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  • 08-05-1972
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    Tatuagem
    Composer(s): Chico Buarque
    Performer(s): Chico Buarque
    and multiple other artists



    Quero ficar no teu corpo feito tatuagem
    Que é pra te dar coragem
    Pra seguir viagem
    Quando a noite vem
    E também pra me perpetuar em tua escrava
    Que você pega, esfrega, nega
    Mas não lava

    Quero brincar no teu corpo feito bailarina
    Que logo se alucina
    Salta e te ilumina
    Quando a noite vem
    E nos músculos exaustos do teu braço
    Repousar frouxa, murcha, farta
    Morta de cansaço

    Quero pesar feito cruz nas tuas coisas
    Que te retalha em postas
    Mas no fundo gostas
    Quando a noite vem
    Quer ser a cicatriz risonha e corrosiva
    Marcada a frio, a ferro e fogo
    Em carne viva

    Corações de mãe
    Arpões, sereias e serpentes
    Que te rabiscam o corpo todo
    Mas não sentes



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    Mustapha
    Performer(s): Corry Brokken



    Onder de manen schijnende platanen
    Wil ik jouw Sultan zijn, wees jij dan mijn Sultane
    Wat kunnen jou goud en juwelen schelen?
    In de Sahara kun je spelen met kamelen

    Dat zegt m'n vriendje, Mustapha
    Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja
    Hij is van origine een Arabier
    Dat bier is best, maar 'k blijf toch liever hier

    Hele kisten vijgen heb ik in depot
    Alles kan je krijgen, alles geef ik je cadeau
    Als je maar van mij wilt houen, en terzijnertijd wilt trouwen
    Gaan we een oase bouwen, en een Arabiertje brouwen

    Dat zegt m'n vriendje, Mustapha
    Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja
    Hij is van origine een Arabier
    Dat bier is best, maar 'k blijf toch liever hier

    Wat moet je in dit kouwe kikkerland?
    In de Sahara heb je enkel zon en zand
    Wat moet je in zo'n zebrapadenstad?
    Wij hebben echte zebra's en geen paden, schat

    Onder de manen schijnende platanen
    Wil ik jouw Sultan zijn, wees jij dan mijn Sultane
    Hier is een ring, een dure, dus bewaar hem
    In 't laatje links van de penantkast, in de harem

    Dat zegt m'n vriendje, Mustapha
    Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja
    Hij is van origine een Arabier
    Dat bier is best, maar 'k blijf toch liever hier

    En wil je uit, dan zeg je "lieve man,
    Kom doe je tulband en je beste kaftan aan"
    Dan nemen wij de vroege karavaan
    En komen 's avonds laat bij onze buren aan

    Onder de manen schijnende platanen
    Wil ik jouw Sultan zijn, wees jij dan mijn Sultane
    'k Heb 16 vrouwen thuis, da's aardig veel ja
    Maar jij wordt 17de, jij wordt hun akela

    Dat zegt mijn vriendje, Mustapha
    Hij meent het goed de snoes, maar ja
    't Is best een nette en correcte vent
    Maar vriend, hij heeft geen centje temperament



    Categorie:Nederl. Songs

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    Golden Feather
    Composer(s): Robbie Robertson
    Performer(s): Robbie Robertson;
    Luka Bloom; Michel Montecrossa



    I think I'm going back to Shenandoah
    she said that she'd meet me by the fork in the road
    I jump start my old Ford
    I'm heading for the pow-wow
    follow red path that leads to you

    I gave my love a golden feather
    I gave my love a heart of stone
    and when you find a golden feather
    it means you'll never lose your way back home

    Should I paint my face
    should I pierce my skin
    does this make me a pagan
    sweating out my sins
    we ate the sacred mushroom
    and waded in the water
    howling like coyotes
    at the naked moon

    I gave my love a golden feather
    I gave my love a heart of stone
    and when you find a golden feather
    it means you'll never lose your way back home

    In the autumn night
    when there's no wind blowin'
    I could hear the stars falling in the dark
    when you find what's worth keeping
    with a breath of kindness
    blow the rest away

    I gave my love a golden feather
    I gave my love a heart of stone
    and when you find a golden feather
    it means you'll never lose your way back home




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    07-05-1972
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    Tattooed Millionaire
    Composer(s): Bruce Dickinson - Janick Gers
    Performer(s): Bruce Dickinson



    Tattooed boys with expensive toys
    Living in a bubble of sin
    Money can buy you most of anything
    Fix your nose or the mess you're in

    Front page news, you can share your views
    With a population that wants to be like you
    Out on the strip, out on the tiles
    Same old greed behind the P.R. smiles

    You and all your entourage, to me you're all the same
    You and all your entourage, playing foolish games

    I don't want your big city shining

    I don't want your silver lining

    I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire
    He's got a wife, she ain't no brain child
    Ex mud Queen of Miami
    In his stretch Cadillac, he keeps her in the back
    With a CD player and his bottle of Jack

    L.A. dudes, L.A. attitude
    Laid back selfish and getting fat
    Bodyguards, porn stars, gold credit cards
    Using each other, running for cover

    You and all your entourage, to me you're all the same
    You and all your entourage, playing foolish games

    I don't want your big city shining

    I don't want your silver lining

    I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Mustapha
    Composer(s): Bob Azzam; Eddie Barclay
    Performer(s): Bob Azzam; Los Carayos



    Chéri je t'aime chéri je t'adore
    como la salsa de pomodoro
    {2x}

    Y a Mustapha, y a Mustapha
    Anavaé badia Mustapha
    Ça va chérim faila attaarim
    Éronquérim matché éma hatchim

    Thala aya Mustapha yaémil quélam
    Hénéal quamé bémane avénéal quélam
    Where my live oh guest oh guest, yes my love
    Oh guest oh guest {2x}

    Y a Mustapha, y a Mustapha
    Anavaé badia Mustapha
    Ça va chérim faila atha harim
    Éronquérim matché éma hatchim

    Quand je t'ai vu sur le balcon
    Tu m'as dit monte et ne fait pas d' façon
    {2x}

    Chéri je t'aime chéri je t'adore
    como la salsa de pomodoro
    {2x}

    Y a Mustapha, y a Mustapha
    Anavaé badia Mustapha
    Ça va chérim faila atha harim
    Éronquérim matché éma hatchim

    Tu m'as allumé avec une allumette
    Et tu m'as fait perdre la à tête
    {2x}

    Chéri je t'aime chéri je t'adore
    como la salsa de pomodoro
    {2x}

    Y a Mustapha, y a Mustapha
    Anavaé badia Mustapha
    Ça va chérim faila atha harim
    Éronquérim matché éma hatchim




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    Golden Earrings
    Composer(s): Victor Young; Jay Livingston; Ray Evans
    Performer(s): Peggy Lee;
    and various other artists



    There's a story the gypsies know is true
    That when your love wears golden earrings
    She (he) belongs to you
    An old love story that's known to very few
    But if you wear those golden earrings
    Love will come to you
    By the burning fire, they will glow with ev'ry coal
    You will hear desire whisper low inside your soul
    So be my gypsy
    Make love your guiding light
    And let that pair of golden earrings
    Cast their spell tonight




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    06-05-1972
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    Tattoo
    Composer(s): Pete Townshend
    First release by: The Who - 1967
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Me and my brother were talking to each other
    'Bout what makes a man a man
    Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born
    We just couldn't understand

    Our old man didn't like our appearance
    He said that only women wear long hair

    So me and my brother borrowed money from Mother
    We knew what we had to do
    We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium
    And got our arms tattooed

    Welcome to my life, tattoo
    I'm a man now, thanks to you
    I expect I'll regret you
    But the skin graft man won't get you
    You'l be there when I die
    Tattoo

    My dad beat me 'cause mine said "Mother"
    But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother
    'Cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude
    And my mother thought that was extremely rude

    Welcome to my life, tattoo
    We've a long time together, me and you
    I expect I'll regret you
    But the skin graft man won't get you
    You'll be there when I die
    Tattoo

    Now I'm older, I'm tattooed all over
    My wife is tattooed too
    A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot
    Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too
    To you



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    Mustang Sally
    Composer(s): Sir Mack Rice
    Originally performed by: Sir Mack Rice
    Covered by various other artists



    Mustang Sally
    Guess you better slow your mustang down
    Mustang Sally
    Guess you better slow your mustang down
    You've been runnin' all over the town now
    Oh guess I'll have to put your flat feet on the ground

    Chorus
    Listen, All you want to do is ride around Sally
    Ride Sally ride
    All you want to do is ride around Sally
    Ride Sally ride
    All you want to do is ride around Sally
    Ride Sally ride
    All you want to do is ride around Sally
    Ride Sally ride
    One of these early mornings baby
    Gonna be wipin' your weepin' eyes

    I bought you a brand new mustang
    'bout nineteen sixty five
    Now you come 'round, signifying a woman baby
    you don't wanna let me ride.
    Mustang Sally
    Guess you better slow your mustang down
    You've been runnin' all over the town now
    Got to put your flat feet on the ground



    Categorie:Eng. Songs
    Tags:Sir Mack Rice

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    Golden Days
    Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg; Dorothy Donnelly
    Performer(s): Nelson Eddy;
    and various other artists



    Down where the Neckar flows swiftly along
    Nestles a town that is famous in song
    Laughing lads roam through its streets so quaint
    No one’s a sinner, much less a saint
    Twilight comes stealing and moonlight shines down
    Painting with silver old Heidelberg Town
    Hark how the echoes are ringing; with their song!
    Laughing, they circle their glasses
    All night long

    Golden days in the sunshine of our happy youth
    Golden days, full of innocence and full of truth
    In our hearts we remember them all else above
    Golden days, days of youth and love

    How we laughed with a gaiety that had no sting
    Looking back through memory’s haze
    We will know life has nothing sweeter than its springtime
    Golden days, when we’re young, Golden days




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    05-05-1972
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    Tattle-Tale Duck
    Composer(s): Bob Merril
    Performer(s): Sammy Kaye



    The tattle tale, tattle tale, tattle tale duck
    The tattle tale, tattle tale, tattle tale duck
    She'll tell on me, she'll tell on you
    And add a little to the story, too!
    The tattle tale, tattle tale quacketty quack
    She waggles in front and she wiggles in back
    Oh just look out, you're out of luck
    If you get caught by the tattle tale duck

    the rooster just dropped in to "Joe's"
    To say "hello" to boys he knows
    But here is the story that came back
    According to old quack quack quack
    'Twere sixteen blondes and ten brunettes
    The kind don't care how late it gets
    They danced all night and she'll insist
    She counted ev'ry blonde the rooster kissed

    Now when the rooster did come in
    His hen picked up her rolling pin
    The duck had called her on the phone
    It almost wrecked their happy home
    So, if you steal a kiss or two
    The pigs won't squeal, the cow's won't moo
    There ain't a rooster's gonna cluck
    But please be careful of the tattle-tale duck



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Musta Got Lost
    Composer(s): Seth Justman; Peter Wolf
    Performer(s): J. Geils Band



    Hold on this song has a little introduction to it
    It's ain’t supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way
    It's a song about desperation
    Every now and then we do get desperate

    This is a song about L-o-v-e
    and if you abuse it yer goin to lose it
    and if you lose it yer goin to abuse and
    if you abuse it you aint going to be able to choose it
    cuz you aint going to have it further on down the line
    and things aint going to be so fine
    and yer going to be sitting there on your little machine
    tryin to look and keep it clean and
    You’re going to be home playing bingo all night all alone
    and that's why your sittin there by the telephone
    and you know that she aint goin to call you!

    So you put on the TV and you're watchin Johnny Carson
    segueing right into the Tomorrow show
    but that don't got the go so you turn it off ya turn on the radio
    the radio don’t' seem to get the click so you say
    "Hey Man, I can't lickety split"
    You start to open up a little book
    and there's somethin there you got to overlook
    and you say "BABY, you know there's somethin on my mind!
    "You say "Baby there's somethin on my mind
    I know that you're home and I know you aint all alone!"

    So you start walking over to her house
    and you get over to her house
    and you walk over to her door and
    you start poundin on her door and you say
    "Open up the door bitch!”
    This is the wooba gooba with the green teeth, let me in!!"

    Well, she opens up the door
    and then you just kinda walk up to her and say
    "Baby", (say Baby!) you look up way up at her green mascara
    and you say "Oh my darling
    you know her and me was at the party as friends
    do not believe what they say
    that's only gossip that they tellin ya
    a wise crack of lies!"
    You say Darling!!!

    Take your big curls and squeeze them down Rotumba
    What's the name of the chick with the long hair?
    (Rapunzle!) Hey Rapunzle!
    Hey Raputa! Raputa the Buta!
    Hey Raputa the Buta flip me down your hair let me climb
    up to the ladder of your love!!
    Because this is the wooba gooba sayin to ya
    "Love comes once and when it comes
    you better grab it fast cuz sometimes the love
    you grab aint going to last and
    I believe I musta
    You know I think I musta
    You know baby I think I musta
    You know I think I musta
    I musta got lost!!!!!!!

    1…2….3…

    Never thought about tomorrow
    Seemed like a long time to come
    How could I be so blind, baby
    Not to see you were the one

    I let ya slip on from me baby
    I let ya walk on by
    Shoulda loved, you told me
    I refused to love, I let it die

    Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
    Somewhere down the line
    Musta got lost, musta got lost
    Give away the day you were mine

    Don't know why I let you leave me
    Honey I don’t know
    See its hard to see lovin' comin baby
    But I have a way to see it go

    Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
    Somewhere down the line
    Musta got lost, I got lost
    Give away the day you were mine

    Love can be a sweet thing
    girl I just don't understand
    made a game outta lovin' you
    now I hold a loose hand

    Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
    Somewhere down the line
    Musta got lost, I got lost girl
    Give away the day you were mine

    I just don't understand it
    I just don't understand it
    I just don't understand it

    And I musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
    Somewhere down the line, hey
    Musta got lost, baby, I got lost girl
    Give away the day you were mine

    Musta got lost, I got lost, musta got lost
    somewhere down the line
    Musta got lost, I got lost girl
    Give away the day you were mine

    C’mon
    Oh, I got lost, double-crossed
    Your lovin', give it to me all night long

    I said your love got me higher
    than I ever been lifted before

    I said your love got me higher
    than I ever been lifted before……

    Somewhere……………………



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    Golden Brown
    Composer(s): Jet Black;
    Jean Jacques Burnel; Hugh Cornwell; Dave Greenfield
    Performer(s): The Stranglers;
    and various other artists



    Golden brown
    texture like sun

    Lays me down
    with my mind she runs

    Throughout the night
    no need to fight

    Never a frown
    with golden brown
    Ev'ry time
    just like the last

    On her ship tied to the mast

    To distant lands
    takes both my hands

    Never a frown
    with golden brown
    Golden brown
    finer temptress

    Through the age she's heading west
    From far away
    stays for a day

    Never a frown
    with golden brown
    Never a frown with golden brown

    Never a frown with golden brown




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    04-05-1972
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    Tattletale
    Composer(s): Bob Schaefer - Irving Rose - Jack Lawrence



    You're a tattletale
    You keep rushing to and fro
    Babbling like a radio
    Telling everything you know
    When you're supposed to keep it in ya
    You spread it from Virginia to Seattle
    Tattletale
    You're a tattletale
    I should hide you on a shelf
    You're a mischief-making elf
    Even tattle on yourself
    Altho' I tell you many secrets
    They aren't any secrets when you prattle
    Tattletale
    It wouldn't matter that you chatter
    And you get in my hair
    If you'd get into my arms
    Blabber, blabber, jibber, jabber, what do I care
    About who married who, if it isn't me and you!
    But you're lovable
    I'm completely mad about
    And what dreams I've had about you
    You little gadabout
    Why don't you shout it from a steeple
    And tell a million people
    That I love you, tattletale



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Mussolini's Letter To Hitler
    Composer(s): Carson J. Robison
    Performer(s): Carson Robison



    Dear Hitler: I wrote you a letter
    And I used the new address you sent
    But Moscow returned it this morning
    With a word written on it in red
    It’s a word I’ve been hearing quite often
    And I know just how much it hurts
    You’ve heard it yourself from the British
    Dear Adolf, that word was Nerts!
    I’m writing again for a favor
    Although I feel sure it’s no use
    But now that Japan is your fall guy
    Dear Adolf, oh please turn me loose!

    I’m longing so much for the old days
    When they greeted me with bravos
    And I like the old salute better
    Without their thumb to their nose
    Your Gestapo you sent here to help me
    Don’t know what a big shot I am
    Please tell them their Bronx cheers annoy me
    And I don’t like the way they say “Scram!”
    The last speech I made to my people
    I outlined your Russian idea
    And instead of the cheers I expected
    I heard someone snicker “Oh yeah?”

    Last night I dreamed I saw Stalin
    And here’s a suggestion he made
    “Better tell your dear old friend Adolf
    To brush up on his wallpaper trade
    And the next time that you see Max Schmeling
    Here’s something that he oughta know
    The Yankees have got a new weapon
    That’s known as Brown Bomber Joe”
    Well Adolf, I better be closing
    So Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Heil!
    And please don’t forget that old promise
    That you’d give me the whole British Isles!

    P.S. Don’t think I’m complaining
    But my wardrobe is looking quite sad
    Can you spare me an old suit of Goering’s?
    Maybe it won’t smell too bad



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    Golden Boy
    Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
    Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



    Écoutez-moi bien
    Voici la confession d'un homme de bien
    Comme quoi parti de pas grand chose
    On peut arriver à rien

    J'téléphone, je n'faxe pas
    J'cherche pas mes mots, je n'écris pas
    J'ai perdu l'sens de la grammaire
    J'suis r'tourné à l'ère primaire
    Mes pensées sont banales
    Enrichissantes, certes, mais vénales
    "Golden Boy", j'suis dans les affaires
    J'côtoies les grands de cett' terre
    En amour là, j'suis mal
    J'dévalue, j'gagne pas à l'oral
    La bourse de Tokyo vers minuit
    9 heures de New York, c'est 15 heures à Paris
    Ça m'laisse pas l'temps d't'aimer
    "Golden Boy" pas le temps de rêver
    C'qui est compatible dans la vie
    C'est qu'les gens qui s'aiment se r'trouvent dans le même lit
    Déjà p'tit, à l'école
    J'faisais dans l'traffic de chewing-gum
    Coco-boer et Tutti Frutti
    Contre un d'voir, j'gonflais les prix
    Tête dans l'ordinateur
    J'suis devenu myope boursicoteur
    Puis un "raider" m'a tout appris
    Tous sauf le sens de la vie
    "Golden Boy", ça fait désordre
    Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires
    Délits d'initiés le midi
    O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi
    Sortir tard les clients
    "Queen", "Bains Douches", les endrotis "chébrans"
    Surtout pour un couple, c'est l'enfer garanti.
    "Golden Boy", ça doit faire
    Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires
    Délits d'initiés le midi
    O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi
    Ça m'laisse pas l'temps d't'aimer
    "Golden Boy" pas le temps de rêver
    C'qui est compatible dans la vie
    C'est qu'les gens qui s'aiment se r'trouvent dans le même lit
    "Golden Boy", ça doit faire
    Les p'tits déjs, les repas d'affaires
    Délits d'initiés le midi
    O.P.A. le soir, cocktails l'après-midi
    Golden Boy
    Golden Boy




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    03-05-1972
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    Tattler
    ((Adapted from: You Can't Stop A Tattler - Part 2 (Washington Phillips) - 1968))
    Composer(s): Ry Cooder - Russ Titelman - Washington Phillips
    Performer(s): Ry Cooder - 1974
    and multiple other artists



    Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees
    There's always some kind of woman that's a-puttin' him up a tree
    Now that kind of man, he ain't got as much sense as a mule
    You know, everyone don't love you, they're just a-playin' you for a fool

    Mmmm, oh, no
    It's not hard for you to understand
    True love can be such a sweet harmony
    If you do the best that you can

    If you marry the wrong kind of woman and you get where you can't agree
    Well, you just as well could get your hat and let that woman be
    But a man oughta make a good husband and quit tryin' to lead a fast life
    Goin' about dressin' up other women won't put clothes on his own wife

    Well, there's lots of good women who wants to marry, and they want to live well at home
    But they're 'fraid they'll might get hold of a rowdy man, can't let other women alone
    And there's lots of good men wants to marry, and they wants to live well at home
    But every time they turn their back, there's another man there askin', "Darlin', is he gone?" "



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    Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
    Composer(s): Léo Ferré
    Performer(s): Léo Ferré



    La Musique... La Musique...
    Où elle était la Musique?

    Dans les salons lustrés aux lustres vénérés?
    Dans les concerts secrets aux secrets crinolines?
    Dans les temps reculés aux reculs empaffés?
    Dans les palais conquis aux conquêtes câlines?

    C'est là qu'elle se pâme c'est là qu'elle se terre la Musique...
    Nous c'est dans la rue qu'on la veut la Musique!
    Et elle y viendra!
    Et nous l'aurons la Musique!

    Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!

    Depuis voilà bientôt trente ans
    Depuis voilà bientôt dix jours
    Depuis voilà bientôt ta gorge
    Depuis voilà bientôt ta source
    Depuis que je traîne ma course
    Au creux des nuits comme un forçat
    À patibuler mon écorce

    Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!

    Je suis un arbre non daté
    Depuis que je bois à ma porte
    Et que de l'enfer tu m'apportes
    De quoi trancher sur l'avenir
    Depuis que rien ne se dévore
    À part les ombres sur le mur
    Depuis que tu me sers encore
    La défaite sur canapé

    Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!

    Une araignée m'a dit "bonsoir"
    Elle se traînait au crépuscule
    Depuis que mon âme bascule
    Vers des pays plus mécaniques
    Depuis que gavé de musique
    Je vais porter ma gueule ailleurs
    Une araignée m'a dit "d'ailleurs
    Le tout c'est d'avoir la pratique"

    Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!

    Ludwig! Ludwig! T'es sourdingue?
    Ludwig la Joie Ludwig la Paix
    Ludwig! L'orthographe c'est con!
    Et puis c'est d'un très haut panache
    Et ton vin rouge a fait des taches
    Sur ta portée des contrebasses
    Ludwig! Réponds! T'es sourdingue ma parole!

    Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
    Cela doit-il être?
    Cela est!

    La Musique... La Musique...
    Où est-elle aujourd'hui?
    La Musique se meurt Madame!
    Penses-tu! La Musique?

    Tu la trouves à Polytechnique
    Entre deux équations, ma chère!
    Avec Boulez dans sa boutique
    Un ministre à la boutonnière

    Dans la rue la Musique!
    Music? in the street!
    La Musica? nelle strade!
    Beethoven strasse!

    Muss Es Sein? Es Muss Sein!
    Cela doit-il être?
    Cela est!



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Golden Arrow
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    Golden Arrow
    Composer(s): Harry Williams; Egbert Van Alstyne



    Out in the shade of a glade sat a maid
    with burning cheeks all aglow
    Eyes black as night
    but as bright as the light of any sunset in Idaho
    For by her side was the pride of a tribe
    the son of Chief Arrow-Bow
    And in the ear of his dear
    sweet and clear
    he whispered low

    She then replied "I'm your bride by your side
    We'll hunt the big buffalo
    I'll be your dear, never fear, ever near
    For I'm your Arrow and you're my beau
    You lead the way where you may from today
    for you must guide me, you know"
    "Then I can see we'll agree
    come with me," said Arrow-Bow

    "My little Golden Arrow I love you
    You've pierced my heart it's true
    pretty Sioux, through and through
    Take me to be your fallen sparrow, do
    For Golden Arrow my life belongs to you"




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    02-05-1972
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    Tatoué Jérémie
    Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
    Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



    Parce qu'il avait cette fille dans la peau
    Et pour ne pas l'oublier
    Il se l'était fait tatouer
    Tatouer
    Juste à la place du coeur
    Tatoué Jérémie
    Jérémie
    Tout l'monde en coeur!
    Tatouer un coeur
    Tatoué Jérémie
    On peut lire à l'intérieur
    Jérémie
    De même sur les avant-bras
    Tatoué Jérémie
    De même où ça n'se voit pas
    Jérémie
    Encore une fois!
    Où ça n'se voit pas
    Tatoué Jérémie
    C'est à dire un peu plus bas
    Jérémie

    Malheur de malheur maintenant qu'il n'l'aime plus
    Comment faire pour effacer
    Ce qu'il a fait tatouer
    Tatouer
    Faudrait arracher ce coeur
    Tatoué Jérémie
    Qu'est tatoué sur son coeur
    Jérémie
    Tout le monde en coeur!
    Arraché ce coeur
    Tatoué Jérémie
    Avec c'qu'il y a à l'intérieur
    Jérémie
    De même pour les avants-bras
    Tatoué Jérémie
    Surtout où ça n'se voit pas
    Jérémie
    Encore une fois!
    Où ça n'se voit pas
    Tatoué Jérémie
    C'est-à-dire un peu plus bas
    Jé-ré-mie



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    Muskrat Ramble
    Composer(s): Ray Gilbert; Kid Ory
    Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters
    and various other artists



    Shufflin', shufflin', shufflin' down
    Ramblin' scramblin' headin' for town
    Hustlin', bustlin' buzzin' around
    Happily awaitin' at the station

    Look at that train number 709
    It's a fuffin' and a puffin' and comin' on time
    Who do you think is about to arrive
    It's the band they call the Dixieland Five

    Da da da da dum
    Da da da da dum
    Da da da da da da da da dum

    They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune
    You never heard it played, join in the big parade
    Altogether now one and two join that happy throng
    Feel the beat of that ramblin', scramblin' muskrat song
    Come on and ramble along

    Loooooook at them a shufflin' shufflin' down
    Ramblin' scramblin' headin' for town
    Hustlin', bustlin' buzzin' around
    Happily awaitin' at the station

    Seeeee that 709
    Huffin' and puffin' on time
    Who do you think's about to arrive
    The band they call the Dixieland Five

    Da da da da dum
    Da da da da dum
    Da da da da da da da da dum

    They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune
    You never heard it played, join in the big parade
    Altogether now one and two join that happy throng
    Feel the beat of that ramblin', scramblin' muskrat song
    Come on and ramble along



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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