    The ones who jump on the wagon
    Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
    To get their kicks, get out of it quick
    And make all kinds of money and chicks
    And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
    Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
    Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
    Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
    Good God Almighty
    That Stuff Ain't Real"

    No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
    You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
    You gotta look some other place
    And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
    Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
    Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
    Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
    Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
    And out there somewhere
    And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
    Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
    Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
    You can touch and twist
    And turn two kinds of doorknobs
    You can either go to the church of your choice
    Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
    You'll find God in the church of your choice
    You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

    And though it's only my opinion
    I may be right or wrong
    You'll find them both
    In the Grand Canyon
    At sundown



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    Before The Kiss
    Performer(s): Blue Öyster Cult



    So grab your rose and ring side seat
    We're back home at Conry's bar
    The blond girl with her tattoo
    Reds and wine, cokes of course

    Oh my suzy, my suzy
    Why did we ever start
    It's morning now, you'd never know
    The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark

    And underneath, the black light
    Underneath it all
    Four and forty redheads meet
    Come to doom 'til the dawn

    With threats of gas and rose motif
    Their lips apart like a swollen rose
    Their tongues extend, and then retract
    A redcap, a redcap, before the kiss, before the kiss

    Doors like flint and window panes
    An endless shadow bar
    The owner's boys have gone to work
    To stop big deals behind the bar

    While outside on the turnpike
    They got this new hit tune
    Where thrills become as cheap as gas
    And gas as cheap as thrills

    One thrill and mundane here at last
    Expect the cross one more
    Lecherous invisible
    Beware the limping cat

    Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws
    Still ripe and fully bloomed
    A rose that's not from anywhere
    That you would know or I would care

    And the owners boys act most cheerfully
    Back home at Conry's bar
    When their patrons' thoughts at last
    Grow too big for their skulls

    And awful things are happening
    We've let this drama fold
    And now the time has come at last
    To crush the motif of the rose

    So grab your rose and ring side seat
    We're back home at Conry's bar
    The blond girl with her tattoo
    Reds and wine, cokes of course

    Oh my suzy, my suzy
    Why did we ever start
    It's morning now, you'd never know
    The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark



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    27-08-2005
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    Last Stand In Open Country
    Composer(s): Jim Cregan - Robin LeMesurier - Bernie Taupin - Dennis Tufano
    Performer(s): Willie Nelson; Kid Rock



    I was looking for America, in a western movie
    Saw a young gun slinger with something to prove
    And I came lookin'... like anybody else
    I came searchin'...like anybody else
    Lookin' for that golden calf

    And I came shooting for the stars, like any young blood
    I found a fat cat city and crooked judge
    I killed anything standing in my path
    I killed anything till I laid my hands
    Laid'em on the golden calf

    Now it's our last stand in open country
    This is my last chance to be with you
    This is the last dance fot this kind of man
    I'm still lookin' for something to prove

    I come around full circle, aged like an old dog
    Lookin' at them young bucks just green as frogs
    But I ain't layin' back no time to laugh
    I ain't layin' back
    There's new kids a comin' gunning for that golden calf

    I was looking for America in a western movie
    I saw pike bishop stridin' through aqua verde
    He was headin' down that dusty path
    Headin down that blood path
    Runnin from his crooked past
    He's lookin' for another life
    Sick of chasin' down that golden calf

    Now it's our last stand in open country
    This is my last chance to be with you
    This is the last dance fot this kind of man
    I'm still lookin' for something to prove

    But there's always someone faster
    Someone quicker on the draw
    Someone with a hunger closin' in
    Some younger steppin' up to be
    The next outlaw

    Now it's our last stand in open country
    This is my last chance to be with you
    This is the last dance fot this kind of man
    I'm still lookin' for something to prove

    Oh I'm still looking for something to prove
    This our last stand...
    This our last stand...
    This our last stand...
    This our last stand...



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    Before The Deluge
    Composer(s): Jackson Browne
    Performer(s): Jackson Browne;
    Christy Moore; Moving Hearts



    Some of them were dreamers
    And some of them were fools
    Who were making plans and thinking of the future
    With the energy of the innocent
    They were gathering the tools
    They would need to make their journey back to nature
    While the sand slipped through the opening
    And their hands reached for the golden ring
    With their hearts they turned to each other’s heart for refuge
    In the troubled years that came before the deluge

    Some of them new pleasure
    And some of them knew pain
    And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
    And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
    They went flying around in the rain
    And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
    And in the end they traded their tired wings
    For the resignation that living brings
    And exchanged love’s bright and fragile glow
    For the glitter and the rouge
    And in the moment they were swept before the deluge

    Now let the music keep our spirits high
    And let the buildings keep our children dry
    Let creation reveal it’s secrets by and by
    By and by
    When the light that’s lost within us reaches the sky

    Some of them were angry
    At the way the earth was abused
    By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
    And they struggled to protect her from them
    Only to be confused
    By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
    And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
    In the naked dawn only a few survived
    And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
    Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge

    Now let the music keep our spirits high
    And let the buildings keep our children dry
    Let creation reveal it’s secrets by and by
    By and by
    When the light that’s lost within us reaches the sky



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    26-08-2005
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    Last Song
    Composer(s): Larry Evoy
    Performer(s): Edward Bear



    Did you know I'd go to sleep and leave the lights on?
    Hopin' you'd come by and know that I was home and still awake
    But two years go by and still my lights on
    This is hard for me to say but this is all that I can say...

    It's the last song I'll ever write for you
    It's the last time that I'll tell you just how much I really care
    This is the last song I'll ever sing for you
    You come looking for the light and it won't be there
    But I love you, oh, yes I do, yes I do

    All the times that I've spent waiting wondering where you are
    Always knew the time would come when I would start to wonder why
    Now the time is here, I don't know where you are
    So I'll write you one more song but it's the last time that I'll try

    It's the last song I'll ever write for you
    It's the last time that I'll tell you just how much I really care
    This is the last song I'll ever sing for you
    You come looking for the light and it won't be there
    But I love you, oh, yes I do, mmm mmm



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    Before She Breaks My Heart
    Performer(s): Roger Whittaker



    I've lived over half my life
    And she's only just nineteen
    Will she wake up one day and find
    That she's really changed her mind
    And she's not in love with me

    Does she love the man I am
    Is it her Father that she sees
    She has time to be unsure
    For her there's time to find a cure
    But not for me

    So, before she breaks my heart
    I must say "go"
    Before she breaks my heart
    I must say "no"

    She can't stay (She can't stay)
    I must make her go away
    However hard she cries
    If I have to tell her lies
    Before she breaks my heart

    As I stand alone, I vow
    That today will be the day
    That I'll find the strength somehow
    To end it here and now
    To tell her she can't stay

    Then she'll walk into the room
    And her arms will open wide
    It's not a little girl I see
    But a woman, warm and free
    Who wants me by her side

    But before she breaks my heart
    I must say "go"
    Before she breaks my heart
    I must say "no"

    She can't stay (She can't stay)
    I must make her go away
    However hard she cries
    If I have to tell her lies
    Before she breaks my heart

    Before she breaks my heart



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    25-08-2005
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    Last Orders Please
    Composer(s): Ronnie Lane
    Performer(s): Faces



    Well, well, hello and how are you?
    Fancy seeing you here
    Don`t let it show
    No look, no one must know
    Why! They`re playing "Tracks Of My Tears"

    Just pretend its all over
    Like you have for so long
    I thought time was a healer
    But i guess I was wrong
    I am to blame
    But we were so young
    Oh, how was I to know?

    But you said you still want me
    You opened up an old wound
    Then you left me here bleeding
    And my minds black and blue
    Now you got yours, and I got mine
    And theres no debts or dues
    Oh, what can we do?



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    Before My Time Is Up
    Composer(s): Gerard McMahon; David Katz
    Performer(s): Roger Daltrey



    Before the gods read my lifelong sentence
    Before I get my share
    Before I walk alone
    Before they take away my last temptation
    Before my heart’s deprived
    Before they call my name

    On the back fences of my dream line
    I never lost my mind
    I gave it all I had
    To get away with the whole damn big bang
    For the right reasons
    For what you can’t take back

    Until the drums stop beating
    Until the crossroads burn out
    I ain’t a man until I’ve done it all

    Before my time is up
    I’ll hang my name
    On every trial I’m due for
    And even if I can’t get justice
    I’ll take you down to hell
    Before my time is up
    I’ll leave no stone unturned
    I won’t regret my actions
    And even if my last words fail me
    I’ll be a better man
    Before my time is up

    I believe that the road goes somewhere
    Beyond the empty eyes
    Beyond the wasted land
    When it all fades away to nothing
    I wanna know I tried
    To take a real hard stand

    I gotta laugh at the whole damn big bang
    I’ve got to cry sometimes
    Got to love somebody
    Before they read my lifelong sentence
    Before I get my share
    Before I go alone
    Until the drums stop beating
    To where the crossroads burn out
    I ain’t a man until I’ve done it all

    Before my time is up
    I’ll hang my name
    On every trial I’m due for
    And even if I can’t get justice
    I’ll take you down to hell
    Before my time is up
    I’ll leave no stone unturned
    I won’t regret my actions
    Even if my last words fail me
    I’ll be a better man
    Before my time is
    Time is
    Time is up

    Even if my last words fail me
    I’ll be a better man
    Before my time is

    Before, before my time is up…



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    24-08-2005
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    Last One Singin' The Blues
    Composer(s): Pete McCann
    Performer(s): Karen Carpenter



    I've always tried to level with you eye to eye
    I finally found the devil in you by and by
    But I don't really want to be the
    Last one singing the blues
    When it comes to fiction you're the best I've met
    But all those little lies
    are gonna get you yet
    But I don't really want to be the
    Last one singin' the blues
    You say that you love me
    But if you really love me
    Then why do you treat me this way
    Your game is that you're gone again
    It's off and then it's on again
    Well someday I won't play
    If all I do is catch you in the same old lies
    I'll just have to look at you
    with different eyes
    'Cause I don't really want to be
    The last one singin' the blues
    You say that you love me
    But if you really love me
    Then why do you treat me this way
    Your game is that you're gone again
    It's off and then it's on again
    Well someday I won't play
    (Don't forget the break)
    Well fate will soon determine you're the one to lose
    I'll be the one who's handin' you your walkin' shoes
    'Cause I don't really want to be
    The last one singin' the blues
    Yeah, I don't really want to be
    The last one singing the blues



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    Beer, Beer, Beer
    (Traditional)



    one, two, three

    Beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer
    A long time ago, way back in history
    When all there was to drink was nothing but cups o'tea
    Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps
    And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops

    He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
    And to his praises we shall always sing
    Ah, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
    Our Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer

    The Jury's Pub, the Clancy's Bar, the hole in the wall as well
    One thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell
    So come on all ye lucky lads, 11 o'clock she stops
    5 short seconds, remember Charlie Mopps
    One, two, three, four, five

    He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
    And to his praises we shall always sing
    Ah, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
    Our Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer

    A bushel of hops, a barrel of malt, you stir it around with a stick
    The sort of lubrication that makes your engine tick
    40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the packs
    It's only 8 and 1/8 a pint, and one-and-6 in tax
    One, two, three, four, five

    He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
    And to his praises we shall always sing
    Ah, look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
    Our Lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer
    beer, beer, beer, tiddly beer, beer, beer



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    23-08-2005
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Last Old Train's A-Leavin'

    Last Old Train's A-Leavin'
    Composer(s): Jean Ritchie
    Performer(s): Jean Ritchie



    Standin' on the mountain, standin' on the mountain
    Standin on the mountain, don't you want to go?

    cho: O the last old train's a-leavin', the last old train's a-leavin'
    Thew last old train's a-leavin', don't you want to go?

    Hear the hills a-fallin'
    Hear the hills a-fallin'
    Hear the hills a-fallin'
    Don't you want to go?

    Hear the nightbirds callin'
    Hear the nightbirds callin'
    Hear the nightbirds callin'
    I don't want to go

    See the timber burning
    Don't you want to go?

    See my newground turning
    I don't want to go

    See the people going
    Don't you want to go?

    See my redbuds glowing
    I don't want to go

    Standing on the mountain
    Don't you want to go



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Beer Run
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    Beer Run
    Composer(s): Kim Williams; Amanda Williams;
    Keith Anderson; George Ducas; Kent Blazy
    Performer(s): Garth Brooks;
    Scott Ferguson; Hit Crew



    B-double E-double are you in?

    Twenty-five minutes past quittin' time
    Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
    Paying no attention to them highway signs
    Doing ninety miles an hour t'ward the county line
    Quick sack, twelve pack, back again
    It's a B-double E-double are you in?

    My buddies and their babies letting down their hair
    As long as we're together it don't matter where
    Ain't got a lot of money but we just don't care
    Knowing half the fun is getting there
    Aztec, long-necks, paychecks spent
    Oh, it's a B-double E-double are you in?

    I can't stop thinkin'
    What the hell they were drinkin'
    When they made this county dry
    I got a week long thirst
    And to make it worse
    Lord, it's my turn to drive

    Oh laughin' and a-braggin' and a-carryin' on
    We loaded up the wagons and we headed home
    I guess a half a dozen cases doesn't last that long
    Come tomorrow morning it'll be all gone
    Then, it's turn around, leave town, sounds agian
    Like a B-double E-double are you in?

    Like a B-double E-double are you in?



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    22-08-2005
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    Last Of The Singing Cowboys
    Composer(s): George McCorkle
    Performer(s): The Marshall Tucker Band



    In the corner of a dark barroom
    Sat an old cowboy singing western tunes
    Singing songs that he learned as a child
    All about the West back when it was wild
    He said he came from down Texas way
    The cowboys were tough the women the same way
    Said he was a star back in '31
    When Hollywood liked him
    For some songs that he had done
    He's the last of the singing cowboys
    Singing songs of desperation and joy
    Yippie-I-Oh......Yippie-I-Ay.......Yippie-I-Ay
    He took a break just to chug him down some beer
    C'mon folks now holler out
    The songs you'd like to hear
    And if I know one I know a million or two
    I'm not just up here playing for me
    This is all done for you
    And then he bragged of the stetson hat that he wore
    Said it was the finest made since the war
    And I won this silver buckle ridin' on a cow
    As he laughed he said I bet you're wonderin' how
    'Cause I'm the last of the singing cowboys
    Singing songs of desperation and joy
    Yippie-I-Oh......Yippie-I-Ay.......Yippie-I-Ay
    And after three hours or maybe more
    A lady grabbed his arm and showed him to the door
    The bartender said he's blind you see
    Don't tell him the only audience
    He had was you and me
    'Cause he's the last of the singing cowboys
    Singing songs of desperation and joy
    Yippie-I-Oh......Yippie-I-Ay.......Yippie-I-Ay
    Yippie-I-Ay



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Beer Drinkers & Hell Raisers
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    Beer Drinkers & Hell Raisers
    Composer(s): Frank Beard; Billy Gibbons; Dusty Hill
    Performer(s): ZZ Top



    If you see me walkin' down the line
    with my fav'rite honky tonk in mind
    well, I'll be here around suppertime
    with my can of dinner and a bunch of fine

    Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah
    Uh-huh-huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me?

    The crowd gets loud when the band gets right
    steel guitar cryin' through the night
    Yeah, try'n to cover up the corner fight
    but ev'rything's cool 'cause they's just tight

    Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah
    Huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me?
    Ah, play it boy

    The joint was jumpin' like a cat on hot tin
    Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in
    Soundin' a lot like a House Congressional
    'cause we're experimental and professional

    Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah
    Well, baby, don't you wanna come with me?



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    21-08-2005
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Last Night's Gardenias
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    Last Night's Gardenias
    Composer(s): Sam Coslow
    Performer(s): Glen Gray & The Casa Loma Orch.
    and multiple other artists



    Last night's gardenias have wilted and lost their bloom
    But somehow their faint perfume
    Is lingering in my room
    For last night's gardenias are lonely and so am I

    Tonight I can hear them sigh
    They echo your last goodbye
    Their lovely fragrance follows me ev'rywhere
    I close my eyes and suddenly you are there darling

    Last night's gardenias will never be tossed away
    I'll keep them in my bouquet of dreams



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Beer Barrel Polka
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    Beer Barrel Polka
    French Title: Frida Oum Papa
    Composer(s): Lew Brown; Wladimir Timm;
    Vasek Zeman; Jaromir Vejvoda
    Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
    and various other artists



    There's a garden, what a garden
    Only happy faces bloom there
    And there's never any room there
    For a worry or a gloom there

    Oh there's music and there's dancing
    And a lot of sweet romancing
    When they play the polka
    They all get in the swing

    Every time they hear that oom-pa-pa
    Everybody feels so tra-la-la
    They want to throw their cares away
    They all go lah-de-ah-de-ay

    Then they hear a rumble on the floor, the floor
    It's the big surprise they're waiting for
    And all the couples form a ring
    For miles around you'll hear them sing...

    Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun
    Roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run
    Sing boom tararra, ring out a song of good cheer
    Now's the time to roll the barrel, for the gang's all here

    Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

    Then they hear a rumble on the floor-or-or-or
    It's the big surprise they're waiting for
    And all the couples they form a ring
    For miles around you'll hear them sing

    Drree mopado theedo da-da-da-da

    Roll it out, roll it out, roll out the barrel
    Da-da-da da-da da-da da-da-da-da-da
    Sing a song of good cheer
    'Cause the whole gang is here
    Roll it out, roll it out
    Let's do the beer barrel polka



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    20-08-2005
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Last Night When We Were Young
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    Last Night When We Were Young
    Composer(s): E. Yip Harburg - Harold Arlen
    First recording: Lawrence Tibbett & Virginia Bruce
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Last night when we were young
    Love was a star, a song unsung
    Life was so new, so real so right
    Ages ago last night

    Today the world is old
    You flew away and time grew cold
    Where is that star that shone so bright
    Ages ago last night?

    To think that spring had depended
    On merely this: a look, a kiss
    To think that something so splendid
    Could slip away in one little daybreak

    So now, let's reminisce
    And recollect the sighs and the kisses
    The arms that clung

    When we were young last night



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Beep Beep
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    Beep Beep
    Composer(s): Carl Cicchetti; Donald Claps
    Performer(s): The Playmates



    (very slowly)
    Beep beep beep beep
    His horn went beep beep beep
    While riding in my Cadillac
    What to my surprise
    A little Nash Rambler was following me
    About one third my size
    The guy musta wanted to pass me up
    As he kept on tooting his horn
    I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
    Beep beep beep beep
    His horn went beep beep beep

    (slowly)
    I pushed my foot down to the floor
    To give the guy the shake
    But the little Nash Rambler stayed right behind
    He still had on his brake
    He musta thought his car had more guts
    As he kept on tooting his horn (beep beep)
    I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
    Beep beep beep beep
    His horn went beep beep beep

    (normal speed)
    My car went into passing gear
    And we took off with gust (whoosh)
    Soon we were going ninety
    Musta left him in the dust
    When I peeked in the mirror of my car
    I couldn't believe my eyes
    The little Nash Rambler was right behind
    You'd think that guy could fly
    Beep beep beep beep
    His horn went beep beep beep

    (quickly)
    Now we were doing a hundred and ten
    This certainly was a race
    For a Rambler to pass a Caddy
    Would be a big disgrace
    The guy musta wanted to pass me up
    As he kept on tooting his horn (beep beep)
    I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
    Beep beep beep beep
    His horn went beep beep beep

    (very quickly)
    Now we're going a hundred twenty
    As fast as I can go
    The Rambler pulled along side of me
    As if we were going slow
    The fella rolled down his window
    And yelled for me to hear
    "Hey buddy how do I get this car outa second gear?"



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    19-08-2005
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Last Night In Soho
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    Last Night In Soho
    Composer(s): Alan Blaikley - Ken Howard
    Performer(s): Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich; Eleanor Rigby



    You came into my life like rain upon a barren desert
    one smile and I was born again
    I felt sure, it wasn't too late
    I'd find strength to make me go straight
    I had love, and threw it away
    Why did they lead me astray?
    For, last night in Soho I let my life go

    I never told you of some things, I've done, I'm so ashamed of
    I thought my foolish past was over and done
    I was sure, I'd make a new start
    I'd try with all of my heart
    I had dreams and broke them in two
    I'm just not worthy of you!
    For, last night in Soho I let my life go

    Well, hi, there, kid
    you ain't been around for quite some little while
    you got yourself a real cute doll
    you're living life in style
    But boy, don't get above your station
    if you don't want aggravation
    got a little job for you
    this is what you gotta do, boy!
    That's how last night in Soho
    I let my life go

    Don't cry my baby
    as they lead me where no love can help me
    don't stay around to watch me go
    Just forget there once was a time
    you were proud to call yourself mine
    I had love right here in my hand
    Why could I not understand?
    For, last night in Soho
    I let my life go
    For, last night in Soho
    I let my life go



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Been To Canaan
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    Been To Canaan
    Composer(s): Carole King
    Performer(s): Carole King;
    Alice Babs; Peter Duchin; Spectrum



    Green fields and rolling hills
    Room enough to do what we will
    Sweet dreams of yestertime are running though my mind
    Of a place I left behind, been so long, I can't remember when
    I've been to Canaan and I want to go back again

    Been so long, I'm living till then
    Cause I've been to Canaan and I won't rest until
    I go back again
    Though I'm content with myself
    Sometimes I long to be somewhere else
    I try to do what I can, but with our day to day demands
    We all need a promised land

    Been so long,I can't remember when
    I've been to Canaan and I want to go back again
    Been so long, I'm living till then
    'cause I've been to Canaan and I won't rest until
    I go back again. Oh I want to be there in the wintertime
    With a fireplace burning to warm me
    And you to hold me when it's stormy

    Been so long, I can't remember when
    I've been to Canaan and I want to go back again
    Been so long, I'm living till then



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