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  • 26-03-1969
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    Managua, Nicaragua
    Composer(s): Albert Gamse; Irving Fields
    Performer(s): Guy Lombardo
    and various other artists



    Managua, Nicaragua is a beautiful town
    You buy a hacienda for a few pesos down
    You give it to the lady you are tryin' to win
    But her papa doesn't let you come in

    Managua, Nicaragua is a heavenly place
    You ask a señorita for a 'leetle' embrace
    She answers you, "Caramba! scram-ba bambarito"
    In Managua, Nicaragua, that's "No"

    I have been to many tropic ports
    I might include even Brooklyn
    If you're ever feelin' out of sorts
    I'd like to recommend a look in...

    Managua, Nicaragua, what a wonderful spot
    There's coffee and bananas and a temperature hot
    So take a trip and on a ship go sailing away
    Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé
    Olé, olé
    Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé

    Managua, Nicaragua is a beautiful town
    You buy a hosienda for a few pesos down
    You give it to the lady you are tryin' to win
    But her papa doesn't let you come in

    Managua, Nicaragua is a heavenly place
    You ask a señorita for a 'leetle' embrace
    She answers you, "Caramba! scram-ba bambarito"
    In Managua, Nicaragua, that's "No"

    Every day is made for play and fun
    'Cause every day is fiesta
    And they work from twelve o'clock to one
    Minus an hour for siesta

    Managua, Nicaragua, what a wonderful spot
    There's coffee and bananas and a temperature hot
    So take a trip and on a ship go sailing away
    Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé
    Olé, olé
    Across the agua to Managua, Nicaragua, olé



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    15 Times
    Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan



    Move along, move along, move along
    Said the man with the uniform on
    Get away, get away, get away
    Said the goldfish to the whale
    Oh what have I done now
    And the goldfish replied you fool
    You're too big for me
    And I'm too yellow for you

    Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up
    Said the greyhound to her pup
    What a life, what a life, what a life
    Said the husband to his wife
    Oh Where did we go wrong
    And the husband to put it crude
    Said you're no fun anymore
    And I'm fed up with

    You and me and baby makes
    3, 4, 5, 6, 7
    8, 9, 10 and 11
    12, 13, 14, 15 times 44 is 660!

    And again, and again, and again
    Said the masochist to his friend
    What a cheek, what a cheek, what a cheek
    Said the hen to the Portuguese
    Oh what have we done wrong
    And the hen replied you fools
    You're too many for me
    And I'm too chicken for

    You and me and baby makes
    3, 4, 5, 6, 7
    8, 9, 10 and 11
    12, 13, 14, 15 times 44 is 660!




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    25-03-1969
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    Man With Money
    Composer(s): Don Everly; Phil Everly
    Originally performed by: The Everly Brothers
    Covered by various other artists



    She wants a man with lots of money, and I'm a poor boy
    He buys her things, she calls him honey, she calls me poor boy
    What good does it do to give her love good and true?
    When any fool would understand
    She thinks money makes a man

    She wants a man with lots of money, and I'm a poor boy
    She wants the things you buy with money and not a poor boy

    Man with money
    Man with money
    Man with money

    Just down the street, I know a place
    When they're asleep, I'll cover my face
    I'll break the lock, open the door
    I'll slip inside, I'll rob the store

    Then I'll be a man with lots of money and not a poor boy
    I'll buy her things, she'll call me honey and not a poor boy

    Man with money
    Man with money
    Man with money
    Man with money
    Man with money



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    Tags:The Everly Brothers

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    157 Riverside Avenue
    Composer(s): Neal Doughty
    Performer(s): R.E.O. Speedwagon



    We flew into town on Sunday
    had to find a place by Monday
    Tried Bridgeport and Westport
    'til we found a place that we thought would do
    157 Riverside Avenue

    Saugatuck river's flowin', mother nature's colors were showin'
    So cold, so rainy, we couldn't help feelin' blue
    Not enough time, too many things to do

    We met a young girl on Main Street, wanted to just pass her by
    She was homely, so lonely, she said, "can I make love to you"
    We shouted 157 Riverside Avenue

    It's over, miss Lena, we're leaving
    Such a pleasant stay, I must say
    So nice, so easy, we hate to say goodbye to you
    At 157 Riverside Avenue




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    24-03-1969
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    Män Utan Kvinnor
    Composer(s): Ulf Lundell
    Performer(s): Ulf Lundell



    Vi är män utan kvinnor
    Vi är på drift i världen
    Vi är allas och ingens vän
    och vi dricker ibland
    och vi längtar efter nånting
    att dö för
    Vi längtar efter godsen
    Vi längtar efter familjerna
    Vi längtar efter mening
    här i världen

    Vi är män utan kvinnor
    Vi sa ett sista ord
    och vi ljuger ibland
    men vi håller vad vi lovar
    Vi är riddare i en värld av
    väderkvarnar
    Vi skall aldrig mer gå ner oss
    Var och en av oss är hövding nu
    Om en av oss faller
    tar en annan hans plats

    Och stolta skall vi stiga fram
    som örnar och som kungar
    Och vi skyller inte från oss
    lika lite som vi ber om ursäkt

    Vi är män utan kvinnor
    Vi vill riva Maya-slöjan
    Vi vill se bakom viljan
    Vi hör bergen till och stigarna
    och havet
    Vi ska finna vad vi söker
    ibland kvinnor utan män
    Vi kan aldrig nå varann
    men vi är invigda i samma hemlighet
    Män utan kvinnor



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    15e Round
    Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
    Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



    Faut pas jouer les loubards
    Pas casser les portes
    Pas rêver qu'un blouson noir
    Décupler les forces
    Si j'pouvais m'arrêter là
    Passer mes gants et mes bras
    Autour de son cou fragile
    Et rêver que c'est facile
    Et rêver que c'est facile

    Frappe du gauche! frappe des mains
    Avance toujours! avance!
    Fais gaffe au contre! serre bien les poings!
    Avance toujours! avance!
    Rentre le tête! ton crochet droit!
    Avance toujours! avance!
    T'es un ringard! t'as pas de souffle!
    Avance toujours! avance!
    T'es pas mobile! et t'es trop lourd!
    Avance toujours! avance!
    Les coups sonnent! on aime ça!
    Avance toujours! avance!
    T'es trop vieux et c'est la dernière fois
    Qu't'avances toujours! qu't'avances!

    J'aimerais revoir ma mère, v'là mon grand qui rentre
    Tout petit en plein hiver au chaud dans son ventre
    Un petit jardin discret des soucis et des pensées
    Tout un monde simplifié et des yeux pour vérifier
    Tout un monde simplifié et des yeux pour vérifier

    C'est souvent dur à porter toute la violence
    Tu peux pas te raconter faire des confidences
    Une fois qu'il est sectionné le cordon vital
    Tu comprends qu'il faut miser sur tes initiales
    Tu comprends qu'il faut miser sur tes initiales

    J'ai mal aux mains, j'ai mal aux os
    J'avance toujours! j'avance!
    J'relève mes poings, j'fais le gros dos
    J'avance toujours! j'avance!
    Je touche trente sacs pour ce boulot
    J'avance toujours! j'avance!
    Si j'dormais plus, j'aurais l'tempo
    J'avance toujours! j'avance!
    Je l'ai touché! ça coule à flot!
    J'avance toujours! j'avance!
    Il y a du sang plein les carreaux
    J'avance toujours! j'avance!
    Je vais l'finir! j'aurai sa peau!
    J'avance toujours! j'avance!
    Crochet au foie! j'suis dans l'sirop!

    Je suis un fou, un paumé, j'ai les mains qui tremblent
    Je veux bien t'imaginer, une vie ensemble
    Je vais rentrer à l'hôtel dans la jungle des poubelles
    En passant près du métro j'appellerai son numéro
    En passant près du métro j'appellerai son numéro

    Mon poids mort sur son divan j'ai le corps qui vibre
    Une marée en dedans qui perd l'équilibre
    J'ai envie de faire l'amour lentement et en plein jour
    Dans une chambre chauffée, habitée, ensoleillé!
    Dans une chambre chauffée, habitée, ensoleillé!

    Faut pas jouer les loubards
    Pas casser les portes
    Pas rêver qu'un blouson noir
    Décupler les forces
    Si j'pouvais m'arrêter là
    Passer les gants et mes bras
    Autour de son cou fragile
    Et rêver que c'est facile
    Et rêver que c'est facile




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    23-03-1969
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    Man Smart (Woman Smarter)
    Composer(s): Norman Span
    Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
    and various other artists



    I say let us put man and a woman together
    To find out which one is smarter
    Some say man but I say no
    The woman got the man de day should know

    And not me but the people they say
    That de man are leading de women astray
    But I say, that the women of today
    Smarter than the man in every way
    That’s right de woman is uh smarter
    That’s right de woman is uh smarter
    That’s right de woman is uh smarter, that’s right, that’s right

    Ever since the world began
    Woman was always teaching man
    And I you listen to my bid attentively
    I goin’ tell you how she smarter than me

    Samson was the strongest man long ago
    No one could a beat him, as we all know
    Until he clash with Deliah on top of the bed
    She told them all the strength was in the hair of his head

    You meet a girl at a pretty dance
    Thinking that you would stand a chance
    Take her home, thinking she’s alone
    Open de door you find her husband home

    I was treating a girl independently
    She was making baby for me
    When de baby born and I went to see
    Eyes was blue it was not by me

    Garden of Eden was very nice
    Adam never work in Paradise
    Eve meet snake, Paradise gone
    She make Adam work from that day on

    Methusaleh spent all his life in tears
    Lived without a woman for 900 years
    One day he decided to have some fun
    The poor man never lived to see 900 and one



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    16th Avenue
    Composer(s): Tom Schuyler
    Performer(s): Janie Fricke & Lacy J. Dalton



    From the corners of the country
    From the cities and the farms
    With years and years of livin'
    Tucked up underneath their arms
    They walked away from everything
    Just to see a dream come true
    So, God bless the boys who make the noise
    On 16th Avenue

    With a million dollar spirit
    And an old flat-top guitar
    They drive to town with all they own
    In a hundred dollar car
    `Cause one time someone told them
    About a friend of a friend they knew
    Who owns, you know, a studio
    On 16th Avenue

    Now some are born to money
    They've never had to say "Survive"
    And others swing a nine-pound hammer
    Just to stay alive
    There's cowboys, drunks and Christians
    Mostly white and black and blue
    They've all dialed the phone collect to home
    From 16th Avenue

    Ah, but then one night in some empty room
    Where no curtains ever hung
    Like a miracle some golden words
    Roll off of someone's tongue
    And after years of being nothin'
    They're all looking right at you
    And for a while they'll go in style
    On 16th Avenue

    Hey, it looks so uneventful
    So quiet and discreet
    But a lot of lives where changed
    Down on that little one-way street
    `Cause they walked away from everything
    Just to see a dream come true
    So, God bless the boys who make the noise
    On 16th Avenue

    From the corners of the country
    From the cities and the farms
    With years and years of livin'
    Tucked up underneath their arms
    They walked away from everything
    Just to sing for me and you.........Fade




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    22-03-1969
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    Man Piaba
    Composer(s): Harry Belafonte; Henry Rollins
    Performer(s): Harry Belafonte; The Seriously Unserious Trio



    When I was a lad of three-foot-three
    Certain questions occurred to me
    So I asked me father quite seriously
    To tell me the story 'bout the bird and bee
    He stammered and he stuttered pathetically
    And this is what he said to me

    He said, "The woman piaba and the man piaba
    and the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
    The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
    And the famous grandy scratch scratch

    It was clear as mud but it covered the ground
    And the confusion made the brain go 'round
    I went and ask a good friend of mine
    Known to the world as Albert Einstein
    He said "Son, from the beginning of time and creativity
    There existed the force of relativity
    Pi r square and a minus ten means a routine only when
    The solar system in one light year
    Make the Hayden planetarium disappear
    So if Mt Everest doesn't move
    I am positive that it will prove

    That the woman piaba and the man piaba
    And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
    The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
    And the famous grandy scratch scratch

    It was clear as mud but it covered the ground
    And the confusion made the brain go 'round
    I grabbed a boat and went abroad
    In Baden Baden asked Sigmund Freud
    He said "Son, from your sad face remove the grouch
    Put the body down up on the couch
    I can see from your frustration a neurotic sublimation
    Hey love and hate is psychosomatic
    Your Rorsach shows that you're a peri pathetic
    It all started with a broken sibling
    In the words of the famous Rudyard Kipling

    That the woman piaba and the man piaba
    And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
    The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
    And the famous grandy scratch scratch

    Well I traveled far and I traveled wide
    And I don't even have me self a bride
    All the great men upon this earth
    Have confused me since my birth
    I've been over land and been over sea
    Trying to find answer 'bout the bird and bee
    But now that I am ninety three
    I don't give a darn you see

    If the woman piaba and the man piaba
    And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
    The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm
    And the famous grandy scratch scratch



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    17 (Lazy Sod)
    Performer(s): The Sex Pistols



    You're only 29 got a lot to learn
    But when your business (mummy) dies she will not return
    we make (like) noise it's our choice it's what we wanna do
    we don't care about long hairs I don't wear flares
    See my face not a trace no reality
    I don't work I just speed that's all I need

    I'm a lazy sod
    say you're lazy
    I'm a lazy sod
    I can't even be bothered
    Lazy!




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    21-03-1969
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    Man Overboard
    Composer(s): Bob Welch
    Performer(s): Bob Welch



    Too much too soon, sure was sweet
    Foreign cars soft leather seats
    Foreign prices can't compete
    We can't go back, were in too deep
    Man overboard
    For rich or poor
    They all want more
    We've gone too far, man overboard
    Man overboard
    You can't ignore
    It's so hard core
    We've gone too far, man overboard
    Man get laid off, he can't eat, Vietnam Vet., he can't sleep
    Big Rolls Royce drivin' down the street two sexy blondes in the back seat!
    Man Overboard
    When it rains, it pours
    I vote against
    I don't vote for
    We've gone too far, man overboard
    Man overboard
    No he can't afford
    You've got enough
    But we want more
    He's gone to far, man overboard
    I'm bored over everything I read
    I'm bored over everything on T.V.
    I'm bored over you
    I'm bored over me
    I'm overboard
    Way overboard
    Man overboard!
    Man overboard
    I'm falling overboard
    We'll I'm so bored
    They've gone too far, man overboard
    Man overboard
    It's all their fault
    I've think I gone too far, man overboard



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    17 Ans
    Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
    Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



    17 ans
    Une femme une enfant
    Qui ne sait rien encore
    Et découvre son corps
    Que le soleil enivre
    Et que la nuit délivre

    17 ans
    Un sourire innocent
    Et le regard docile
    Sous un rideau de cils
    Mais une faim de loup
    Et une soif de tout

    17 ans
    Des seins de satin blanc
    Semblent narguer le vent
    De leur charme insolent

    17 ans
    Et prendre encore le temps
    Le temps de refuser
    Le monde organisé
    Et faire à l'heure présente
    Un aujourd'hui qui chante

    17 ans
    Et vivre à chaque instant
    Ses caprices d'enfant
    Ses désirs exigeants

    17 ans
    J'étais adolescent
    Et je le suis encore
    En découvrant ton corps
    Comme un fruit éclaté
    Comme un cri révolté

    17 ans déjà

    17 ans tu n'as
    Que 17 ans
    Mon amour
    Mon enfant




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    20-03-1969
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    Man On Your Mind
    Composer(s): Glenn Shorrock; Kerryn Tolhurst
    Performer(s): Little River Band;
    Birtles Shorrock Goble; Beeb Birtles



    I can feel it floating away
    Inch by inch, day by day
    Love boat set itself free
    Castaway, slipping out to sea

    I can feel it coming adrift
    Even a blind man could see the rift
    From an ocean liner to a Chinese Junk
    There ain't been a ship that can't be sunk

    I used to dream it could last forever
    But pipedreams never come true
    I'd be foolin' myself if I never
    Thought something like this
    Couldn't happen to you

    I said baby you've got a man on your mind
    You got a weight on your shoulders
    How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye

    You don't know just what you got till it's gone
    I guess you heard that a lot but it's true
    It's not just a game
    You can't change your life
    By changing your name

    It's not something you can hide away
    Sooner or later it starts to show
    It's written on your face
    You've been betrayed
    Do you really believe that I don't know

    I said baby you've got a man on your mind
    You got a weight on your shoulders
    How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
    It's already fallen
    So it's no use to fight
    And if he starts callin'
    Let him know you're with me
    For the rest of the night

    Ooh I said baby you've got a man on your mind
    You got a weight on your shoulders
    How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye

    Baby you've got a man on your mind
    You got a weight on your shoulders
    How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye



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    17 Ans
    Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



    Je l'ai vue je l'ai vue je vous jure un matin
    Arrivant en avion de son pays lointain
    Aussi fraîche aussi tendre aussi gaie qu'un printemps
    Et s'arrêta le temps

    Elle avait le teint mat des yeux croissant de lune
    Sur ses reins qui dansaient deux longues tresses brunes
    Donnaient à sa jeunesse un éclat triomphant
    Sous le soleil levant

    Elle était à la fois timide et sûre d'elle
    Par sa voix ses propos sa grâce naturelle
    Rien ne la distinguait des filles de ce temps
    Elle avait dix-sept ans

    Nulle ombre ne voilait son regard enfantin
    Nul regret ne faisait palpiter sa poitrine
    Elle avait au combat de sa main douce et fine
    Tué dix américains




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    19-03-1969
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    Man On The Silver Mountain
    Composer(s): Ritchie Blackmore; Dio
    Performer(s): Rainbow
    and various other artists



    I'm a wheel, I'm a wheel
    I can roll, I can feel
    And you can't stop me turning
    'Cause I'm the sun, I'm the sun
    I can move, I can run
    But you'll never stop me burning!
    Coming down with fire, to lift my spirit higher
    Someone's screaming my name
    "Come and make me holy again!"
    I'm the man on the silver mountain
    I'm the man on the silver mountain
    I'm the day, I'm the day
    I can show you the way
    And look! I'm right beside you!
    I'm the night, I'm the night
    I'm the dark and the light
    With eyes that see inside you
    Coming down with fire, to lift my spirit higher
    Someone's screaming my name
    "Come and make me holy again!"
    I'm the man on the silver mountain
    I'm the man on the silver mountain



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    18 Ans Demain
    Composer(s): Claude Moine; P. Papadianmandis
    Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



    Où qu' tu t'crois?
    Où tu vas?
    Explique-toi
    Tu veux quoi?
    Savoir
    Si dehors, c'est bien
    Avoir
    18 ans, demain

    Regard' ta mère, elle est inquiète
    Prête à pleurer
    Le type qui t' guette derrière la fenêtre
    Je vais m'le payer
    pardonne
    J'voulais pas t'blesser
    Pardonne
    J't'ai jamais parlé

    Je n't'ai pas vu grandir
    Toi tu m'as vu vieillir...
    Là, j'en fais d'trop
    T'es l'début, moi la fin
    Et j' n'aurai jamais plus 18 ans demain

    Emmène-moi
    Où tu vas
    C'est miné
    J'peux l'prouver
    Tu sais
    Dehors c'est pas bien
    Oui, j'sais
    Qu' t'as 18 ans demain

    J'suis pas un exemple à citer
    J'peux pas prêcher
    Mais c'qui t'attend, c'est pas marrant
    J'l'ai pas cherché
    Pardonne
    J'voulais pas t'blesser
    Pardonne
    J't'ai jamais parlé

    Je n't'ai pas vu grandir
    Toi tu m'as vu vieillir...
    Là, j'en fais d'trop
    T'es l'début, moi la fin
    Et j'n'aurai jamais plus 18 ans demain

    Je n't'ai pas vu grandir
    Toi tu m'as vu vieillir...
    Là, j'en fais d'trop
    T'es l'début, moi la fin
    Et j'n'aurai jamais plus 18 ans demain




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    18-03-1969
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    Man On The Corner
    Composer(s): Phil Collins
    Performer(s): Genesis; Daryl Stuermer



    See the lonely man there on the corner
    What he's waiting for, I don't know
    But he waits everyday now
    He's just waiting for something to show

    And nobody knows him
    And nobody cares
    'Cos there's no hiding place
    There's no hiding place - for you

    Looking everywhere at no one
    He sees everything and nothing at all - oh
    When he shouts nobody listens
    Where he leads no one will go - oh

    He's a lonely man, there on the corner
    What he's waiting for, I don't know
    But he waits everyday now
    He's just waiting for something to show - oh

    Nobody knows him
    And nobody cares
    'Cos there's no hiding place
    There's no hiding place - for you and me

    Are we just like all the rest
    We're looking too hard for something he's got
    Or moving too fast to rest
    But like a monkey on your back you need it
    But do you love it enough to leave it - ah

    Just like the lonely man there on the corner
    What he's waiting for, I don't know - oh
    But he waits every day now
    He's just waiting for that something to show - oh

    Who's the lonely man there on the corner
    What he's waiting for, I don't know
    But he's there every day now
    And he's just waiting for something to show - oh

    Who's the lonely man there on the corner
    What he's waiting for, I don't know
    Oh but he waits every day now
    He's just waiting for that something to show



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    1882
    Performer(s): Paul McCartney



    Good morning, young master, it's 1882
    Your mother is hungry, what will you do?
    There is bread in the kitchen of the big house upstairs
    But I warn you, don't take it from them

    Na na na na, du du, du du, na na du
    You'll be tarred, you'll be feathered, you'll be hung like a ham
    And I warn you, don't do it, young man

    Your mother is calling, she wants you by the bed
    So get up, young master, go shake your sleepy head
    "Darling son, I am dying, and I leave it to you
    I'm leaving, tell me, what did I do?"

    Du du du, du du du, du du du, du du du
    I'm dying, tell me, what did I do?"

    Boy, he steals the bread, now that's enough, and heads for the door
    Man, he hears him coming, "Boy, you won't be running no more"
    Boy, he gets arrested and the case is tested that day
    Judge, he guilty makes him and the jailer takes him away

    Du du du du, du du du du du, du du du du
    Du du du du, du du du, du du du du du du
    Good night to the outlaw, but you want to be free
    Good morning, oh, it's late, too late again




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    17-03-1969
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    Man Of Miracles
    Composer(s): Ray Brandle; Dennis DeYoung; James Young
    Performer(s): Styx



    He was a man of miracles

    Fighting the solar windstorm
    A winged horse guides his way
    Oracle of the ancient midnight
    Calls forth everlasting pain

    And I know, yes I know
    He was a man of miracles
    Riding golden meteorites
    Ruler of distant galaxies
    Born of the northern lights
    Of the northern lights

    Sorcerer of the dark moon
    Who dare incur his rage?
    First child of the scorpion
    Prophet of the crystal age

    And I know, yes I know
    He was a man of miracles
    Riding golden meteorites
    Ruler of distant galaxies
    Born of the northern lights
    Of the northern lights

    He was a man of miracles



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    1917
    Composer(s): David Olney
    Performer(s): David Olney; Linda Rondstadt



    The strange young man who comes to me
    A soldier on a three day spree
    Who needs one night's cheap ecstasy
    And a woman's arms to hide him
    He greets me with a courtly bow
    And hides his pain by acting proud
    He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
    How can I deny him?

    Let us dance beneath the moon
    I'll sing to you "Claire de Lune'
    The morning always comes too soon
    But tonight the war is over

    He speaks to me in schoolboy French
    Of a soldier's life inside a trench
    Of the look of death and the ghastly stench
    I do my best to please him

    He puts two roses in a vase
    Two roses sadly out of place
    Like the gallant smile on his haggard face
    Playfully I tease him

    Hold me 'neath the Paris skies
    Let's not talk of how or why
    Tomorrow's soon enough to die
    But tonight the war is over

    We make love too hard too fast
    He falls asleep, his face a mask
    He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask
    I put my arms around him

    They die in the trenches and they die in the air
    In Belgium and France the dead are everywhere
    They die so fast there's no time to prepare
    A decent grave to surround them

    Old world glory, old world fame
    The old world's gone, gone up in flames
    Nothing will ever be the same
    And nothing lasts forever

    Oh I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how
    And there's nothing, nothing that can save him now
    There's always another with the same funny bow
    And who am I to deny them




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