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  • 06-02-1974
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    The Cruel War
    Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey - Peter Yarrow
    Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary; Chad & Jeremy; The Cowsills



    The cruel war is raging; Johnny has to fight
    I want to be with him from morning till night
    I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so
    "Won't you let me go with you?" "No, my love no"

    Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day
    That your captain will call you and you must obey
    Your captain will call you, it grieves my heart so
    "Won't you let me go with you?" "No, my love no"

    I'll tie back my hair; men's clothing I'll put on
    I'll pass as your comrade as we march along
    I'll pass as your comrade, no one will ever know
    "Won't you let me go with you?" "No, my love no"

    Oh Johnny, oh Johnny, I fear you are unkind
    I love you far better than all of mankind
    I love you far better than words can e'er express
    "Won't you let me go with you?" "Yes, my love yes"



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    Cardboard California Composer(s): Howard Greenfield - Neil Sedaka Performer(s): Neil Sedaka



    Nothing is real in cardboard California
    Just waking up brings you down
    One lousy deal is cardboard California
    You just can't survive in a make believe town

    Lost in a city of little tin gods
    Cold plastic people with phoney facades
    How can you win when you look at the odds

    You're running down a one way street
    Nobody cares if you survive
    Sometimes you beg or you don't eat
    You gotta fight to stay alive
    Hey, you're never gonna get away

    Where 's the world you used to know
    Where did all the good times go
    Look around your hopes and dreams are gone
    But like a fool you still keep hanging on

    Come and be a movie star
    Come and drive a fancy car
    Come and see, what you really are

    Look in the mirror, mirrors don't lie
    You're getting older, your time's past you by
    You lost your shot to some younger guy

    You're running down a one way street
    Nobody cares if you survive
    Sometimes you beg or you don't eat
    You gotta fight to stay alive
    Hey, you're never gonna get away

    Nothing is real in cardboard California
    Just waking up brings you down
    One lousy deal is cardboard California
    You just can't survive in a make believe town



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.First In Line
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    First In Line
    Composer(s): Aaron Schroeder; Ben Weisman
    Performer(s): Elvis Presley



    When they gave out eyes like diamonds
    That would shame the stars that shine
    My darlin' my darlin'
    You were the first in line
    When they gave out lips like honey
    That hold a new thrill every time
    My darlin' my darlin'
    You were the first in line

    There may be others
    That know you longer
    Who pledge their hearts to you
    But there's no other
    Could love you stronger
    Any stronger than I do
    Don't refuse me, say you'll choose me
    I'm yours, oh please be mine
    My darlin' say I’m your darlin'
    The first, and the last in line




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    05-02-1974
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    The Crowd
    Composer(s): Roy Orbison - Joe Melson
    Performer(s): Roy Orbison



    I go out with the crowd, I play the game
    Pretending out loud but it don't seem the same
    For the heart of the crowd is gone from sight
    My part of the crowd is not with me tonight

    I remember the prom, every dance with you
    All the crazy things that we used to do
    Sometimes we'd wait for a chance
    And then we'd steal away
    From the crowd and the dance to our hideaway

    Aww, but you're gone and it's not the same old game
    I fall apart each time I hear your name
    Guess I'll go along with the crowd,
    I'll make believe
    That you'll come back to me, run back to me
    Hurry back to the crowd a-and me-e-e-e-e



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Carco
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    Carco
    Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
    Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



    Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
    De ta jeunesse et de toi-méme
    De tes mains pleines de poèmes
    Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit

    Il avait toujours dans la tête
    Le manège d'anciens tourments
    De la fenêtre par moment
    Parvenaient des bouffées de fête

    Où sont les lumières lointaines
    Voici fermés les yeux éteints
    Ce chant des lilas au matin
    De Montmartre à Mortefontaine

    Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
    De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
    De tes mains pleines de poèmes
    Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit

    Tu meurs sans avoir vu le drame
    Carco qui ne sus que chanter
    Te souviens-tu de cet été
    De Nice où nous nous rencontrâmes

    On faisait semblant d'être heureux
    Le ciel ressemblait à la mer
    Même l'aurore était amère
    C'était en l'an quarante-deux

    Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
    De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
    De tes mains pleines de poèmes
    Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit

    Excuse-moi que je le dise
    Dans ce Paris où tu n'es plus
    Comme Guillaume l'a voulu
    Qu'un nom qui se mélancolise

    Que l'avenir du moins n'oublie
    Ce qui fut le charme de l'air
    Le bonheur d'être et le vin clair
    La Seine douce dans son lit

    Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
    De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
    De tes mains pleines de poèmes
    Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit

    Ce coeur que l'homme avec lui porte
    Ne change pas avec le vent
    Nous mettrons demain comme avant
    Des coquelicots à nos portes

    Les mots que nous avons cueillis
    Les voici pour celui qui meurt
    Passent les gens et tu demeures
    O poète de mon pays

    Dis qu'as-tu fait des jours enfuis
    De ta jeunesse et de toi-même
    De tes mains pleines de poèmes
    Qui tremblaient au bout de ta nuit



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.First I Look At The Purse
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    First I Look At The Purse
    Composer(s): Smokey Robinson; Robert Rodgers
    Performer(s): The Contours;
    and various other artists



    Some fellas look at the eyes
    Some fellas look at the nose
    Some fellas look at the size
    Some fellas look at the clothes
    I don't care if her eyes are red
    I don't care if her nose is long
    I don't care if she's underfed
    I don't care if her clothes are worn
    First I look at the purse!
    Some fellas like the smiles they wear
    Some fellas like the legs that's all
    Some fellas like the style of their hair
    Want their waist to be small.
    I don't care if their legs are thin
    I don't care if their teeth are big
    I don't care if their hair's a wig
    Why waste time lookin' at the waistline?
    First I look at the purse!
    A woman can be fat as can be
    kisses sweet as honey
    But that don't mean a thing to me
    If you ain't got no money
    If the purse is fat....that's where it's at
    Some fellas like the way they walk
    The way they swing and sway
    Some fellas like the way they talk
    Dig the things they say.
    I don't care if they wobble like a...
    or talk with a lisp
    I still think I'm a good lover
    if the dollar bills are crisp
    First I look at the purse!
    First I look at the purse!
    First I look at the purse!
    First I look at the purse!
    I don't care if you got yourself a wrap
    all I want is your pretty green cash
    Bought me a suit, bought me a car
    Want me to look like a hollywood star
    Money, (Money!) I want money (Money!)
    Baby, ain't no "why", baby (Money!)
    I need money!
    First I look at the purse!
    First I look at the purse!
    First I look at the purse!
    First I look at the purse!




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    04-02-1974
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    Crow On The Cradle
    Composer(s): Sidney Lee Carter
    Performer(s): Jackson Browne
    and multiple other artists



    The sheep's in the meadow
    The cow's in the corn
    Now is the time for a child to be born
    He'll laugh at the moon
    And cry for the sun
    And if it's a boy he'll carry a gun
    Sang the crow on the cradle

    And if it should be that this baby's a girl
    Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl
    With rings on her fingers
    And bells on her toes
    And a bomber above her wherever she goes
    Sang the crow on the cradle

    The crow on the cradle
    The black and the white
    Somebody's baby is born for a fight
    The crow on the cradle
    The white and the black
    Somebody's baby is not coming back
    Sang the crow on the cradle

    Your mother and father will sweat and they'll slave
    To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
    Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
    For we've got a toy that can put you to sleep
    Sang the crow on the cradle

    Bring me my gun, and I'll shoot that bird dead
    That's what your mother and father once said
    The crow on the cradle, what can we do
    Ah, this is a thing that I'll leave up to you
    Sang the crow on the cradle
    Sang the crow on the cradle

    father once said
    A crow on the cradle what can we do
    This is the thing I must leave up to you
    Sang the crow on the cradle



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Carcassonne
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    Carcassonne Composer(s): Georges Brassens - G. Nadaud Performer(s): Georges Brassens



    "Je me fais vieux, j'ai soixante ans
    J'ai travaillé toute ma vie
    Sans avoir, durant tout ce temps
    Pu satisfaire mon envie
    Je vois bien qu'il n'est ici-bas
    De bonheur complet pour personne
    Mon vœu ne s'accomplira pas
    Je n'ai jamais vu Carcassonne!"

    "On voit la ville de la-haut
    Derrière les montagnes bleues
    Mais, pour y parvenir, il faut
    Il faut faire cinq grandes lieues
    En faire autant pour revenir!
    Ah ! si la vendange était bonne!
    Le raisin ne veut pas jaunir
    Je ne verrai pas Carcassonne!"

    "On dit qu'on y voit tous les jours
    Ni plus ni moins que les dimanches
    Des gens s'en aller sur le cours
    En habits neufs, en robes blanches
    On dit qu'on y voit des châteaux
    Grands comme ceux de Babylone
    Un évêque et deux généraux!
    Je ne connais pas Carcassonne!"

    "Le vicaire a cent fois raison
    C'est des imprudents que nous sommes
    Il disait dans son oraison
    Que l'ambition perd les hommes
    Si je pouvais trouver pourtant
    Deux jours sur la fin de l'automne...
    Mon Dieu ! que je mourrais content
    Après avoir vu Carcassonne!"

    "Mon Dieu! mon Dieu! pardonnez-moi
    Si ma prière vous offense
    On voit toujours plus haut que soi
    En vieillesse comme en enfance
    Ma femme, avec mon fils Aignan
    A voyagé jusqu'à Narbonne
    Mon filleul a vu Perpignan
    Et je n'ai pas vu Carcassonne!"

    Ainsi chantait, près de Limoux
    Un paysan courbé par l'âge
    Je lui dis: "Ami, levez-vous
    Nous allons faire le voyage"
    Nous partîmes le lendemain
    Mais (que le bon Dieu lui pardonne!
    Il mourut à moitié chemin
    Il n'a jamais vu Carcassonne!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.First Date, First Kiss, First Love
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    First Date, First Kiss, First Love
    Composer(s): Mary Stovall; Dan Welch
    Performer(s): Sonny James



    First date
    tonight was our first date
    We couldn't anticipate
    emotions we now feel

    First kiss
    Tonight was our first kiss
    and now we know the bliss
    that only young love can yield

    I've got a funny feeling
    I've worked hard at concealing
    But I can't hide this wonderful thrill
    I kept up a constant chatter
    pretending nothing matters
    and I begged my heart
    to please, please be still

    Oh, First love
    This is our first love
    Our one and only love
    our first love and our last

    I've got a funny feeling
    I've worked hard at concealing
    But I can't hide this wonderful thrill
    I kept up a constant chatter
    pretending nothing matters
    and I begged my heart
    to please, please be still

    Oh, First love
    This is our first love
    Our one and only love
    our first love and our last




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    03-02-1974
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    The Crippled Lion
    Composer(s): Michael Nesmith
    Performer(s): The Monkees



    Slowly I walk through the gently falling rain
    I know that I will never pass this way again
    Never wondering why
    Teardrops chafing my eyes

    Longing to be where the noted kisses fall
    Lingering and still, while quietly they tell their all
    Blue is the color of the sun
    And nothing stops when everything is done

    Now my whole world opens up in different rhymes and tunes
    With highways making up the verse
    And then suddenly I see the light of something called the moon
    And though my path is planned, it's not rehearsed

    So I move along to the next thing on the list
    Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist
    But I am finally alone
    And where my foot steps down is where it's home

    So I move along to the next thing on the list
    Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist
    But I am finally alone
    And where my foot steps down is where it's home
    And where my foot steps down is where it's home



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Car-Car
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    Car-Car Composer(s): Woody Guthrie Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary; Donovan



    Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
    Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
    Take me for a ride
    Take me for a ride
    Take me for a ride in your Car-Car

    Take me for a ride in your Mac Truck
    Take me for a ride in your truck, mack
    Take me for a ride, take me for a ride
    Take me for a ride in your Mac Truck, Mack

    Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
    Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
    Take me for a ride
    Take me for a ride
    Take me for a ride in your Car-Car

    Take me for a ride in your car-car
    Take me for a ride in your car-car
    Take me for a ride, take me for a ride
    Take me for a ride in your 3.2 liter Ferrari
    with torsion bar suspension
    and those ported venturi carburetors!



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    First And Second Law
    Composer(s): Michael Flanders; Donald Swann
    Performer(s): Flanders & Swann



    The First Law of Thermodymamics:
    Heat is work and work is heat
    Heat is work and work is heat
    Very good!

    The Second Law of Thermodymamics:
    Heat cannot of itself pass from one body to a hotter body
    (scat music starts)
    Heat cannot of itself pass from one body to a hotter body
    Heat won't pass from a cooler to a hotter
    Heat won't pass from a cooler to a hotter
    You can try it if you like but you far better notter
    You can try it if you like but you far better notter
    'Cos the cold in the cooler with get hotter as a ruler
    'Cos the cold in the cooler with get hotter as a ruler
    'Cos the hotter body's heat will pass to the cooler
    'Cos the hotter body's heat will pass to the cooler

    First Law:
    Heat is work and work is heat and work is heat and heat is work
    Heat will pass by conduction
    Heat will pass by conduction
    Heat will pass by convection
    Heat will pass by convection
    Heat will pass by radiation
    Heat will pass by radiation
    And that's a physical law
    Heat is work and work's a curse
    And all the heat in the Universe
    Is gonna cooool down 'cos it can't increase
    Then there'll be no more work and there'll be perfect peace
    Really?
    Yeah - that's entropy, man!

    And all because of the Second Law of Thermodynamics, which lays down:
    That you can't pass heat from the cooler to the hotter
    Try it if you like but you far better notter
    'Cos the cold in the cooler will get hotter as a ruler
    'Cos the hotter body's heat will pass to the cooler
    Oh, you can't pass heat from the cooler to the hotter
    You can try it if you like but you'll only look a fooler
    'Cos the cold in the cooler will get hotter as a ruler
    That's a physical Law!

    Oh, I'm hot!
    Hot? That's because you've been working!

    Oh, Beatles - nothing!
    That's the First and Second Laws of Thermodynamics!"




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    02-02-1974
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    The Happy Wanderer
    ((German Versions: Der Fröhliche Wanderer (Obernkirchen Children's Choir); Mein Vater War Ein Wandersmann))
    Composer(s): Friedrich Sigismund - Friedrich W. Möller - Otto Richter - Johann Michael Anding - Antonio Ridge
    Performer(s): Frank Weir
    and multiple other artists



    I love to go a-wandering
    Along the mountain track
    And as I go, I love to sing
    My knapsack on my back

    Val-deri, Val-dera
    Val-deri
    Val-dera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
    Val-deri, Val-dera
    My knapsack on my back

    I love to wander by the stream
    That dances in the sun
    So joyously it calls to me
    "Come! Join my happy song!"

    I wave my hat to all I meet
    And they wave back to me
    And blackbirds call so loud and sweet
    From ev'ry green wood tree

    High overhead, the skylarks wing
    They never rest at home
    But just like me, they love to sing
    As o'er the world we roam

    Oh, may I go a-wandering
    Until the day I die!
    Oh, may I always laugh and sing
    Beneath God's clear blue sky!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Caravan Petrol
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    Caravan Petrol Composer(s): Nisa - Renato Carosone Performer(s): Renato Carosone; Gege Di Giacomo; Massimo Ranieri



    Caravan petrol, caravan petrol caravan petrol, caravan petrol, caravan ... M'aggio affittato nu camello m'aggio accattato nu turbante nu turbante a' Rinascente cu o pennacchio rosso e blu ... Cu u fiasco 'mmano e o tammuriello cerco o petrolio americano mentre abballano e beduine mentre cantano e ttribbù ... Comme sì bello a cavallo a stu camello cu o binocolo a tracolla cu o turbante e o narghilè ... Uè, si curiuso mentre scave stu pertuso scordatello, nun é cosa cà o petrolio nun ce sta ... Allah! Allah! Allah! ma chi t' ha ffatto fa'? Comme sì bello a cavallo a stu camello cu o binocolo a tracolla cu o turbante e o narghilè! Cu o fiasco 'mmano e cu o camello cu e gguardie annanze e a folla arreto 'rrevutà faccio Tuleto nun se pò cchiù cammenà ... Jammo, é arrivato o pazzariello! s'é travestito 'a Menelicche mmesca o ppepe cu o ttabbacco ... chi sarrà st'Alì Babbà? Comme sì bello a cavallo a tu camello ...( Allah! Allah! Allah! ma chi mm'ha ffatto fa'? Comme so' bello a cavallo a stu camello cu o binocolo a tracolla cu o turbante e o narghilè!



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Fireside Song
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    Fireside Song
    Composer(s): Tony Banks;
    Anthony Phillips; Mike Rutherford
    Performer(s): Genesis



    As daybreak breaks the mist upon the earth
    It came to pass that beauty settled there forever more
    And as the steam clings close to things to come
    It came to pass that solid rock did part for humble life

    Once upon a time there was confusion
    Disappointment, fear and disillusion
    Now there's hope reborn with every morning
    See the future clearly at its dawning
    Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness
    Whilst water slips into the sea
    The father's sad to see it free

    As shadows creep towards their master night
    It came to pass that trees defied the wind who shook their leaves
    And as the peace descended all around
    It came to pass that nature's creatures came to face the world

    Once upon a time there was confusion
    Disappointment, fear and disillusion
    Now there's hope reborn with every morning
    See the future clearly at its dawning
    Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness
    Whilst water slips into the sea
    The father's sad to see it free

    Once upon a time there was confusion
    Disappointment, fear and disillusion
    Now there's hope reborn with every morning
    See the future clearly at its dawning

    Once upon a time there was confusion
    Disappointment, fear and disillusion




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    01-02-1974
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    The Cremation Of Sam McGee
    Composer(s): Robert W. Service
    Performer(s): Hank Snow; Johnny Cash



    There are strange things done in the midnight sun
    By the men who moil for gold
    The Arctic trails have their secret tales
    That would make your blood run cold
    The Northern Lights have seen queer sights
    But the queerest they ever did see
    Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
    I cremated Sam McGee

    Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows
    Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows
    He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell
    Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd "sooner live in hell"

    On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail
    Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail
    If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see
    It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee

    And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow
    And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe
    He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess
    And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request"

    Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan
    "It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone
    Yet 'tain't being dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains
    So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains"

    A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail
    And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale
    He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee
    And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee

    There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven
    With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given
    It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say
    "You may tax your brawn and brains
    But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains"
    Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code
    In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load
    In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring
    Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I loathed the thing

    And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow
    And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low
    The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in
    And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin

    Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay
    It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May"
    And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum
    Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum"

    Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire
    Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher
    The flames just soared, and the furnace roared -- such a blaze you seldom see
    And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee

    Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so
    And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow
    It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why
    And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky

    I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear
    But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near
    I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside
    I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide

    And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar
    And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door
    It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm
    Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm"

    There are strange things done in the midnight sun
    By the men who moil for gold
    The Arctic trails have their secret tales
    That would make your blood run cold
    The Northern Lights have seen queer sights
    But the queerest they ever did see
    Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
    I cremated Sam McGee



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Caravan
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    Caravan
    Composer(s): Irving Mills; Juan Tizol; Duke Ellington
    Originally performed by: Duke Ellington
    Covered by various other artists



    Night and stars above that shine so bright
    The myst'ry of their fading light
    That shines upon our caravan

    Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep
    Across the sand so I may keep
    The mem'ry of our caravan

    This is so exciting
    You are so inviting
    Resting in my arms
    As I thrill to the magic charms

    Of you beside me here beneath the blue
    My dream of love is coming true
    Within our desert caravan!





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    Firenze (Canzone Triste)
    Composer(s): Ivan Graziani
    Performer(s): Ivan Graziani



    Firenze lo sai non è servita a cambiarla
    La cosa che ha amato di più è stata l'aria
    Lei ha disegnato ha riempito cartelle di sogni
    Ma gli occhi di marmo del colosso toscano guardano troppo lontano

    Caro il mio Barbarossa, studente in filosofia
    Con il tuo italiano insicuro certe cose le sapevi dire
    Oh lo so, lo so, lo so, lo so bene, lo so
    Una donna da amare in due in comune fra te e me
    Ma di tempo c'è ne, in questa città
    Fottuti di malinconia e di lei

    Per questo canto una canzone triste triste triste
    Triste triste triste, triste triste triste, triste come me
    E non c'è più nessuno che mi parli ancora un po' di lei
    Ancora un po' di lei
    E non c'è più nessuno che mi parli ancora un po' di lei
    Ancora un po' di lei

    Ricordo i suoi occhi strano tipo di donna che era
    Quando gettò i suoi disegni con rabbia giù da Ponte Vecchio
    "Io sono nata da una conchiglia" diceva
    "La mia casa è il mare e con un fiume no, non la posso cambiare"

    Caro il mio Barbarossa, compagno di un avventura
    Certo che se lei se n'è andata no, non è colpa mia
    Oh lo so, lo so, lo so, la tua vita non cambierà
    Ritornerai in Irlanda con la tua laurea in filosofia
    Ma io che farò in questa città?
    Fottuto di malinconia e di lei

    Per questo canto una canzone triste triste triste
    Triste triste triste, triste triste triste, triste come me
    E non c'è più nessuno che mi parli ancora un po' di lei
    Ancora un po' di lei

    E non c'è più nessuno che mi parli ancora un po' di lei
    Ancora un po' di lei




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    Cowboy In The Continental Suit
    Composer(s): Marty Robbins
    Performer(s): Marty Robbins; Chris LeDoux



    Well, he walks out in the arena, all dressed up to the brim
    Said he just came down from a place called Highland Rim
    Well, he said he came to ride the horse, the one they call The Brute
    But he didn’t look like a cowboy in his continental suit

    We sniggered at the way he dressed but he never said a word
    He walks on by the rest of us as if he hadn’t heard
    A thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild cayuse
    A meaner horse was never born than the one they called The Brute

    The horse that he was looking for was in shoot number eight
    He walked up very slowly, put his hand upon the gate
    We knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes
    From the inside pocket of his continental suit

    Well, he rolled himself a Quirley and he lit it standing there
    Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear
    We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate
    Standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate

    The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick
    He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horses neck
    And he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called The Brute
    Sat like he was born there in his continental suit

    The Brute’s hind end was in the air, his front end on the ground
    Kicking and a-squealing, trying to shake the stranger down
    But the stranger didn’t give an inch, he came to ride The Brute
    And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit

    Well, I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me
    He said “I don’t believe the crazy things I think I see
    But I think I see the outlaw, the one they call The Brute
    Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit”

    The Brute came to a standstill, ashamed that he’d been rode
    By a city cowboy in some continental clothes
    The stranger took his money then we don’t know where he went
    We don’t know where he came from and we haven’t seen him since

    The moral of this story – never judge by what they wear
    Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire
    Everybody listen, don’t be fooled by this galoot
    This sure enough broke buster in a continental suit



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Carabelas Nada
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    Carabelas Nada Composer(s): Fito Páez Performer(s): Fito Páez; Liliana Vitale



    Chico Buarque tiene puestos
    los anteojos que deje sobre
    un cuaderno con su rostro
    iluminando el cuarto
    algo entrando en la mañana
    carabelas de la nada
    carabelas nada

    Chocan, se hacen trizas en el aire
    lo del tango es una idea que me toca aunque no quiera
    una chica sube a un taxi
    Caballito, Buenos Aires
    muere un tipo en Mataderos
    un disparo en un aguante

    Y esto no deja de ser una canción
    desde el alma
    sol, que me calma

    Hoy pare con la botella
    todos saben lo difícil que es zafarse de ella
    ella tiene un par de piernas mas largas que vieras
    y hace que tu corazón parezca que aun siguiera
    tango que me hiciste mal y sin embargo te quiero
    quiero sepultar
    la vieron a tu vieja con un pan de Hash
    vendiéndole a los negros en la calle Montparnase

    Y esto no deja de ser una canción
    desde el alma
    sol, que me calma





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